"At the next intersection, the next intersection will definitely make him crash!"
Justin shouted confidently and fanatically, while Gao Yang angrily said, "Your little piece of junk won't flip; how's it supposed to make someone else's car flip!"
"If he doesn't crash himself, then bump him off!"
Justin got excited and charged forward crazily in the narrow alley.
Gao Yang definitely had guts, but racing in a narrow alley really tests your courage. Just imagine, the walls on both sides retreat at an astonishing speed, creating not only a sense of danger but also an intense sense of pressure.
Gao Yang turned around to look back; for now, no car was in sight, but soon a black car's hood appeared and then vanished. The pursuing cars were too wide and had to slow down occasionally to avoid obstacles, giving the narrow Fiat an advantage.
Turning back, he saw a doorway ahead. To be precise, it was a portal. Gao Yang suddenly shouted, "Stop, stop! Stop at that doorway!"
