"Ah!"
Nuannuan's scream nearly deafened Yang Fei's ears.
This little girl had strapped herself tightly with a seatbelt in the passenger seat, but Yang Fei's hair-raising driving still scared her so much her soul was shattered.
Malaxting's car jolted violently, trees and shrubs appeared constantly in front of the windshield and were knocked over by the car, light and shadow in disarray.
Nuannuan's heart was about to jump out of her throat.
Yet Yang Fei continued driving at a steady pace, occasionally turning the steering wheel slightly.
Finally, Malaxting landed safely on a road beneath the highway.
The car had been scraped beyond recognition, the glass shattered, looking utterly miserable.
Yang Fei didn't care in the slightest; with the engine roaring, he didn't even stop and sped forward along the road.
Nuannuan glanced back; countless police cars were surrounding the highway above.
