On the overpass, the front of the white Porsche was almost completely torn apart, the hood shattered, and thick black smoke billowed from it. The black Audi, hit by the immense force, had crashed hard into the side railing, with the rear door even ripped off.
Fortunately, the cars behind the accident scene on the overpass were moving slowly, so no secondary collisions occurred—truly a small blessing amidst the misfortune.
A middle-aged man, covered in tattoos and with a bloodied face, walked up viciously to Cheryl and Mandy and snarled, "Do you know this is a brand-new Porsche I just bought? How the hell do you people drive?!"
Still shaken, Cheryl trembled as she replied, "You crashed into us..."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and retorted, "It was you who got
