C764 There Is a Kind of Separation

Lao Hu really couldn't think of a suitable adjective to describe how Yang Xiao drove.

Luckily, the white Bmw fork wasn't his, otherwise he would have gone into a rage and rushed out to point at Yang Xiao's nose while cursing: "Are you driving? "You are driving a tank!"

If he drove the tank, wouldn't he be able to charge straight through?

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