Chapter 257: Spitting Blood from Anger

The momentum was immense, as if a thunderclap had just erupted.

Zhang Fan had been ready long ago, his hands firmly gripping the steering wheel, with a seat cushion staunchly protecting his head in front.

However, Yi Bing wasn't so lucky.

His head struck the steering wheel, and blood gushed out immediately.

Countless fragments scattered!

Everyone was shocked by the noise, but then, their expressions turned dull once again.

Zhang Fan's car actually started at that moment.

Boom, boom, boom!

Like a fleeting shadow, it sped along the racetrack.

However, Yi Bing's car remained motionless.

"This guy might have been killed, right?"

"If he's dead, good, serves him right for hitting our Brother Fan."

"Hahaha, even Yi Bing has his days!" Wang Xionghui roared excitedly, secretly thrilled, "This guy, always acting tough, thinking he's the best. Now he's done for."

"Quick, go save him!"

A few racers drove like madmen to the scene.