The night was deep, and there were noticeably fewer vehicles on the streets. A Mercedes S600 sped like lightning through the streets, continuously overtaking the vehicles ahead. It was like a black whirlwind heading straight for Tiger Roar Manor.
As the head of Dao Sect Southwest, Wu Qianshou's psychological quality was far superior to that of ordinary people. However, at this moment, sitting in the passenger seat, he was tightly gripping the handle above him, his face faintly pale, his eyes filled with terror.
All because the car was going too fast.
Way too fast!
At this point, Ye Fan had floored the accelerator of the Mercedes S600, pushing the car to its theoretical limit, as if it was about to take flight.
And... this wasn't on a closed-off underground racing highway, but on Nanming's main road—though there weren't many cars on the main road at this time, there were still quite a few, and there was an intersection every so often!