Lin Hao fell to the ground, his eyes wide with terror as the sports car, like a charging cheetah, aimed to flatten him into the ground.
No!
Don't come over!
Lin Hao was utterly horrified, so scared that he had forgotten to run.
With a harsh 'squeak' of friction, the Rolls Royce skidded to a halt just thirty centimeters away from Lin Hao and Wen Xiangyang, leaving a deep scar in the pavement.
Lin Hao's pupils contracted violently, he was so frightened that he wet himself, and the stench of urine instantly filled the air.
He sat on the ground, only able to see the front of the Rolls Royce. It was like a cold beast exuding a chilling murderous aura, could crush him into pieces with a mere twitch of a finger.
There was a 'thud!' — the sound of a car door being kicked open violently.