"Hit it! Ram it now!"
"Step on the gas, you idiot!"
"We were so close, why did you hit the brakes?"
"Do you even know how to drive? We were about to crash into him, why did you dodge?"
"Ram, ram, ram! Don't be afraid of falling off the cliff! I'm not afraid to die!"
...
Hong Cheng cursed continuously, urging persistently.
Driving a BMW, aiming for the motorcycle!
He thought it would be an easy task, yet it still hadn't been accomplished.
The mountain road twisted and undulated, uneven and narrow.
The BMW's acceleration was indeed good, easily capable of catching up and ramming from behind.
But the motorcycle was nimble, and Wu Jie was skilled.
Every time they were about to hit, either Wu Jie would suddenly change direction, or they would have to brake sharply for a turn, slipping away like a loach, extremely cunning.
After chasing for nearly half an hour, Hong Cheng's throat was hoarse from shouting, but they still hadn't hit him.
