"Chen Tianlong, don't!"
Watching Chen Tianlong's crazy moves and the three consecutive turns ahead, Lin Wushuang was scared out of her mind.
You should know, the gaps between these three turns are less than fifty meters, and at this speed, it's basically about zooming through in a second, then immediately turning or drifting.
"Oh, it's too late."
Chen Tianlong smiled bitterly because the car had already sped out. If they braked now, both of them might fall into the cliff due to inertia.
In just three seconds, the Audi had reached the first corner.
Chen Tianlong casually executed a big drift, an eighty-degree turn, drifting straight through, like swinging a pendulum from the center, naturally drawing a perfect arc.
In the dim twilight, the tires rubbed against the gravel road, sparking with a hiss, accompanied by a piercing screech, rushing toward the road ahead.
