"Shura! I want you dead!"
With bloodshot eyes, Lin Zifeng had completely lost his mind in that moment.
He roared hysterically in his heart.
After snatching a regular sedan, Lin Zifeng frantically pursued Shura.
Along the way, Lin Zifeng nearly pushed the car's speed to its limit.
The speeding vehicles dangerously swerved past Lin Zifeng on both sides.
The drivers were terrified, shouting in panic, and some cowardly ones even wet themselves.
Lin Zifeng's driving skills were practically suicidal; he couldn't care much for Nangong Bing's safety right now.
As time passed minute by minute, the distance between the two cars was no longer far.
But at this moment, inside the SUV, the man grinned through the rearview mirror.
With a jubilant scream, the vehicle swiftly maneuvered between two large trucks, trapping Lin Zifeng's car between them, crushed tightly.
"Clang, clang, clang—"
The oversized trucks squeezed Lin Zifeng's car, causing sparks to fly.
