Go to Hell, Young Man

The car had been following Quan Jue from the previous street. The other party had no intention of hiding his existence. It was as if he was challenging Quan Jue.

Realizing that the other party was driving rather aggressively, Quan Jue looked at the time and estimated the distance between here and home. He stepped on the accelerator and sped off.

The car behind Quan Jue refused to admit defeat. The driver stepped on the accelerator and chased after him.

In the noisy street, two cars sped from the spot one after another. One could barely see them. All one saw was the afterimage of bright red taillights.

Screech!

The tires made an ear-piercing sound as they brushed against the ground. When Quan Jue passed by the corner, he suddenly turned the steering wheel and changed his original route. He turned into the entrance of the Golden River Bridge and sped along the bridge at high speed.