"I'm sorry... it's all my fault..." Lin Caier's eyes were filled with tears.
"No, you did nothing wrong. If anything, I should be blamed for bringing you to a place like this," Shen Lang shook his head.
"Lang, let's call the police," Lin Caier said urgently.
"I'll handle this," Shen Lang said calmly.
"How are you going to handle it?" Lin Caier asked, her face full of worry.
"Just wait and see," Shen Lang replied.
Glancing at the rearview mirror, the white Porsche had already caught up.
With Shen Lang's driving skills, even with the less performant Audi A, he could easily shake off the Porsche.
But he didn't plan to run away for real. He just wanted to lure these people to a quieter place to handle the situation.
Soon, they reached a deserted and quiet road, and the Porsche caught up, followed closely by a group of minivans.
Li Fei, inside the Porsche, smiled triumphantly. He took out his phone and called a henchman in a nearby car, "Drive and ram that kid!"