Wednesday afternoon, Nanhong Road.
The black Mercedes with a prominent emblem was smoothly driving, while the white Toyota Prado on the left tried to squeeze in, but Shang Zhengyu stepped on the accelerator to block the gap.
The Toyota Prado's attempt to cut in failed, it sped up again to catch up and parallel with the Mercedes, the window rolled down, revealing a face full of harsh lines.
Shang Zhengyu turned his face, directly facing the fierce expression.
Shang Zhengyu's gaze was intimidating, given his near-professional level of martial arts skills, if it were not for legal constraints, he could cripple this big man with two or three punches.
The driver of the Toyota Prado, seeing this person looked fearless and was driving a Mercedes S worth more than one hundred thousand, didn't force him to stop and drove away straightforwardly.
"Brother, sometimes you can let him go." Sang Caiwei whispered from the back seat.
