A moment of hesitation, followed by swift action.
Arlo Yarbrough suddenly accelerated, turned the steering wheel, and pulled the handbrake in one smooth move.
The car made a 180-degree turn on the spot.
The front of the car was perfectly aligned with the red sedan.
The driver of the red car realized something was wrong and tried to reverse, but it was too late. Dirk Carter and Irving Pace were already knocking on her window.
The driver hesitated for a moment.
Finally, the window was rolled down.
"Prosecutor Carter, why is it you?"
Irving exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the driver's face.
Before them was a woman with short hair.
She looked to be around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old.
Wearing frameless glasses, she exuded an air of elegance. She wore a simple white T-shirt, layered with a slightly thick casual shirt, and dark blue skinny jeans.
