The red mustang roared off the road, ran over the shoulder of the road, and slashed diagonally into the slope between the bends and bends.

Noticing the strange light, Qin Jiu turned his face from the passenger seat.

Her brow furrowed at the rush of cars.

For the first time in nine years, a scream was heard.

"Be careful!"

In the driver's seat, Shen Zhifei was unfazed.

From the beginning of the race to the present, his right hand has been on the center armrest, holding the steering wheel with only one hand.

He had already guessed everything when he saw the lights coming in from the side window, shifted gears with his right hand, flicked the brakes, and the gray Ford, which was moving rapidly, slowed down sharply and turned to the right at the same time.

Originally, Pan Qile had already estimated the speed of the car, and he should have just hit the driver's seat of the Ford when he slashed over.

If a Ford is hit at such a high speed, even if it does not rush off the road and roll down the slope, the driver in the driver's seat will definitely be killed or injured.

There are no rules for underground racing, and death and injury are common.

Again, no one saw him halfway, and even if he did, it would be despicable at most.

He didn't expect that in such a short and sudden time, Shen Zhifei would be able to brake so calmly and turn the car left at the same time.

Seeing the gray Ford car rushing towards him, Pan Qile instinctively hit the steering wheel to the left in a panic.

The red Mustang rubbed against the front of the gray Ford and crossed the road, hitting the railing on the side of the road.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the stone railing flew up violently, and the red wild horse sprang off the road uncontrollably, flipped on its side, and after a brief suspension in mid-air, rolled all the way down the slope.

The glass shattered and scattered all the way, and the mustang stopped at the bottom of the slope with smoke in smoke.

Qin Jiu didn't care about the wild carriage, let alone whether Pan Qile on the red wild horse was dead or alive.

Turning around, she grabbed Shen Zhifei's arm worriedly.

"Shen Zhifei?!"

Girls have never had any emotional voices, and they are shrill because of nervousness.

Hearing her strange voice, Shen Zhifei turned his face away, and his eyes fell on Qin Jiu's face deeply.

That delicate little face, which had never had much expression, was marked with obvious eagerness at the moment.

She was worried about him.

Grabbing his arm, Qin Jiu glanced him up and down, and when she saw that the man was stunned, she frowned.

"Speak."

With this sentence, the mood has calmed down a lot.

"I'm fine." Shen Zhifei came back to his senses and showed her a comforting smile, "You're not scared, are you?" ”

"I'm not afraid."

Qin Jiu's tense nerves relaxed, glanced at the red wild horse under the slope, looked at the side of the front of the Ford that was damaged, and once again moved his gaze to Shen Zhifei's face.

"Why?"

"What, why?"

"If you push the steering wheel a little bit to the left, you can miss his car."

Along the way, she was observing Shen Zhifei.

In this case, if he had turned a little more to the left, he would have missed the red Mustang, which would have been safer than a collision between the two cars.

Qin Jiu didn't understand why he was putting himself in danger.

With his skills, there's no way he can't do that.

Shen Zhifei pulled his seat belt, smiled, and didn't speak.

If you hit the steering wheel to the left again, she will be exposed to the red mustang, and if the other party does not control the direction well, there is a high chance that she will hit her side.

How could he expose her to danger?