C240 Deathly Flying Car(part II)

"Hold on tight!"

As Qin Luoshen's heart pounded with fear, Ye Tian's voice came through sternly. He floored the accelerator, and the silver Lamborghini shot forward like a streaking serpent, weaving through the traffic.

Wen Rou's car kept pace, flanking Ye Tian's. Together, they formed a defensive formation.

"Ye Tian, there's a car coming up behind us!"

In a moment of heightened alertness