"Swoosh."
Waves kept crashing against the mountain.
On the winding mountain road.
The door of the other car involved in the accident slowly opened.
Jiang Chen got out.
Like Geng Long, there was no sign of panic on his face, not even a hint of surprise.
This proved the importance of forming good habits—always buckle up, no matter what.
Seeing that young and composed face, Geng Long finally stopped being stingy and voiced his true feelings from deep inside.
"You indeed are the most outstanding young man I've ever met."
Jiang Chen remained calm, "Thank you for the compliment."
Geng Long smiled wryly, then, with seriousness mixed with a bit of curiosity, he said, "Are you really not afraid of dying? Now, your luck might not be able to help you."
Jiang Chen was still calm, seemingly unaware of the other's intense murderous intent.
"Mr. Geng, it seems we have no deep hatred that warrants death, so why do you feel the need to kill me?"
"Do you consider 'dislike' a reason?"
