"AAAAARGH! MY LEG! SHE BROKE MY FUCKING LEG!"
Chen howled, hopping away as the crowd scattered.
The other brats scrambled for their cars, shouting over each other.
"Call the cops!"
"Don't let her get away!"
"She's dead if she leaves Tianjin!"
Zhao Yichun pulled Chen, still screaming, into his Lamborghini, cursing. "Shut up, fatso, it's just a leg! She stole your car too, stop crying, follow her!"
anwhile, Luo Yang sat in the Bugatti's driver's seat, face crumpling. "Damn it… not the front bumper… this thing didn't even have insurance!"
From the passenger seat, Long Qing stretched, utterly calm, dragon tattoo shinning under the lights. "Why are you crying over a little money? Look at her driving, she won't get far."
The Pagani blasted through the front gates, smashing signboards and scattering pedestrians. Behind her, a fleet of hypercars scread to life, engines howling as rich brats and bodyguards gave chase.
The scene spilled onto Tianjin's streets.
Police radios crackled, sirens lit up the night. A blockade was already forming at the next intersection.
And on television screens across the city, the broadcast cut to shaky footage:
"Breaking news, A rogue Pagani has gone berserk in downtown Tianjin, pursued by multiple luxury hypercars. Citizens are advised to stay clear of the area..."
Inside the golden Pagani, Wang Jiarong's hands clenched the wheel so tightly her knuckles went white. Her breath ca ragged, half-laughs, half-sobs spilling from her lips.
"I can't-hah-I can't even see straight-!"
The world outside her windshield was a neon blur. Headlights sared into streaks, street signs doubling and twisting. Her foot slamd down again, and the car shrieked as it ate another corner, tal scraping sparks against the guardrail.
The alcohol burned in her veins. But it wasn't just alcohol. The drug the bartender had slipped her was seeping into her blood, warping her senses, making the city around her tilt and pulse.
"Ughhh!" she groaned, smacking the wheel with one hand, eyes rolling. "Why… why's everything spinning?"
A honk blared. She swerved, barely missing a delivery truck. The Pagani's rear clipped a parked SUV, ripping its bumper clean off.
Behind, sirens howled. Hypercar engines scread.
"Stop the car!" voices shouted from behind her.
"Block her in before she kills soone!"
But Wang Jiarong's own voice rose higher, ragged:
"CO TAKE IT FROM , THEN!"
She slamd the Pagani into reverse mid-turn, tires screaming, and plowed backward into a police cruiser that had just pulled up. The officer inside shrieked as the hood crumpled, airbags bursting.
On TV screens across Tianjin, the anchor's voice cracked as live footage played of the rogue car tearing through a crowded street:
"This is unbelievable, citizens are urged to avoid the downtown district. The suspect appears to be heavily intoxicated and extrely dangerous..."
Above, a police helicopter circled, its spotlight cutting through the night, tracking the golden Pagani as it ripped through Tianjin's streets. Sirens wailed below, the entire city was watching.
And inside the car... Wang Jiarong knew only one thing: she had screwed up beyond repair.
The calm, composed elder sister of Wang Xiao… had shattered. Stress, liquor, and the drug tearing through her veins had cracked her mask wide open.
Her forehead pressed against the wheel for a mont, sweat dripping, before she suddenly threw her head back and groaned.
"Ugh… just kill with this thing already!"
Her hands clenched tighter, knuckles raw and bleeding where shards of glass still stuck from the smashed cup.
She slamd her foot down.
VROOOOOOM!
The Pagani howled like a beast, surging forward. The tires scread, leaving black scars on the asphalt. Red lights shattered as she blasted through intersections, horns and screams filling the night.
The helicopter pilot's voice echoed over the radio: "Suspect is accelerating again, reckless, possibly suicidal! Units, brace for another collision!"
Down below, Wang Jiarong's vision blurred with tears, lights bending and splitting. Her lips trembled between a sob and a smile."
The Pagani fishtailed, clipping a police barricade, wood splintering across the street.
For Wang Jiarong, it wasn't just driving anymore.
It was a death wish on wheels.
The Pagani smashed through the wooden barricade, tires shrieking as the bridge edge lood. Wang Jiarong's eyes squeezed shut. 'This is it. This is how I die.'
But instead of water, a voice cut through the madness.
"How about you postpone your death wish for another day?"
Her eyes flew open.
"What?!" She gasped. The car was still moving, steady now. A hand gripped the wheel. Her gaze darted sideways. "Y-You?! How the hell did you!"
A man sat calmly in the passenger seat, black robe draped over him like he had never left her nightmares. His hand left the wheel, giving it back to her.
"Just drive where I point," he said, as if it were nothing.
Her throat tightened. For once, she didn't argue. She bit her lip and nodded.
Behind them, dozens of headlights flared. Sirens wailed. Two helicopters locked beams on their trail.
"It's bad…" Wang Jiarong muttered, glancing at the fuel gauge. The needle was sinking. "Where are you even taking ?"
Wang Xiao blinked at her lazily. "Sowhere I can discipline you... Properly. So you don't cause another circus."
Her face flushed scarlet. "D-Discipline my ass!" she snapped, drunk courage pushing past fear.
"Yes," Wang Xiao nodded, tone utterly serious. "I'll start with that."
Her hands flew instinctively to clench the seat, her hips stiff. "…You!"
The Pagani barreled down a road where traffic thinned into silence. Ahead, only sprawling mansions, their silhouettes frad by the mountainside. One in particular stood vast, gates yawning open as though waiting.
Wang Jiarong's hands trembled on the wheel. She slamd the car through.
"Stop!"
Wang Xiao's calm voice echoed through her panic.
"But-won't they catch us?!" She stomped the brake, tires screaming as the car slid to a halt.
"Look behind," he said simply.
Her chest heaved as she turned. Her mouth wide open in suprise.
All the police cars, lined up outside the gates, had stopped. Engines idling, lights flashing, but none crossing. The helicopters hovered overhead, spotlights trained… but never moving past the invisible line.
The chase had frozen.
Inside, only silence. Green pathways stretched endlessly into the estate.
"What… what the hell is happening?" Wang Jiarong whispered. Her eyes darted to her brother. The black robe he wore seed to swallow the light, its folds ancient and regal. Too strange, too unreal. "Did you… do this?"
But his calm silence was answer enough.
Outside…
"Why the hell are we stopping?!" Chen Yufeng kicked his door open, limping from his bruised leg, face red with rage.
"This is our car she stole! Move your asses!" Zhao Yichun waddled out after him, gum still stuck to his cheek.
The police chief stepped forward, grim. His hand blocked them with surprising authority.
"You can't enter." Official source is novèlfire
"What?!" Chen Yufeng roared. "Why the fuck not?!"
The chief's voice was low, firm. "That estate is restricted."
Gasps broke out.
"Restricted? To who?!" Zhao Yichun stamred, looking up at the black mountain behind the mansion.
The chief didn't answer. His silence said more than words.
Tang Wei stepped out of his silver Ferrari, eyes narrowing as the neon from the city stopped at the gate. "...So this is where the line is drawn."
And at that mont... the live news feed cut.
Screens across Tianjin and Beijing blinked to black, as if soone had snuffed out a candle.
"Fuck!" Luo Yang staggered out of his Bugatti and kicked the mangled bumper, rage spilling as uselessly as his car insurance.
Long Qing slipped out beside him, dragon tattoo gleaming under the floodlights, her sharp blue eyes fixed on the mansion gates where the Pagani had stopped. For once, her bravado slipped. She was… surprised. Curious.
What if I just walked in and dragged them out myself? she wondered.
Her heel clicked forward... then froze.
Every muscle in her body went rigid, her breath stopped. Her pupils shrank to pinpricks. Sothing pressed down on her, unseen but suffocating. Worse than death. Worse than any battlefield she'd ever served on. Her throat bobbed as she staggered back a step, sweat dripping cold down her spine.
The others didn't notice.
Chen Yufeng was still limping in circles, cursing. "Fuck this! If the cops won't move, I'll drag her out myself!"
"No-!" Zhao Yichun puffed out his chest, gum still smacking between his teeth. He turned and shouted for everyone to hear:
"My grandpa is the President! Who dares stop ?!"
The policen exchanged looks, stiff but silent. None stepped forward.
Zhao Yichun sneered. "Cowards." He spat, then stord straight toward the gates.
The police chief's jaw clenched, but he said nothing. Just a shrug.
Zhao strutted across the open pathway, laughter booming. "See?! Nothing! All this talk of restricted, bullshit! Look, I'm insi-"
FLASH!
A white arc split the night.
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