"AAAAARGH! MY LEG! SHE BROKE MY FUCKING LEG!"
Chen howled, hopping away as the crowd scattered.
The other brats scrambled for their cars, shouting over each other.
"Call the cops!"
"Don't let her get away!"
"She's dead if she leaves Tianjin!"
Zhao Yichun pulled Chen, still screaming, into his Lamborghini, cursing. "Shut up, fatso, it's just a leg! She stole your car too, stop crying, follow her!"
Meanwhile, Luo Yang sat in the Bugatti's driver's seat, face crumpling. "Damn it… not the front bumper… this thing didn't even have insurance!"
From the passenger seat, Long Qimeng stretched, utterly calm, dragon tattoo shinning under the lights. "Why are you crying over a little money? Look at her driving, she won't get far."
The Pagani blasted through the front gates, smashing signboards and scattering pedestrians. Behind her, a fleet of hypercars screamed to life, engines howling as rich brats and bodyguards gave chase.
The scene spilled onto Tianjin's streets.
