C157 Isolated and Helpless
Xue Lang had just rushed past the intersection when his heart suddenly palpitated.
Terrified, he swerved, and in a flash was on the sidewalk, another hole in the windscreen, and then he was off the sidewalk, weaving in a disorderly S against the curses of the bicycle electric scooters on the sidewalk, racing through the congested traffic, crashing into four cars in a row
