He runs, he pursues, there is no escape for him!
Consumed by fury, Jean Pierre Polnareff’s eyes burned with murderous intent, bloodshot and wild like a starving wolf as he relentlessly chased the beaten-up little car ahead of him.
Normally, a dilapidated junker of that sort could never match the speed of the car Jean Pierre Polnareff was driving; it should have been overtaken long ago.
Chapter 17