anwhile, his brain was in overdrive.
The attacker’s clean and efficient thod and targeted action very likely pointed to that mysterious and dangerous organization - "Noah".
As for why they suddenly made a move on Xu Hao?
Perhaps Xu Hao possessed information that threatened them.
Or maybe Xu Hao was one of them, now being dealt with for betrayal or exposing his identity.
No matter the truth, as long as he followed this car to find their hideout, all the mysteries would unravel.
Even if he couldn’t access the core information of the organization, being able to dismantle a Noah stronghold in the East Capital and cut off their potential claws reaching out to him is a good outco.
The taxi tailed along under the "exceptional" driving skills of the driver, swerving erratically.
Soon, they exited the brightly lit city district and turned onto a road leading to the remote outskirts.
Streetlights beca sparse and dim, with dark fields and forests lining the road, and fewer and fewer vehicles in sight.
The night enveloped the earth like thick ink, and only a few flickering lights from distant village hos could be seen.
At that mont, the black Wuling sedan ahead seed to finally notice the suspicious taxi persistently tailing it with its flamboyant driving style.
Its brake lights suddenly flickered.
Right after, under Fang Cheng’s watchful gaze, the rear car window silently rolled down.
Fang Cheng’s pupils contracted sharply, and he imdiately shouted to the driver:
"Careful, duck your head!"
Almost simultaneously with the window rolling down, a dark gun barrel erged from inside, pointing directly at the taxi behind.
Bang! Bang!
Two muffled yet highly penetrating gunshots exploded fiercely in the silent outskirts road.
The fire from the muzzle was especially glaring in the darkness!
"What the hell!"
The driver, who had been boasting about his "tracking expertise" just a mont ago, had his excited expression instantly freeze.
It was quickly replaced by fear, followed by a scream reminiscent of a pig being slaughtered:
"Wasn’t this about catching soone cheating? How did they end up using real guns?!"
He instinctively jerked the steering wheel, trying to avoid the bullets streaking toward them.
However, it was all too late.
Their target was not the passengers inside, but the car’s tires.
Soon, the right front tire of the taxi burst with a loud pop.
Imdiately after, the right rear tire detonated with another deep bang.
The vehicle, moving at high speed, instantly lost balanced control, like a wild horse breaking free. The car skidded and spun on the narrow roadway, emitting a grinding sound that set teeth on edge.
Then, it crashed hard into the roadside tal guardrail.
Crash!
A deafening boom erupted, twisting the guardrail like a pretzel.
Bang!
The airbag in the driver’s seat burst open like a massive white fist, slamming hard into the terrified driver’s face.
The plump driver who had just been bragging about his "glorious record" didn’t even have ti to grunt, his head lolling to the side as he passed out cold amid the chaos.
This level of collision was rely a more intense jolt to Fang Cheng, whose physical strength far exceeded that of an ordinary person.
As the car careened wildly, he used his formidable balance so that even without a seatbelt, his body remained as steady as if glued to the seat.
When the taxi finally crashed into the guardrail and ca to a halt, Fang Cheng glanced at the driver, slumped over the deployed airbag, unconscious.
He then calmly scanned the dashboard, found an inconspicuous red SOS ergency button, and decisively pressed it.
The car’s onboard system’s electronic voice imdiately sounded:
"Severe collision detected, airbag deployed, ergency rescue system activated, connecting to rescue center... location information sent..."
After doing all this, Fang Cheng wasted no ti. With a slight exertion of his arm muscles, he pushed open the severely deford, jamd car door, easily slipping out from the toppled taxi.
Behind him, the orange-yellow car lights continued to flash tenaciously, like a distress signal in the dark.
Fortunately, it was midnight, and the traffic on the suburban road was extrely sparse, preventing a more severe chain collision accident due to this sudden incident.
Fang Cheng stood up, dusted off his clothes, and walked back to the middle of the road.
Looking up, he saw that the black Wuling sedan which had committed the cri had already taken advantage of the earlier chaos to speed away.
At the end of the night, the red taillight was rely a faint point about to disappear over the horizon.
Fang Cheng stood there calmly, neither angry nor anxious — in fact, he seed sowhat exhilarated.
Then, unhurriedly, he opened his satchel and took out the white stone mask he always carried with him.
He placed the mask securely on his face, the cold touch of stone covering his entire visage.
Through the lenses resembling red gemstones ford by congealed blood, Fang Cheng’s vision turned entirely blood-red.
His gaze, like precise laser radar, shot toward the road ahead, locked firmly on the light point about to vanish into darkness.
Behind the mask, a pair of eyes seed to burn with silent flas.
The next second, Fang Cheng bent down, crouched low, and assud a text-book perfect starting position.
The muscles in his legs bulged and tensed like the roots of a tree spreading through the ground, the force they held pressing so hard into the ground that it seed to give way slightly.
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