Ling Xuejiu, hearing this, really was once bitten, twice shy. He immediately frowned and said, "Should we call the police?"
Leng Xuan broke into a sweat. With him there, did they really need to call the police? If even he couldn't handle it, what use would the police be? More importantly, given the poor trailing skills of the other party, it was easy to imagine that the person trying to follow them wasn't anything special. Although at this moment he had a faint idea of who it might be, he still wanted to confirm it. He then said, "No need to call the police, let's see who it is first." As he spoke, he suddenly floored the accelerator, bringing the car up to the highest speed under the limit. The taxi behind hurriedly sped up to follow. However, at that moment, Leng Xuan suddenly let off the accelerator, hit the brakes, shifted to neutral, pulled the handbrake—a sequence of actions done in an instant—as he opened the car door and got out!
