With Lin Wushuang's words, Chen Tianlong began to slow down, suddenly pulled the handbrake, and rapidly turned the steering wheel, executing a perfect 180-degree drift, sliding tens of meters before getting the car turned around.
"Chen…Chen Tianlong, what are you doing?" Lin Wushuang was startled by the sudden drift, and as she looked up, she realized the car had turned around. She spoke somewhat flustered.
"Oh, handling business. If we don't take them down tonight, we'll die on the road. Trust me!" Chen Tianlong was highly alert, and his foot alternated between pressing and releasing the accelerator; the engine was roaring.
Chen Tianlong was tightly pressing the clutch as he waited for an opportunity, the kind of chance that could almost decide whether the three of them could leave alive.
Dao's car gradually caught up, and upon seeing the scene ahead, he was immediately dumbfounded.
This kid isn't just stopping, but he turned around. What the heck does that mean?