"Fuck! It's already hit 200, is this guy insane?"
The driver following Song Xiaodong's car was gripping the steering wheel tight, eyes glued to the road ahead, not daring to wipe the sweat off his forehead. At such a speed, it was absolutely thrilling; his heart was pounding uncontrollably. It really felt like playing with death, and he desperately wanted to slow down and stop chasing.
The person in the passenger seat was also pale, leaning back, clasping the handle tight. The two in the back, who never thought about wearing their safety belts before, now buckled up tightly. At such speeds, any small mishap could mean total destruction, and they were truly frightened.
The people in the car behind felt the same, they really wanted to end this chase right there. It was just about beating someone up, why was the opponent driving like he was on a suicide mission?
