Contrary to expectations, there was no scene where Julius Reed was sent flying into the sky.
The driver, as if having hit a solid object, had all the airbags in the cab deploy!
And from where the engine was, black smoke began to billow out—the entire front of the car was unrecognizable, severely damaged.
In front of this crumpled hood, Julius Reed had one foot on the car's engine cover, and the other foot slid nearly half a meter backward due to the car's tremendous force of impact.
The asphalt on the ground was left with a deep, long gouge as a result.
"How... how is this possible!"
Benson Michael couldn't believe what he was seeing was real!
How could ordinary human strength ever contend with these steel machines!
He rubbed his eyes, only to find that Julius Reed was standing right in front of the car, smiling at him.
"I've seen a ghost!"
Just by being stared at by Julius Reed, Benson Michael felt a chill run down his spine, and he slumped to the ground.
