"Are you crazy?"
Nalan Wushuang screamed and covered her eyes. She was ready to fall off the cliff.
The spectators were also aware of Lamborghini's abnormality. At this speed, there would be a serious car accident. Many women screamed as well.
"It's over, my goddess..."
"It's just a bet. Why do they risk their lives?"
Many people sighed for Nalan Wushuang's impending death.
Lamborghini rushed into the bend quickly. Qin Haodong operated the steering wheel rapidly. Under his control, the sports car drifted beyond comprehension. Almost half of the car tettered off the cliff, but rushed back with strong inertia.
"Oh, my God, is... Is this still drifting? It's a miracle!"
"Schumacher possessed Racing Goddess? How could she have such an incredible operation?"
A cry of surprise
