Even with the protection of an airbag, the speed at which he was driving was still too fast; a thick streetlight pole directly sliced Huang Mengfei's car's front into the shape of a horseshoe.
Sitting inside, Huang Mengfei was unlikely to be dead, but at least most of his bones must have been shattered.
At that moment, Li Ang was standing on the roof of his car.
On that street, almost everyone's gaze was fixed on him.
The driver must have lost control or intentionally tried to commit murder, otherwise, he wouldn't have driven straight toward the pedestrians, even following and adjusting his direction when they moved aside.
When everyone thought Li Ang, who was stupidly standing there, would certainly meet his end, no one expected that in the next second, he would appear on top of the car.
Li Ang looked coldly at Huang Mengfei inside the driver's seat, his body a bloody mess, shook his head, and left the scene.
