Huo Heng was driving down the slope, and it was dangerous for the brakes to fail.
What happened four years ago was happening to him once again.
Huo Heng held the steering wheel tightly with both hands. His long and narrow amorous eyes revealed a trace of maliciousness.
If they wanted him to die again, they had to see if they were capable enough to do so.
The slope became steeper and steeper. On both sides of the road, there was a steep hillside. If one fell down, they would be smashed to pieces.
Huo Heng's slender hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Suddenly, he turned the steering wheel.
The car rushed toward the hillside outside the protective fence.
The MPV behind Huo Heng didn't move as fast as Huo Heng's car.
When he caught up, he saw Huo Heng's car speeding away like an arrow leaving the bow.
The MPV slammed on the brakes and stopped.