145 Ying Luwei's piano is just trash [2 updates]

The next second, the Maserati surged forward once again.

It kept accelerating until it left the city area, and only then did the speed begin to stabilize.

Without Fu Yunshen having to say anything, Ying Zijin knew something had happened.

Her phoenix-like eyes turned frosty as she glanced at the rearview mirror.

Following their car were ten black vehicles.

It was clear from the rearview mirror that these cars had been modified and were not ordinary vehicles.

Especially since they were now entering a stretch of mountain road.

Winding and twisting, with many sharp turns and numerous roadwork signs.

A single lapse in attention could lead to a fatal crash.

Miss Ying slightly closed her eyes, understanding what Fu Yunshen was about to do.

Seeing the Maserati enter the mountains, the cars behind followed and picked up speed.

In the blink of an eye, they were level with the Maserati and even started to overtake it faintly.

"Sizzle—"