In the mirror, a Lamborghini was rapidly closing in, soon overtaking the Mercedes-Benz van.
Seeing the Lamborghini gradually slow down to try to block the van, Tome growled: “Ram! Ram him!”
“Huh? At this speed, if we ram into him, our car will lose control too.”
“Are you an i***t? He’s trying to make us slow down! Once the speed drops to 70 or 80 miles, just floor it and ram him! We’ll crash that bastard Alexander for good!”
The van was high off the ground and heavy, so if it really rammed into the sports car, the advantage wouldn’t be too big.
Silas immediately understood, nodding: “You’re right, Young Master. I’ll work with him.”
The Mercedes-Benz van started slowing down to match the Lamborghini’s speed, Silas staring intently at the speedometer. When the speed dropped to 70 miles
