บท 697: A Race With Death

Xiang Nan wanted to retaliate, but it was completely useless. After he got shoved into the front seat, he raised his head to see Xiang Yang sitting in the driver seat with a pale face.

"Yang, are you okay? Did they do anything to you?" asked Xiang Nan immediately.

Xiang Yang held the steering wheel tightly. He looked at Xiang Nan and said, "I am so sorry. I got you in trouble."

Xiang Nan's eyes turned red. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the door closing with a thud. He hurriedly extended his hand to push the door, but it was locked and impossible to open.

"It's no use. This is a modified smart car. Other than the owner of the car, no one else can unlock it," said Xiang Yang as he smiled sadly.

"What do they want to do to us?" asked Xiang Nan.

He gritted his teeth and his throat constricted anxiously.

Xiang Yang looked straight ahead and said hopelessly in a stiff tone, "They want us to have a taste of racing with death."