The Koenigsegg One-1 charged into Rose Street with an aggressive posture, then stopped abruptly as if pulling an emergency brake.
Liu Zheng quickly grabbed onto the back of the seat, barely avoiding being thrown out by the strong inertia.
He calmly opened the car door, landing firmly, unmoving like a mountain.
"Yue!!!"
And then, he vomited all over the ground.
It's a bit embarrassing to say, despite Liu Zheng's frequent travels, he actually suffers from severe car sickness.
After entering Metropolis, for reasons beyond being human, this issue hadn't really come up.
But no matter how extraordinary his physique, it couldn't withstand the driver's thunderous driving skills, feeling as if racing across a desert right on the highway.
The driver showed a faintly mocking smile, disappearing from the seat.
"Uh, Mr. Liu, are you alright?"
The deputy director asked out of courtesy.
"I'm fine, it's a custom from my hometown to vomit after a ride for good luck."
