C271 Accident
Inside the One77, Qin Feng gripped the steering wheel tightly, his feet a blur of motion. He whipped the wheel with the fluidity of a cloud flowing through water, the tires screeching against the track and belching thick smoke into the air!
Suddenly, the One77 seemed to come alive, carving a precise 180-degree arc on the spot, swapping its front and rear ends and clearing a space for another car