"Hoo—" The small car roared up the hill, launching into the air due to inertia, reaching more than a meter high. In mid-air, Little Lang saw the slope ahead, and was overjoyed. He quickly shifted to neutral, slammed the clutch and brakes, leaned back, and gripped the steering wheel tightly.
"Boom—" The car landed heavily on the slope, but despite the inertia pushing it forward, the brakes were locked tight, bringing it to a stop after a short distance. Little Lang didn't rest there. He quickly shifted to reverse, drove back to the spot where the car landed, halted, pulled the handbrake hard, and got out swiftly.
The roar of engines came from behind the hill; pursuers were closing in. Little Lang scanned the surroundings calmly and delightedly found a large rock on a nearby slope, enough to hide him. He rushed over and, just as he was about to hide, saw a car charging wildly from the other side, airborne and fierce.
