Chapter 53

Dorian's car crashed violently into the nearby greenbelt, the tire bursting and the glass shattering. The loud noise attracted the attention of everyone around. Even though the airbag deployed and provided considerable protection, he still felt dizzy from the impact. The thrill of narrowly escaping death intertwined with his furious emotions, burning in his chest. As the ringing in his ears gradually faded, he finally heard the sound of someone knocking on the window. Another driver, a burly man, stood outside, shouting, "If you're trying to kill yourself, don't drag me down with you!" There was a railing to the right, and the rearview mirror and glass had already shattered. The glass shards had cut his arm. Dorian glanced at the wound, blood trickling down his arm, making the already injured back of his hand look even more grotesque. But the injury felt numb at that moment, and he hardly sensed any pain. Seeing Dorian get out of the car, the man was about to shout again but w