At the other end of the park, a noisy purple sports car skid a few times before finally coming to a screeching halt at the back of an abandoned factory.
Even though the car had come to a steady stop, Li Qingming was still clutching the armrest, staring dumbfounded ahead, appearing as if his sanity was exhausted and he was about to mutate.
"Let people ride the main beam next time?" Yin Li, satisfied, began unbuckling her seatbelt, "If you're gonna puke, do it now, or else I'll have to apologize to Zhou Xiner."