Chapter 627: Hit By A Bottle

In the sports car.

The masked Mu Sihan stared ahead with temperature-less eyes, his lips pursed tightly as his car kept up at the same speed even when he was turning.

"King is the same as he was ten years ago, he's like a madman the moment the race started!" Brother Cheng cursed softly. "He's practically playing with life the way he is driving!"

Although they had all signed the death agreement to be able to compete, everyone wanted to stay alive.

However, King was different. The speed he drove at was one which danced with death itself.

Just a small mistake could end up with him falling down the abyss.

Nan Zhi stared at the situation in the racing track, cold sweat covering her palms.

The speed of her heartbeat increased with the increase of the car speed.

On the mountainous road, there were only two sports cars left.