"Fall back!" a middle-aged man holding a walkie-talkie shouted.
"Why, Captain? I saw that car, it's right there in the alley opposite me, no license plate, blue, with brake marks on the ground. It's definitely them!"
"They're on a mission, let's pull out!"
"On a mission? Captain, are you kidding me? That couple hardly looks twenty, on a mission?" The man stared wide-eyed into the alley.
At that moment, Ye Xuan was crouched on the ground, vomiting.
She had felt a little off before, but now, after that wild drive, with drifting and all sorts of maneuvers, her stomach was churning like raging seas!
"Cough cough, Ye Zi, you've really got to work on your fitness. Train with me tomorrow," Zhang Fan said, patting Ye Xuan on the back.
"Bullshit, is it my body that's the problem? Bring someone else here and see if they wouldn't throw up!" Ye Xuan glared, her chest heaving tumultuously.
