Chapter 1291


    Chapter 1291


    Chapter 1291


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    Seeing this, Catelyn was happy. She smiled and withdrew her head.


    As soon as she turned her head, she heard Alfred''s suspicious voice.


    "You know that motorcycle driver?"


    "No," Catelyn shook her head and said in a serious manner.


    "It''s best if you don''t know him."


    Before Catelyn could figure out the meaning of Alfred''s words, she saw Alfred stepping hard on the gas


    pedal.


    After all, it was a luxury Spyker, and the car''s performance was far better than ordinary cars. All of a


    sudden, with a rumble, it zoomed past the motorcycle, leaving it far behind...


    Yet the Yamaha R6 was a good racing motorcycle. The Spyker finally could not get rid of it. The two


    vehiclespeted fiercely.


    Alfred flexibly steered the car in the traffic on a sigmoid route, rushing and dodging. Catelyn saw that


    the motorcycle behind them was chasing the Spyker and dodging the traffic. She got extremely


    nervous.


    She seemed ... to have identally stirred up trouble.


    "Alfred, I think that Yamaha can''t catch up with you. Why don''t you drive a little slower? I''m getting a


    little sick."


    "It''s not that I don''t want to slow down, but the Yamaha driver seems to have a grudge against me.


    Once I slow down, maybe the rear of my car will be ruined by him." Alfred''s eyes were serious as he


    calcted the angle in his mind.


    This Yamaha had been following him since not long after he left the airport.


    However, he couldn''t remember when he had ever offended such a person.


    Catelyn muttered, "I don''t think he has the guts to do that. Most likely, he''s just fighting with you. How


    about this? If there''s a problem, I''ll pay for the car repair. Just drive slower. N


    "You don''t know him?" When driving through an overpass, Alfred jerked the steering wheel. The car


    turned to an empty suburban road with a squeak.


    Immediately after they left the overpass, the traffic instantly reduced by more than a half.


    This gave him a lot more room to maneuver.


    There were many old utility poles along the road.


    Catelyn was just about to say something when the car lurched, and she fell to the side. When she lifted


    her head again, she saw excitement and bloodlust on Alfred''s face.


    The road was getting narrower and narrower. It became a mountain road with undting hills on both


    sides.


    Alfred deliberately slowed down, and as Yamaha caught up, he forced it toward the side of the road...


    The next moment.


    Bang!


    With a scrape, Alfred pulled the steering wheel, and the Spyker crashed into the Yamaha, sending


    sparks flying, almost half dragging the Yamaha forward. And there was a roadside utility pole...


    Because the Spyker forced the Yamaha to the edge of the road, if they drove on like this, the Yamaha


    was bound to be cornered.


    Terrence sensed Alfred''s intention, and just as he was about to hit the pole and the car was about to


    roll over, he suddenly took control of the head of the motorcycle, made a desperate right turn, and


    rushed into the roadside field.


    The head of the motorcycle narrowly brushed against the pole. They could hear the sound of sparks.


    Catelyn''s heart was pounding as she watched. She couldn''t let it go on anymore.


    "Alfred, I was wrong. To be frank, I know the Yamaha driver. He came for me..."


    Alfred was a bit suspicious. "When did you get entangled with such a desperado?"


    Catelyn didn''t know how to exin it.


    "Stop the car, or I''m really going to throw up."


    "Okay." Alfred observed the nearby terrain, and when he didn''t see Yamaha catching up in the rearview


    mirror, he didn''t intend to race any longer. He gradually mmed on the brakes and slowed down the


    car.


    But everything seemed to have just begun...