"Little Nine, they're catching up," Chu Wu looked at the rear view, saying in a deep voice.
Bi Xia had just hung up the phone, gave a cold smile, "I'm just afraid they can't keep up!"
As he spoke, the black sports car made a sharp turn, the tires screeching against the ground. The black sports car momentarily halted, then quickly darted between the black sedans chasing it, moving so fast that no one could react in time.
"Wow!" Chu Wu's eyes lit up, "Not bad."
Bi Xia snapped his fingers, "Not bad at all."
When he first got the car, he practiced daily in the learning space; how could he be bad?
Chu Wu raised his eyebrows, "Next time, let's have a race."
The red lips curled up, "Sure, but not today."
