When Qian Cheng realized something was wrong and tried to speed up again, the black Volkswagen behind him had already accelerated to catch up. On top of that, the slow-moving car suddenly accelerated as well, and the two vehicles immediately formed a dead end. Unless Qian Cheng still had the speed he had before slowing down—and the courage to ram into them—his car had no chance of getting through.
Clearly, his car was no longer moving at its previous speed, and Qian Cheng did not have the courage to ram into them either. Thus, all three cars came to a stop together.
"Fuck, do you even know how to drive?! Get out! Get out! You hit my car and still won't get out!"
Immediately afterward, Chu Chen and the others saw the driver of the slow-moving car get out furiously and pound on Qian Cheng's window.
"Fuck you, when did I hit your car?! Let me tell you, I've seen plenty of tricks like this. Get lost right now, or I'm calling the police!"
At that moment, two more men climbed out of the slow-moving car. They looked like thugs at a glance. One of them walked to the front door of their car, inspected it, then pointed to a spot beneath the window and shouted, "Third Brother, your car door's been hit. There are several scratches!"
The driver immediately pointed at Qian Cheng and roared furiously, "Fuck, you still say you didn't hit it? If you didn't damage my car door, did a ghost make those marks? Besides, are you deaf? Didn't you hear that huge bang just now? Get out of the car!"
Seeing this, Qian Cheng's mind grew muddled. Had I gotten it wrong? Did I really hit them just now?
After thinking it over, Qian Cheng