Tang Junhua saw Li Xiaoqiang climb onto the roof of his car, his legs shaking with fear. He had seen Li Xiaoqiang's flying-like movements in the rearview mirror, thinking, Damn, if he hadn't been so experienced, he probably would've peed his pants by now.
The howling wind scraped against Li Xiaoqiang's cheeks. He twisted his body and crawled to the front of the Lamborghini, fixing his gaze on a sweat-drenched Tang Junhua.
Li Xiaoqiang sneered, "Kid, weren't you calling me a damn fool? Well, I've caught up with you now, haven't I?"
Tang Junhua's face turned deathly pale as he said in a heavy voice, "Li Xiaoqiang, don't you do anything rash, be careful or I might crash and kill you."
"Heh heh!" Li Xiaoqiang let out a chuckle, then suddenly glared with rage, "Damn it, stop the car, or I'll break your legs."
Tang Junhua, seeing Li Xiaoqiang spitting as he threatened him, choked out, "If I stop you're just going to hit me. Swear you won't, otherwise I won't stop."
