Due to inertia, the vehicle slid forward for some distance.
"Holy shit! Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"
The driver's side window rolled down, and a head poked out. By the dim light of the streetlamp, Cheng Xin could clearly see the man's face. He was wearing a loud, floral-print shirt and looked to be about thirty years old. He was staring at Cheng Xin with a look of pure fury.
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