The car's maneuvers were like those in the blockbuster "Fast and Furious".
The wind driven by the car's roaring pass made people instinctively close their eyes.
Side turns, lateral moves, drifting, multi-angle—an endless dazzling display.
Ouyang Xiaoya and the others were already stunned.
Lin Hai's skillful hands manipulated the controls like a form of art.
Especially since this guy, in such a crisis, somehow found time to light a wrinkled cigarette.
With scruffy beard, disheveled looks, and the rigid lines of his profile, holding a cigarette while performing various flashy car tricks, he exuded a unique aura mixed with an urge to beat him up.
"At such a critical moment, you still remember to smoke?" Ouyang Xiaoya was filled with anger.
"CEO, I smoke to stay alert. In such tense situations, I need to keep my mind sharp. Besides, smoking harms health, it's like I'm sacrificing my life to rescue you all from deep trouble. Ah, I'm so noble; I am Gao Shanglin."
