His friend, sensing Reckless Young Master Jin's driving speed, looked at him speechlessly. "Seriously, do you have to drive this slow?"
"Relax, safety first!"
Reckless Young Master Jin continued to drive at a leisurely pace, feeling unusually calm.
But as he was driving along, a Wuling Hongguang came around a corner and, with a WHOOSH, overtook his sports car.
Getting overtaken was one thing, but the other driver deliberately gave him a provocative thumbs-up, then sharply jerked it downward—a clear gesture of contempt.
Reckless Young Master Jin's car was worth 98.44 million yuan. Instead of enjoying the prestige that came with driving it, he was being mocked by a beat-up Wuling Hongguang!
How could he let that slide?
He roared, "Fuck you, you son of a bitch! If you've got the balls, don't you run!"
With that, he slammed the gas pedal to the floor, his speed instantly rocketing past a hundred. Shen Zhiyao's advice was the furthest thing from his mind.
