In Silver Fox.
Sandra squinted, her face expressionless.
She emitted an imposing aura.
"Mr. Cooper."
"Hmm."
Wesley replied flatly.
He looked so calm.
"I was thinking, do you care more about the feeling of fighting side by side with it?"
She was referring to the racing car.
Wesley rested his head against the car window.
His handsome yet somewhat pale face was illuminated by the headlights outside.
Elegant and graceful.
The cars behind them crazily chased after her, trying to surround and intercept her.
Soon, they found themselves immersed in a sea of cars.
"My old friend naturally prefers to be my sword."
Wesley's tone was cold.
And it even had a touch of murderous intent.
Sandra smiled, "Alright!"
When she reached the Z-bend, she suddenly accelerated, raising the speed of
