The black sports car sped along Qingpan Mountain. Bi Xia watched expressionlessly as four cars and a large truck appeared behind him. He sneered coldly and accelerated instantly.
"Your Majesty, be careful. The five cars behind you harbor ill intentions," 007 frowned. "They…"
With not a ripple in his star-like eyes, Bi Xia let out a cold snort, 'Don't worry, even if they have malicious intents, they must have the ability to catch up to me.'
Saying so, he pressed the communicator in his car and said into it, "Drive slowly, don't rush, I'll go up first."
"Boss, it's dangerous for you to go up alone." Meng Chi's voice came through, tinged with concern.
Bi Xia smiled and said, "Relax."
Then, he stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel sharply, surging forward, leaving the drivers of the five cars behind him stunned.
