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In the Toyota, a man in his thirties sitting in the back seat turned his sullen face to look behind him and saw the motorcycle getting closer. He yelled at the driver, "Speed up for me!"
The driver, a man in his twenties, accelerated desperately.
But in the city, no matter how fast a car is driven, it's not as nimble and flexible as a light motorcycle.
The fact that he could maintain a lead without being caught was already thrilling enough, with several close calls of hitting other cars.
After another perilous overtaking, the Toyota was unharmed, but the car being overtaken was scared into crashing into the guardrail.
Blazing past another red light, the rear of the car was nearly hit by a truck. The driver, drenched in sweat, said to the man, "It's no use, we can't go any faster. Think of something."
The man stared at Liu Mang, who was relentlessly pursuing from behind, a trace of murderous intent appearing. He quickly ordered, "Slam on the brakes!"
