Little Bun bit her lip and nodded fiercely while buckling her seatbelt, behaving obediently like a child, which made Ye Tian’s scalp tingle.
Sure enough, the road ahead was blocked by the Land Cruiser, and the Audi behind them also caught up. It was definitely impossible to ram through—the quality of Japanese cars wasn’t just for show. Ye Tian was forced to slow down, as the pincer movement was already taking effect. What they didn’t know was that the guy in the Audi wasn’t just skilled in drifting.
Following the car ahead, Ye Tian gradually reduced his speed, and Chen Xing watched the speedometer drop from 220, 210, 200, continuously decreasing. This gradual change in speed wasn’t very pronounced. If it weren’t for constantly watching the speedometer, Chen Xing wouldn’t have even noticed. The drivers in both cars ahead and behind began to rejoice, thinking if this kept up until the next intersection, two other cars could join in, and with a four-car ambush, there would be no escape.
"Bang!" The car shook violently; the vehicle behind had started slamming into them hard. The higher the speed, the harder it was to stabilize the car during a collision. Ye Tian could feel the steering wheel slightly losing control, a sign of the tires slipping.
It was then that Chen Xing realized things were probably going to get messy. She had still been puzzling out why Pingrui’s car would be here, and more baffling, why wasn’t the man driving one of their usual chauffeurs? Was something amiss? A sudden rush of panic surged, and Chen Xing felt an urge to cry, but the dryness in her eyes and her strong personality made her hold back.
180! Just as the speedometer reached one hundred and eighty, Ye Tian suddenly jerked the steering wheel to the left, and the car broke through the encirclement from the left side of the two cars. The huge inertial impact forced the two people in the backseat against their seatbacks, Little Bun covering her mouth, holding her breath without making a sound.
190, 200, 210, 220... The speedometer needle climbed rapidly. The Land Cruiser could only watch helplessly as the black Audi passed it. Just as the driver was annoyed about missing a good opportunity, the Audi A4 suddenly made a stunning 180-degree spin, facing him head-on.
"Damn it, trying to pull this trick on me, are you scared?"
The driver of the Land Cruiser wasn’t a coward. He’d played this game of intimidation before—it was all about who had the bigger nerve. In the end, it was still about swerving the steering wheel to avoid a head-on collision.
"Close your eyes, don’t look anymore!"
Chen Xing didn’t close her eyes; instead, she opened them wider, filled with tears. Even if death was imminent, she wouldn’t meet it with closed eyes.
Fuck! Is this guy insane?
A hundred meters isn’t a long distance. An athlete could cover it in about ten seconds, and for a still-accelerating car, it was a matter of five or six seconds. But the Audi on the other side charged like it was fueled by aphrodisiacs, not dodging at all. From the looks of it, the large and imposing Land Cruiser had the advantage, but in a matter of life and death, the model of the car didn’t matter. This wasn’t something to joke about, and the driver didn’t want to either. A second before the collision, the Land Cruiser swerved, crashing into the guardrail on the highway.
Passing by the Q7, Ye Tian could clearly see the driver was a person wearing sunglasses. The brief eye contact was momentary, yet both firmly remembered each other’s face.
Another harsh screech, and Ye Tian executed another 180-degree spin on the spot, now tailing the Q7. This time, Ye Tian turned from being the chased to the chaser. He left no room for leniency, striking harder with each hit. Also being an Audi, the speed difference wasn’t significant; the Q7 was just enduring hits, making it easy for a fast-moving vehicle to lose control. Finally, after Ye Tian’s desperate final ram, the Q7 completely lost control, crashing into the white guardrail, the front of the car denting massively.
Two similarly disheveled men in black crawled out of the car, watching the departing black Audi, thinking to themselves that he was simply a lunatic, a daredevil maniac!
But Ye Tian wasn’t insane, he was very lucid. Plainly speaking, he was doing all это for himself. To gain more, one had to give more.
Life, after all, was a gamble of no small magnitude.
At Chen Xing’s request, Ye Tian pulled the car over, next to a supermarket. Chen Xing went inside to buy some things. Little Bun, because of motion sickness, threw up and then slumped in the car, unable to move, and dozed off, which was good as it saved him from incessantly annoying everyone.
Taking advantage of this break, Ye Tian bent down to check the car. The rear of the vehicle was dented severely, the headlights were shattered like a spider web, and there were visible dents in the bottom. It looked like it definitely needed some repairs, though who would pay for them was still up for debate.
With a cigarette in his mouth, Ye Tian leaned against the car door, slightly hunched over, making for a curious image with the black Audi. Now boldly targeting Chen Xing indicated that Liu Ping truly intended to sever all ties with the Chen family. No wonder. To date, they hadn’t even found his father’s head, a truly embarrassing situation. If it were him, he would feel no relief until he eradicated everyone from the Chen family. But, with this move, any buffer that could have existed between the two families had completely disappeared. Ye Tian thought, if he were Liu Ping, he definitely wouldn’t have chosen this time to break the buffer, especially now when the enemy still harbored hopes for reconciliation. If one could seize this moment, openly preparing one thing while secretly advancing another, it would definitely be a surprising and winning move.
Heh, I seem to be more and more like a schemer. Ye Tian smirked to himself mockingly.
When Chen Xing emerged embracing a pile of snacks, she happened to see Ye Tian smoking alone, with a rarely seen worry in his eyes and a shallow smile on his lips as if he was bitterly laughing.
From this angle, this guy did look a bit handsome. In a scene straight out of a movie, if there were a sunset in the background behind this car, it would have been perfect, providing a richer interpretation and explanation of this man’s inner world.
He kept smoking until he almost burnt the sponge in the cigarette holder. Ye Tian still didn’t throw it away. Somehow, he felt an intense craving for a cigarette. It was the last stub, and he didn’t bring any money. If he threw it away, he’d have to pick cigarette butts off the