At that, the wailing Sylvan straightened up and kept his eyes on the road.
"You know what? To achieve a perfect start for the vehicle, you must control the pressure your left foot applies to the clutch pedal to ensure the grip can reach its peak."
Matthew had a bad feeling about Sylvan's serious expression which resembled a professional racer. He gripped his seatbelt. "Think it over, Sylvan, think! Let's calm down first, shall we?"
Sylvan cast a confident smile at Matthew from the driver's seat. "Mr. Larson, you'll see my skills soon! Enjoy!"
He hit the gas, bringing the engine roaring to life.
The next moment, the car jolted to a stop with a bang. A burst of flames rose from the engine, indicating the components in the engine were destroyed.
Matthew was speechless. His gaze pierced into Sylvan's skull.
Feeling the murderous gaze on him, Sylvan stiffly turned his head, forcing a smile on his face. "Mr. Larson, will you believe me if I say it's the car's fault?"
"The Mercedes-Benz G-class is worth more than a hundred thousand. Even though it isn't a top-end luxury car, it's top among SUVs," Matthew stated.
A while later, a Matthew with a bright smile and a Sylvan with a bruised face borrowed a car from the clinic to go to the Hulwin Hospital.
"Mr. Larson, what happened? Why are we rushing back?" asked Sylvan, who finally behaved, noticing Matthew's frown through the rearview mirror.
"Yes. Somehow my mother-in-law is hospitalized."
"Should I speed up?"
Matthew shook his head and pointed to the speed limit sign ahead, saying, "We are limited to 40 miles per hour."
Sylvan's mouth twitched at the sight of the speed limit sign. Mr. Larson, you have a double standard!
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