Swish.
In the golden Ferrari, Xu Jiao, with a youthful face and a giant R, maneuvered the car around a drift corner and looked back at the people left far behind, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.
"Sigh, why isn't there a more formidable opponent? These people are really weak, just too weak."
Xu Jiao mumbled to herself, and at that moment, a voice came through the intercom beside her: "Sister Jiao, a car just sped past us, and it's heading right towards you now."
"Speed? What do you mean?" Xu Jiao asked, puzzled.
"Speed as in flying speed, faster than flying."
Upon hearing this, Xu Jiao frowned: "Are your brains fried? What do you mean flying, can cars really fly?"
But at that moment, her words trailed off, because she indeed saw a car that seemed to be flying, passing right by her.
