Despite Zhao doing his utmost to adjust the steering, the car inevitably skidded and fishtailed under emergency braking. Fortunately, Zhao held the wheel tightly, preventing a major accident.
However, even so, the sudden accident left everyone in the car quite shaken.
Zhao was fine since he had fastened his seatbelt as soon as he got in the car. Apart from the psychological tension, he simply swayed back and forth with the vehicle.
But Wang Qiang and Tang Xiaoquan weren't so lucky. Wang Qiang's head slammed hard against the iron plate, and the slimmer Tang Xiaoquan was directly thrown from his seat, doing a roll in the back compartment.
"Damn it! What's going on, Old Zhao? Is he trying to murder us?" Wang Qiang laboriously got up from the ground, cursing, though without genuine anger.
Facing Wang and Tang emerging from the rear compartment, Zhao awkwardly apologized:
