Everyone around was stunned, especially the vehicles waiting for the red light at the Hong intersection. A bunch of people poked their heads out, watching the car that was flying through the air.
"Is this frickin' movie being filmed or what?"
"Damn, I'm convinced, shit, I always thought those street racing gangs in the movies were just fake, but now it seems there really are people who can pull it off."
A few tourists were also bug-eyed.
"ohmygad! The Eastern lands are too magical!"
They expressed their astonishment in broken Chinese.
"Click, click, click!"
The sound of photos being taken rose suddenly.
In the armed vehicle, Ding Yang, Hua Ling, and others watched this scene in the video, their collective gasp was ice-cold.
"Idiot, idiot, don't they know Aunt Qin is in the car? Falling from over five meters high, if not dead, would mean severe injuries," Hua Ling cursed furiously.
Even Ding Yang's face immediately turned dark.
