On the suburban highway, two sports cars were racing wildly, one chasing the other.
Mo Huanqing held the steering wheel with a sense of indescribable satisfaction. This was what a sports car was all about! The power, the acceleration, the comfort!
Truly, damn enviable!
But Song Yun was about to die soon, and all of this would belong to him!
"Beep beep beep!"
Mo Huanqing sounded the horn and then noticed a river up ahead within his field of vision, not too wide, not too narrow – just wide enough to fit Song Yun's car laden with poison.
Heaven helps me!
Heaven helps me!
When Song Yun has an accident, I'll just say he crashed into the river because he was going too fast!
He slowly reduced his speed, then stopped by the riverside.
Playing dumb, Song Yun also stopped and opened the car door, asking, "Brother Huanqing, is there a problem?"
"I can't beat you, I admit defeat."
