The airbag was activated.
The back of the gray Mercedes-Benz was smashed, and the car was pushed forward before it stopped when it hit the railing.
If not for the safety system being activated in time, the car would have turned over.
On the other hand, because the black Bentley was well-controlled, other than half of its safety bar falling off, there was not much damage.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
Yvette was stunned on the spot. Her hands and feet were cold and her legs were weak.
The deformed car door of the Benz opened.
Charlie got out of it. He seemed to be staggering. He reached out and touched his forehead. Blood flowed out of the back of his hand. It was hard to tell where he was injured.
After a few seconds, Yvette rushed up and held onto his arm, wanting to say something.
However, both her hands and lips were trembling, and she was unable to utter a single syllable.
