"Do you people have any shred of compassion left? I’m practically dying here, and you’re still gawking at the car!"
At that very moment, Xu Damao, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly regained consciousness. Watching the crowd swarm around his sedan while ignoring his own severe injuries, he was filled with fury and anxiety.
"Oh, Damao, just look at this car—so impressive! How did your piece-of-junk motorcycle lose a collision to someone else’s ride? This car is worth over two hundred thousand, and your bike was only ten thousand. They’re not even in the same league!"
Chapter 165