In a critical moment, Xu Xiangbei slammed on the brakes and immediately yanked the steering wheel hard to the side. His car spun in circles while sliding sideways, like the Divine Dragon Tail Swing, executed with incredible skill. Sparks flew from the friction of the tires against the ground, producing a "zzzz! zzzz!" sound...
Finally, it came to a steady stop just about 20 centimeters in front of Zhao Changfa, with the tires already starting to smoke.
Xu Xiangbei opened the car door and slowly stepped out.
He found Zhao Changfa already scared to tears, collapsed on the ground, completely weak, his face as pale as if he'd seen a ghost.
"Hey, Manager Zhao, how about transferring the money to me first?" Xu Xiangbei stepped forward, squatted down, and gently patted his head.
"Ah!" Zhao Changfa curled up, groping up and down his body with both hands.
"I'm not dead?"
