Xiao Zheng parked the sports car across the middle of the road.
He then stood on the top of the car roof, looking calmly at the van charging towards him. It was as if he was certain that the gaunt old man wouldn't dare to clash with him directly, showing no fear on his face, but rather a hint of a smile.
The van didn't slow down and continued to charge forward.
Five hundred meters, four hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters...
Screech!
When the van was still fifty meters from the sports car, a glimmer of coldness flashed in the gaunt old man's eyes, and he finally hit the brakes. The van followed inertia and moved forward, eventually coming to a stop.
"I thought you weren't afraid to die."
Watching the gaunt old man sitting in the driver's seat, Xiao Zheng couldn't help but mockingly say.
Upon hearing this, the gaunt old man's face became even more unsightly.
