Xiao Han didn't take a car, he directly employed his movement technique and rushed towards the southern suburbs.
His figure was like lightning, completely surpassing human understanding. A person driving a BMW at a speed of 180 km/h, when he saw someone overtaking his car by the side and quickly disappearing, couldn't help but rub his eyes, almost stupefied.
"Honey, this new car is just awesome, and with my unbeatable driving skills, I guess no one in Tianyang City can drive faster than me," boasted a middle-aged man in a black Mercedes to his wife.
Feeling his wife's admiring gaze, the middle-aged man's expression was full of pride.
"Husband, there might be no car faster than yours, but there is someone faster than you," the woman suddenly widened her eyes.
Following her gaze, the middle-aged man looked ahead to see a silhouette rapidly disappearing. He rubbed his eyes and instantly felt insulted.
