F*cked up standards

Lin Fan was p*ssed off by those two guys. If it was something else, he could just let it slide, but he couldn't let this go. The car that they saw at the open-air carpark was right in front of them.

This little game of theirs was a game of life and death. If Lin Fan hadn't reacted quickly enough, his car would've crashed into theirs. If that happened, then things would've been really bad. Although it didn't happen, the sudden braking still caused Wu Huanyue's forehead to be split open. Something had to be done about this.

They were on the road, so even though Lin couldn't just stop his car, it wouldn't do him good to overtake the car in front. Hence, he followed behind the car. "Let's see where you'll go," Lin Fan thought.

In the sports car.

Yang Jie looked back. That black Mercedes-Benz was following behind. He laughed, "Brother Yao, that fella is following behind us."