Yang Yi wasn't afraid of speeding, but he was afraid of being a passenger in a speeding car.
Grasping the handle on the car door, Yang Yi turned his head back and shouted at Xiao Ran, "Does this scene seem familiar?"
Xiao Ran's face was pale as death when she suddenly screamed, "Watch out, it's a one-way street!"
The roads in the old district of Rome were narrow, crowded with vehicles and pedestrians, but the driver was fully embracing a fearless spirit of squeezing through gaps and overtaking other cars with expert skills.
Yang Yi instinctively leaned to the side as they entered the one-way street where a small car was coming head-on. The alley was narrow, and with the taxi's terrifying speed, it looked like neither vehicle had any chance of stopping in time.
Yang Yi's eyes widened in terror, but the two cars still managed to brush past each other. He instinctively turned to look and saw that the oncoming Fiat 500 had already stopped in the middle of the road.