At this moment, inside the Land Rover SUV.
"That was exhilarating! These driving skills are simply amazing!"
Ma Donghe was red-faced with excitement, vigorously slapping his thigh:
"Ah Cheng, I really didn't see it coming. You already punch hard enough normally, and you drive just as fiercely!"
Hou Peng in the back seat let out a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and gave a thumbs up:
"Brother Cheng, with your skills, it's a pity you're not racing rallies. Just now, we were so close to other cars, just a few centimeters away from colliding - my heart was about to jump out."
Fang Cheng smiled humbly, his gaze glancing at the rearview mirror, eyebrows slightly raised:
"Don't rush to praise, trouble is coming."
As Fang Cheng spoke, the two also heard the sound of sirens approaching from outside, quickly turning their heads to look back.
They saw a heavy police motorcycle flashing red and blue lights, weaving quickly through the traffic.
