"Screech!"
Zhang Fan sharply turned into an alley.
The surrounding street vendors only felt a gust of wind charged with dust, filling their mouths with grit.
"Damn, is today actually freaking Racing Day or what?" someone yelled, then pulled out their phone continuously taking pictures.
The street racing incident two hours ago had already become the leading news story. Everyone in the city knew about it.
So when they saw such a scene re-enacted, even if they got a mouthful of dust, nobody cursed. Instead, they were unprecedentedly excited.
"Shit, the racing gang is here again, this time with an armed vehicle."
"Damn, what's the big deal today? This shouldn't be happening."
"Old man, I got detained for five days last month for racing. Now the cops are leading the race. Looks like, it's time for us from Qiuming Mountain to show our mettle."
And thus, the Face Slapping Group in QQ burst into excitement.
