Chen Yang drove the car and rushed out of the ramp. He pushed the accelerator to the bottom and rushed back onto the road as if flying close to the ground, followed by a 90-degree turn.
If Chen Yang hadn't reached out and grabbed her as expected, or if there was a seat belt, half of Tang Jiao's body would have been thrown out, and her head would have hit the mountain beside her.
Tang Jiao, who was pulled back, looked pale and trembling, and even her lips had lost their color.
"Is it exciting?"
Chen Yang's cold voice penetrated into Tang Jiao's ears.
"Don't you like racing?
Don't you like excitement?
The blood boiling between life and death, right?
Show me how hot you are?!"
Tang Jiao shook her head like a rattle and couldn't even scream.
The strong dizziness made her want it to end quickly, faster, faster.
"I know many racing drivers who are known as racing gods."
Chen Yang used his hands and feet to operate the car extremely quickly, and the tail of the car kept swinging, blocking Thirteenth Lang's desperate overtaking from behind.
His voice turned calm.
"Do you want to know what happened to them?"
Chen Yang didn't even give Tang Jiao a chance to shake his head, and then said:
"One-third of them died directly on the track;"
"Another one-third died off the track because of racing, women, and alcohol;"
"As for the last third, their bones are filled with steel nails, their mouths are filled with dentures, their bodies are covered with lawsuits, they carry debts that will never be repaid, and they feel guilty that they killed innocent people because of racing.
, a lifetime of poverty."
Chen Yang's voice was cold and ruthless as he concluded.
"This is the underground racing you want!"
"Do you still dare?"
"Do you still want it?"
Tang Jiao burst into tears, banged her head against the glass and the back seat, and shook her head vigorously.
When the real big terror is in front of you, especially in the current situation, when you accidentally realize that terror, the inner fear and desire for life will suddenly wake you up.
Tang Jiao's fear at this moment could not be suppressed even by alcohol.
"It looks like it's almost done."
Seeing her state, Chen Yang nodded secretly, determined to end this farce.
He's not really here to race.
He just doesn't want to see his dear wife shed tears and be sad because of something that shouldn't happen.
"Hey~"
Chen Yang suddenly gave up his parking space, and Thirteenth Lang whined, rushing forward, and the two cars drove abreast.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Yang leaned backward and hit the steering wheel until he died.
"Bang!"
When the two cars collided, Chen Yang not only did not brake, but also pressed the accelerator to the bottom.
All the way from the middle of the road, to the guardrail, to bumping against the mountain...
The two cars were like conjoined twins. They hit the guardrail, leaving a series of sparks on the ground, on the car, on the guardrail, and finally scraped against the mountain.
"Ahhhhhh~~"
Thirteenth Lang’s excited screams instantly turned into screams of fear: