The bodyguard leader said, “Alright, we’ve called the police.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of sirens approached from afar.
“Damn! Cops are here!”
“Time to bail!”
“Run!”
The two groups, who had been fighting to the death moments ago, suddenly displayed astonishing tacit understanding—
They ran!
The black-clad men and the thugs scattered like frightened birds, clutching their heads and scampering desperately in every possible direction of escape, as if cursing their parents for not giving them two extra legs.
Several police cars and SWAT vehicles came to a screeching halt. The doors flew open, and fully armed SWAT officers swiftly leaped out.
“Don’t move! Hands on your heads and squat down!”
However, the only ones they caught were a few slowpokes or those temporarily incapacitated by injuries. Most had already blended into the chaotic surroundings and slipped away.
An officer hurried over to the victims—Xiong Yibai and Zhao Shutong.
“Ladies, did you call the police? Are you alright? Do you need to come back with us to give a detailed statement?”
At the police station.
The statement-taking process went smoothly; the officers were very diligent.
But Xiong Yibai and Zhao Shutong were utterly anxious!
Zhao Shutong kept glancing at her phone, watching the time tick away second by second. She didn’t even dare open the live race broadcast, fearing she’d see a bad outcome.
“Officer, could you… speed it up just a little?”
Zhao Shutong couldn’t help but urge.
“We really are in a hurry—we have something extremely important!”
The young officer recording looked up at her.
“Ma’am, I understand, but we need all the details clear. This is to help solve the case quickly.”
Though Xiong Yibai was equally burning with impatience, she pressed Zhao Shutong’s hand and shook her head, signaling to cooperate.
She herself gave a concise, clear account of the entire incident.
Finally finished with the statements, the two rushed out of the station.
“Hurry, hurry! I’ve already called a car!”
Zhao Shutong waved her phone as a ride-share pulled up to the curb.
They yanked open the doors and jumped in. Zhao Shutong blurted out in one breath:
“Driver! Go as fast as you can! We’re in a rush—I’ll pay double for any speeding tickets!”
The middle-aged driver chuckled at that.
“Got it! Buckle up!”
The car shot forward.
But misfortune never came singly.
They’d barely turned onto the main road when their speed slowed, then ground to a complete halt.
Ahead was an endless sea of cars, horns blaring everywhere, the whole street jammed like a massive parking lot.
“No way—!”
Zhao Shutong peered out the window.
“What’s going on?!”
The driver honked helplessly and sighed.
“Nothing we can do, miss. It’s completely blocked up ahead. Probably an accident—this stretch is notorious for it.”
Xiong Yibai furrowed her brow too, staring at the deep red congestion on her phone’s navigation and the estimated arrival time—the race would likely be over by then.
The car inched forward through the gridlock at a snail’s pace.
Every second of waiting felt unbearably long and torturous.
……………
Feng Yuxiao stared fixedly at the monitor screen, his fingers flying across the control panel.
“Something’s off,”
Feng Yuxiao suddenly looked up.
“All track cameras are normal, and the other drivers show no unusual reactions. This is fake news!”
He snatched the radio: “Xiaowan, keep going! It’s interference!”
The red race car roared past, leaving the pit entrance behind.
“Heh,”
Feng Yuxiao removed his headset and sneered.
“Petty tricks.”
A few laps later, the real pit stop rush began.
Feng Miwan, Song Zhe, and Jiang Chengfeng successively made their first stops, switching to fresh tires.
After exiting, the top three order remained unchanged: Feng Miwan still led, Song Zhe close on her tail, Jiang Chengfeng biding his time.
But the real battle was just getting started!
The new tires gave the cars superior grip.
Song Zhe’s car surged with fresh energy, launching a relentless assault on Feng Miwan.
“Song Zhe’s pulling alongside at the end of the straight! He’s using the slipstream! He’s right on her bumper!”
The announcer’s voice spiked in excitement.
The crowd held their breath as, at the end of the long straight, Song Zhe’s nose drew level with Feng Miwan’s rear, attempting to dive inside at the apex.
Feng Miwan focused intently, gauging his moves via the rearview mirror.
In the final moment before the turn, she tightened her line inward, sealing the racing line perfectly and forcing Song Zhe to ease off the throttle, abandoning the attack.
“Beautiful defense! Feng Miwan holds her position! That line was airtight!”
The stands erupted in cheers, Maple Leaf Red flags waving wildly.
The offense and defense were far from over!
In the next few laps, the same drama played out at multiple passing zones.
Song Zhe seized every chance, sticking to Feng Miwan through high-speed corners, piling on immense psychological pressure.
The braking points grew later and later, faint white smoke from locked tires occasionally puffing out, the screech of brakes piercing even the engine roar at times.
“Insane! These two drivers are braking way later than usual today! Dancing on a knife’s edge!”
“This is a world-class duel! A millimeter’s difference decides victory! Song Zhe keeps probing for the slightest error from Feng Miwan!”
Over the team radio,
Feng Miwan: “Lots of pressure from behind, but my rhythm’s solid. Tires are good.”
Song Zhe: “Front car’s defending hard. I need an even later brake point. One more try at the next corner.”
Meanwhile, third-place Jiang Chengfeng became the most “relaxed” spectator.
He marveled over the radio:
“Wow! Brother Zhe and Sis Wan are going all out like it’s do-or-die! Terrifying…”
On the track, Feng Miwan and Song Zhe’s red-versus-blue showdown had raged for several laps.
Song Zhe threw everything he had, attacking at every opportunity, but Feng Miwan thwarted them all.
“Still can’t pass!”
Song Zhe slammed his fist on the steering wheel, frustration spilling out of the cockpit.
His tires were wearing faster than Feng Miwan’s, and his engine was nearing its limit.
Just then, his team’s engineer came over the radio:
“Young Master, we have to use the Chairman’s tactic.”
“No!”
Song Zhe growled, veins bulging on his forehead.
“Let me try once more! Just once!”
He floored the accelerator, charging at Feng Miwan again.
The two cars raced neck-and-neck through the high-speed corner, tires scraping the edge, peril everywhere.
But in the end, Feng Miwan’s superior line control held firm.
After a fruitless lap, that cold voice returned:
“Young Master, no time left. Activate the tactic.”
