The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the speeding Maybach, its originally black body looking as though it was coated in a layer of gold.
On the rural road, there was only this one car, resembling a golden leopard with its gaping maw lunging at its prey.
Guan Ning was so terrified that she lost her voice, her pupils reflecting this horrifying scene.
Just when she thought she was about to die, a harsh screeching of brakes echoed, and the car stopped just about thirty centimeters in front of her.
Guan Ning collapsed weakly where she sat, gasping for air, feeling a sense of relief that she had narrowly escaped death.
But this relief lasted only a few seconds before she saw the car quickly reverse, stop, and accelerate forward again.
Guan Ning once again watched as the car's front rushed toward her, her breaking voice and the screeching of brakes overlapping.
Her pants were soaked through, emitting a foul, acrid smell.
