"What the hell is this thing?"
Ali couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the white figure rapidly approaching. He licked his dry lips instinctively.
"That taxi was definitely up to something, it was coming right at us!"
Zhou Liang's face was grim. After confirming the situation, he quickly regained his composure:
"No matter what it is, we have to find a way to shake it off now."
Saying this, he slammed the accelerator to the floor.
"Hold on tight!"
Zhou Liang shouted low, despite his heart being alarmed, he forced himself to stay calm, concentrating intensely on the steering wheel.
The engine of the black Wuling sedan roared angrily. The modified power system unleashed its full potential, and the car shot forward, speed further soaring, trying once again to widen the gap.
Ali's body swayed with the inertia of acceleration, his hands clutched the handhold tightly, and he turned his head to stare intently out the rear window.
