Do You Still Remember Me?

James drove the car very fast. As long as he could overtake on the way, he stepped on the gas pedal. The car was like a swimming dragon, rushing forward in the traffic. He grabbed the steering wheel more and more tightly, but his hands kept trembling. He was happy, excited, and somewhat nervous. All these emotions were stimulating him. It would take about an hour to arrive at the appointed place at a peak time, but James arrived there half an hour later. "Jimmy!" As soon as Richard saw James get off the car, he took two steps forward and spat out the weed in his mouth. "Mm." James closed the car door, "Thank you so much." "This is what I should do." After that, Richard laughed, "You came here so fast that no one would believe that you are not a racing-driver." "I am just in a hurry." "Don't worry. He won't be able to escape." James nodded and stared at the front, "Where is he?" "In the warehouse over there. Come on. I'll take you there." Following Richard, James made a fast pace. After