Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…
One after another, supercars passed through the crowded traffic, scaring the drivers.
"D*mn, you dare to race on the road? Aren't you afraid of killing someone?"
"These rich second-generation heirs are too arrogant. Isn't anyone going to do anything about it?"
"This kind of car shouldn't be on the road. If it were to be knocked, I wouldn't be able to afford it even if I went bankrupt."
"These people are too skilled. Are they professional racers?"
It had to be said that these people's skills were really good. They drove so fast, but none of them had an accident. There wasn't even a scratch.
Feng Shaokun drove the Ferrari 812 and rushed to the front. He was getting closer and closer to the red BMW in front of him. There were only less than ten meters left.
The BMW suddenly accelerated again and passed through the gap between the two cars.
