In the rearview mirror, the black Mercedes behind them was rapidly growing larger!
BANG!
This time, the young man couldn't keep the car steady, barely managing to lift his foot off the accelerator. The tires of the Porsche 911 screeched, carving a long mark on the road as the car spun twice before crashing into the guardrail!
Xia Liang didn't even spare them a glance; he stomped on the accelerator and sped straight ahead!
In the passenger seat, the man holding the child stared dumbfounded at Xia Liang, then looked back at the Porsche 911 on the side of the road and stammered, "That… that… they… they…"
"Don't worry, I have it under control. No one will be seriously hurt, just some superficial injuries at worst. I can afford to pay for it!"
The man's mouth twitched. What he actually wanted to say was, forget the people, that car… it looked like a Porsche! A crash like that would cost a fortune to repair! He certainly couldn't afford it!
