"Nanjue!"
Chen An couldn't keep up with his pace. He turned around and got into a Porsche, pushing the speed to its limit, closely chasing the Bugatti Veyron.
By now, the night was deep, and the eastern suburbs were far from the Jinhai City District. The sky gradually started to drizzle. Mo Nanjue drove at top speed, the cold wind cutting his skin like ice knives. The man's handsome eyes narrowed, and the chill emanating from him was even more intimidating than the cold wind.
There weren't many cars on the street. The sapphire blue Bugatti Veyron darted back and forth like a ghost. The man didn't even lift his head as the car body scraped past the guardrails and other vehicles, emitting ear-piercing collisions.
Mo Nanjue gripped the steering wheel with one hand, while the other reached into his pocket.
