Sima Zhantian was also a ruthless man. He had seen scenes involving thousands of troops in the Northern Border over the years, and was not at all frightened by the relatively minor scene before him. Gritting his teeth, he stepped on the accelerator, and the car roared off.
At that moment, several luxurious cars howling furiously like beasts were charging up from the bottom of the mountain.
Suddenly, with a loud bang that tore through the darkness like thunder, the leading fiery red sports car, which had been driving recklessly, collided fiercely with another. It flipped over on the spot, tumbled down the slope several times, and plummeted straight into the cliff.
It was likely due to quick reflexes that a blond young man leapt out of the rolling car, for had he plummeted into the ravine, he would have been smashed to pieces.
Even so, the tremendous impact and inertia left him with a broken arm and his head cracked open.
