The Maserati sped furiously, and Ye Feng, on board the car, furrowed his brows deeper and deeper, having already seen the pursuing Bugatti Veyron behind him, and the two men inside.
"Lai Ning?" A flash of cold light flickered in Ye Feng's eyes. The middle-aged man beside Lai Ning closely resembled him, clearly his father, Lai Daoming.
"You'd better not mess with me!"
Ye Feng's eyes gradually narrowed, a glint of murderous intent twinkling within.
Hum...
Just then, the Bugatti behind suddenly accelerated and slammed hard into Ye Feng's car.
Bang!
The car shook violently, and Ye Feng's expression grew colder.
He immediately shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and yanked the steering wheel, making the Maserati glide like a slippery fish through a gap in the traffic and onto the sidewalk.
"Damn it!"
Lai Daoming, seeing this, had an increasingly dark expression. From that drift, it was clear that Ye Feng's driving skills were exceptionally high.
"You won't get away this time!"
