C310 I'll Compete with Him Who's Better

Kang Zeyu pulled him into a white sports car.

The atmosphere in the car was tense and cold.

I took a deep breath, as if I had smelled broken glass.

And those shards pierced my entire respiratory tract, turning it into a bloody mess.

I stared coldly at Zhou Mingfann, who was lying on the ground.

He was probably afraid. His entire body was lying on the ground, trembling violently