Although the taxi had a blown tire, fortunately, Chu Ge had already downshifted earlier. Given the current driving speed, the situation wasn't too terrible. After swaying and wobbling for a distance, the taxi finally managed to stop safely just short of crashing through the left guardrail.
Compared to the taxi, the Cherokee wasn't as lucky. With blazing flames, it sped forward a bit, spun over a hundred degrees, crashed through the guardrail on the right, collided with the rocks with a bang, then bounced back slightly, its tires stuck on the drainage ditch, and the body shook violently a few times before stopping.
The two cars were close to each other, only a few dozen meters apart, with the modern taxi in front and the Cherokee behind.
"How are you?" Chu Ge glanced at Su Yuanke, who looked pale. "Are you hurt?"
