Qin Hao didn't expect Wu Xinkai to catch up, so he rolled down the window and laughed, "Wow, you're pretty good!"
"So, trash, you realize the gap between us now, huh?"
Wu Xinkai deliberately pressed the horn, and the Mercedes-Benz horn sounded very solid.
Qin Hao chuckled, "I know, your weight is equivalent to two of me..."
"Are you looking for death, you bastard?"
Wu Xinkai hated it when people called him fat, and Qin Hao calling him clumsy was just personal insult.
Qin Hao, unruffled, said, "Death isn't scary, what's scary is becoming as fat as you."
"Damn you!"
Wu Xinkai, furious beyond measure, turned the steering wheel sharply, and with a roar of the engine, the Mercedes slammed into the Chang'an car.
Bam!
The Chang'an almost hit the railing. Inside, Qin Hao's eyes widened, his blood boiling, more shocked than anything.
This Dead Fatty really wants to die?
