Shao Zifeng's eyes were fixed ahead.
He confirmed that his steps matched his memory and then suddenly released the brake.
Boom
As Shao Zifeng released the brake, the taxi roared forward like an arrow unleashed from its bow.
The few bald men ahead showed colors of terror on their faces, scrambling to throw themselves to the sides of the road.
The driver of the black sedan, facing the taxi head-on, watched the approaching vehicle while cursing "Madness!" and frantically turning the steering wheel.
Hiss—
The taxi driven by Shao Zifeng brushed past the swerving black sedan, issuing a deafening screeching noise; it was as if time had stopped in that moment.
The passenger-side window shattered, caving in where it had scraped against the black sedan, with everything appearing in slow motion to Shao Zifeng— even the trajectory of the glass shards was crystal clear in his eyes.
