In a certain building on a nearby street, the residents were already on their merry way to dreamland, but they were rudely shaken awake by the loud noise. They turned over in bed in frustration, muffling their ears with their pillows, and muttered under their breath, "The rich kids are racing the streets in their sports cars again! They seriously have issues!" Yup, who knew where these rich kids had come from—there might have been another group of people nearby who were forced out of their homes and received a huge sum of money in compensation, making them rich overnight. They made use of the late night, when traffic police were not around and there were few cars on the street, to race cars, and they rammed their accelerators to the maximum. Some of them had even modified their cars, changing up their mufflers to make the sound even more piercingly annoying then it had been previously. They were just rich kids in the lowest sense. Their sports cars were just the entry-level, $1- to $2-million sports cars. But they were still unattainable for most normal people. They might have watched too many movies or played too many games, coupled with having too much spare cash on their hands. They had gathered here like flies on this long, wide, straight road, racing their new sports cars, turning their music to the maximum volume, howling in excitement occasionally. They didn't have much in terms of driving skills. They only knew how to step on the accelerator to gain speed, getting a sense of satisfaction and burning away their adrenaline. The people who lived nearby were all troubled by it, often getting rudely woken up right as they are about to fall asleep. They could probably still deal with it if it were winter or spring, when they closed their windows at night to sleep. But with spring transitioning into summer, everyone had their windows open during the night to enjoy the nice temperatures, and the noise was just intolerable. Some people with heart issues might have even been shocked by the sudden burst of noise, their pulses accelerating suddenly, and the students preparing for examinations had it extremely tough too. The residents had conveyed the issue to the relevant authorities, but there had been no signs of the situation improving at all. The rich kids were always out in the middle of the night, but they didn't show up every night, and it wouldn't be possible for the traffic police to wait here every day until the night. Besides, they would always send a few people to drive by normally and survey the area before their races, and if they saw traffic police, they would either move elsewhere or change their date. "Do you know what this is called? This is guerilla warfare!" Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.