Chi Jinghong eyed the road ahead and furrowed his brow slightly, "Don't be afraid, just go ahead."
"Okay!"
Although Feng Lin said so, he still slightly eased off the accelerator.
After driving for a few hundred meters, at the side of the road in the distance, Feng Lin spotted a man.
This man was about fifty years old.
He was dressed in a suit and wore large sunglasses that covered most of his face.
He was about the same height as Feng Lin.
Seeing Feng Lin's sports car, he actively waved his hand.
"Go! Don't mind him!"
Chi Jinghong glanced at the man and said expressionlessly.
"Okay!"
Feng Lin pressed the accelerator, and a roar came from the sports car as it sped past the man.
Whoosh!
In an instant, a shadow overtook Feng Lin's sports car.
The middle-aged man blocked the car's path.
Seeing this, Feng Lin could only slam on the brakes.
The piercing noise clearly carried through the surroundings.