On the highway leading from Jiangzhong City to Yan Capital, a black sedan was like a streak of black lightning, roaring down the road.
The speed was incredible, so fast that with just a blink, when you went to look for the sedan, you'd only see a tiny black dot.
The terrifying speed made many people driving on the highway think they had encountered a race car driver or a speeding enthusiast!
Otherwise, who would be so crazy?
But this was not a speeding enthusiast; as for the race car driver, Ye Xunhuan probably counted as one!
Indeed, it was Ye Xunhuan driving the black sedan. He had pushed the speed to the limit, his hands occasionally turning the wheel, his face calm.
Even though he was going to settle accounts with the Yan family, Ye Xunhuan knew they were not easy to deal with, and Weng Jianbo had probably informed Yan Zhengrong.
Nonetheless, Ye Xunhuan felt no unease, as calm as a lake without ripples, his demeanor very composed.
