Night fell, and the streets of the Imperial City were bustling with traffic and brightly lit.
A Lamborghini supercar shot out from the villa district like a sharp blade.
Ji Ruofeng sat in the passenger seat, hurriedly fastening his seatbelt, and felt a surge of fear as he watched Yan Yan who was fully focused on speeding.
"Brother Yan, calm down..."
Although the man didn't show much expression at the moment and was swiftly maneuvering the steering wheel, he still leaned lazily against the back of the seat.
But Ji Ruofeng inexplicably sensed the destructive madness buried deep within him.
It felt as if in the next second, he might drag the whole world to its doom with him.
Yan Yan ignored him, driving recklessly on the road, weaving through the traffic at high speed.
It was as if this were a racetrack, performing a live demonstration of speed and fury, filled with peril.
