Seeing the black sedan disappear around the corner, Leo Hall patted the steering wheel, a wicked smile curling up at the corner of his lips.
"Little White, it's your time to shine."
As Leo Hall shifted the gear, the engine roared deafeningly in rhythm with the accelerator.
The silver-white sports car executed a beautiful 180° drift on the spot in the narrow alley, then, with a roar, charged ahead.
The black Santana, incomparable in performance to the Maserati, combined with Leo Hall's perfect driving skills, was quickly caught up by Leo Hall.
He didn't dare to follow too closely, fearing that those in the car might notice him and, in a desperate move, harm the little one, so he followed slowly from a distance.
At the same time, he picked up his phone to call Elly Campbell, only to remember he forgot to charge it before heading out.
As he took out the phone now, the screen was completely black.
