After maintaining his strong performance for 15 minutes, Peter Stones' car was briefly left behind!
All of William Harold's nerves were stretched as he struggled to catch up, only for the gap to be widened again. Who was the driver in front?
The car made turns, increased speed, and ran red lights, trying to close the distance bit by bit. But each time they gained some ground, the gap was reopened. The driver in front was almost at the same level as him!
If it weren't for their familiarity with the area, they would remain forever apart!
"Pull the car over!"
A low and cold voice filled the tense car cabin with a chilling killing intent.
"Sir, are we not chasing anymore?"
Although asking for an opinion, William Harold obediently slowed the car to a stop as per Oliver Thompson's command. Despite the huge door slamming shut behind him, no response was offered. Shortly after, the driver's cab door was opened.
