C295 You Deserve to be Killed

"Chi chi chi …"

The blue Bugatti suddenly braked, drawing two long black marks on the road. Even on the air, one could smell the burnt smell of friction.

The beauty within the Bugatti squinted her eyes as she fiercely bit her lips with her pure white teeth. What appeared in her line of sight was the bastard who was standing in front of her car.

According to the beautiful woman's thoughts