Half an hour later, in front of a delicately decorated Sha County Snacks in the center of Modu City, a Bentley with its front headlight smashed and scrape marks on the right side of the body drove slowly from a distance, stopping at the entrance of the snack bar, drawing quite a few sideways glances from the passersby.
A fairly handsome man, clutching his arm and grimacing in pain, got out of the passenger seat of the Bentley, his face colored with lingering fear.
This was close to deadly.
Lu Tianxing vowed that from now on, he'd rather die than tease Bai Zhiqing in the car again. It was practically like gambling with one's life, no different from dancing on the edge of a knife. The car had just slammed into the guardrail at the side of the road, and if it hadn't been for his quick reflex to pull the handbrake in time, the damage might not have been as simple as a smashed headlight and a few scrapes.
