"Fuck! That Ah Fei actually overtook us! Is he trying to get himself killed? Take a picture of that idiot's license plate. When I have time, I'll definitely have a word with that idiot about this! Fuck!" As Brother Feng spoke, he eased off the gas and slowed down. Once there was an opening, he floored it, cut from the passing lane into the emergency lane, accelerated past them, and chased after him.
The sports cars behind him did the same, all roaring away with "Vroom, vroom!"
Chen Mo chuckled. He might have gotten himself into trouble. Even so, he would not yield. If they had not been honking and threatening him like that, he would have moved aside anyway.
Driving was not about competing out of spite. Why bother getting worked up over people like that? But even if he did not care about them, they would care about him.
That goth-makeup woman had taken a picture of his license plate with her phone. That meant they would definitely come looking for trouble later.
Still, Chen Mo was not afraid. Driving sports cars meant they were either Rich People or heirs of wealthy families. But when it came to people like them, he would put down every one who came at him!
At an exit off the beltway, all the sports cars gathered together. After getting off the cars, their drivers teased one another. Parking at an exit was not allowed, but with more than a dozen sports cars parked there, no one foolish enough came over to tell them to leave.
One of the leaders leaned against the rear of a sports car, staring at the highway exit.
"Brother Fei, we won again today. Tonight, we have to have a great time at Big Happy!" A somewhat