Driven out of the private room by his aunt, Ian Song wanted to just wash his hands of the whole mess. But remembering that his uncle was arrested because of him, he could only swallow his frustration and rage, gritting his teeth and muttering under his breath: "Nangong Family, I swear—one day I'll uproot you all!"
Because Ian was worried about Shelly Song, he hid nearby and kept watch on the entrance of the Sky Crane Tea House.
After about ten minutes, Deputy Director Xing, Yvonne Yang, and Shelly Song walked out of the tea house together. Then, Shelly and Deputy Director Xing got into a taxi and sped away.
Yvonne Yang stood outside the tea house, dazed for a while, before finally taking another car and leaving.
With a flicker of movement, Ian Song turned into a blur and chased after the taxi carrying Deputy Director Xing.
Since they were still in the city, the taxi was going about 60 km/h, and there were plenty of traffic lights. At Ian's speed, it was easy to keep up behind the car. Worried about Shelly, he kept using his Clairvoyant Vision to monitor what was happening inside.
The taxi drove for about ten minutes, then suddenly turned off at an intersection and headed toward the suburbs.
The speed quickly jumped above 80 km/h, and Ian started struggling to keep up. What frustrated him even more was that the taxi kept accelerating. Only then did he realize—why hadn't he just taken a car and followed them?
But by the time he realized it, it was already too late. There were hardly any taxis in the suburbs.
As the taxi got farther and farther out of sight, Ian grew more and more anxious.
"Damn!" Ian cursed. In the end, he still lost track of them.
But Ian didn't give up. He kept running along the side of the road, chasing after them with everything he had.
"No way, this can't go on!" Ian thought, and dashed right into the middle of the road, waving his arms to stop a car.
Just then, a red sports car came flying down the road. Ian spotted it and quickly leapt into its lane, trying to flag it down.
Screech!
With a piercing screech of brakes, the red sports car stopped just a meter in front of him.
"What the hell! If you want to die, don't come looking for me!"
A girl with short red hair, dramatic eyeliner, and thick foundation stuck her head out the window, flipped Ian off, and cursed at him. But then, she froze in surprise: "Ian Song? What are you doing here?"
Ian was stunned to hear his name. He squinted at her, thinking she looked familiar. Then it hit him—wasn't this Zoey Su, the literary goddess, just as famous as Fiona Xiang?
At school, she was always quiet and elegant, her personality shy and refined. How was she so wild here, even swearing like a sailor? The contrast was insane. If anyone at school saw this, they'd totally lose it.
But now wasn't the time to think about that. Ian strode right to the passenger side, opened the door, and hopped in.
"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you? Who said you could get in my car? Get out, now!" Zoey glared at him, pissed he just barged in.
"Sorry, Zoey. I have an emergency. Can you help me catch up to a taxi?"
As he apologized, Ian couldn't help but notice Zoey's outfit—a white T-shirt knotted to show off her pale stomach, a black miniskirt barely covering her thighs, and long legs in sheer black stockings.
"Why should I listen to you?" Zoey chewed her gum, giving him a cold stare.
Ian grinned, pulled out his phone, snapped a photo of Zoey, and waved it at her. "What do you think would happen if I posted this on the school forum?"
Zoey froze for a second, then exploded. She lunged for Ian's phone, but he was ready and dodged her easily.
Seeing her reaction, Ian knew he'd won. He said seriously, "If you don't want this on the forum, start driving!"
Zoey stared him down for a long moment, then spat, "Damn it," and slammed her foot on the gas.
The car shot forward with a huge burst of acceleration, but Ian braced himself and pressed into the seat.
Her plan to get back at him failed, and Zoey looked a little disappointed.
Vroom vroom vroom!
With the engine roaring, the red sports car's speed shot up—quickly passing 120, then hitting 150 km/h. Ian was startled, and when he glanced at Zoey, her makeup-covered face was full of excitement.
The speed kept climbing, reaching 180 km/h. Ian quickly warned, "Zoey, this is way too fast—slow down!"
"If you're scared, get out—it's not like I invited you!" Zoey shot Ian a disdainful look, leaving him speechless.
Seeing him shut up, Zoey seemed delighted. "What's the license plate of the taxi you're chasing?"
Ian quickly told Zoey the taxi's license plate number.
190 km/h.
200 km/h.
210 km/h.
It wasn't until they hit 220 km/h that Zoey finally stopped accelerating. Even with Ian's skills, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
After two minutes, they reached a crossroads.
"Which way?" Zoey asked impatiently, glancing at Ian.
"Go straight. If we can't catch up after a while, we'll turn back," Ian said seriously.
Zoey didn't reply and floored the accelerator again.
But after five minutes, there was still no sign of the taxi. Ian realized they'd probably taken the wrong route, so he told Zoey to turn back and try another road.
Less than a minute after switching routes, a taxi came toward them. The license plate matched the one Shelly Song and Deputy Director Xing had taken. Using his Clairvoyant Vision, Ian saw the car was already empty.
Ian's heart skipped a beat. He told Zoey to stop that taxi.
"Hold on tight!"
Zoey shouted, spun the wheel, and the car shot diagonally into the other lane. With a sharp drift, she straightened out and sped toward the taxi.