"They've caught up," Liu Zheng said as he glanced back.
The wings of these fly people didn't look like much, but they were surprisingly fast when flying.
A group of fly people fanned out afterimages with their wings, creating gusts so powerful that the roadside trees shook wildly, their presence as imposing as a Ferrari.
"Don't worry, they can't catch us," the driver said confidently.
"I've been driving for Bloody Restaurant for over a hundred years, and no one has ever outdriven me."
Under Liu Zheng's shocked gaze, he abruptly turned the steering wheel, spinning the car around to charge directly toward the swarm of fly people.
The fly people hadn't expected that move, and they momentarily panicked, scattering their formation.
The driver manipulated the pedals and gearbox with a speed Liu Zheng couldn't follow, his movements a blur of pressing and releasing the gas and brake pedals, shifting gears, and steering.
