Andrew Qi burst out onto the parking lot, ready to chase after Yara Zen and her crew in his Lincoln. But then he realized—he’d run out here buck naked and didn’t even have his car keys! His Lincoln was parked deep inside, and blocking the exit was Warren Cloud’s flashy ride, the one with a gold-maned tiger airbrushed on the hood. That beast was a black Lamborghini Murciélago—pure show-off material!
Without a second thought, Andrew smashed the window of Warren’s Lamborghini Murciélago with a punch, reached in to unlock the driver’s door, and dove inside. His hands flew under the steering wheel, yanking out wires and fiddling until—vroom! The engine roared to life, sounding like a fighter jet about to take off. Anyone who knew cars would recognize the raw power under that hood.
“Heh, with this souped-up sports car, let’s see where you think you’re going!” Andrew sneered, slammed the gas, and the Lamborghini Murciélago shot out of the parking lot. The engine’s roar was like a wild beast unleashed. In just three seconds, he was gunning it from zero to a hundred kilometers an hour—like a cannonball tearing down the road at the foot of Dragoncrest Mountain!
Turns out Warren Cloud was more than just a gangster—he was a hardcore car mod enthusiast. That Lamborghini Murciélago was his pride and joy, and as if the stock engine wasn’t wild enough, he’d slapped on a multi-stage turbocharger, cranking the horsepower up to insane levels!
Andrew knew all about Warren’s obsession with modified cars, so he didn’t hesitate to snatch the Lamborghini Murciélago. Sure enough, the upgraded beast delivered—within ten minutes, he was hot on the tail of a red Porsche tearing down the highway.
Yara Zen heard the monster engine roaring behind her. She was no slouch at the wheel herself. One glance in the rearview mirror, and she spotted Warren’s Lamborghini Murciélago closing in fast. She knew Warren loved tricking out his cars, so she gasped, “Crap! That old fox Andrew Qi is catching up—and he’s driving Warren’s modded ride! There’s no way we can out-speed him on this stretch. Hang on, folks—I’m changing course!”
With a sharp twist of the wheel, Yara sent the red Porsche skidding into a narrow side road, plunging into a secluded forest lane. Luckily, it was paved with concrete, though just wide enough for a single car to squeeze through.
Andrew wasn’t about to let them get away. He spun the wheel and barreled after them, both luxury sports cars tearing down the quiet forest lane, sending grass and branches flying everywhere. Even the birds in the trees scattered in a panic.
During the chase, a mountain loomed ahead, with buildings perched halfway up. Everyone caught sight of a Daoist temple nestled on the slope—the forest lane led straight to its doorstep.
In no time, the two cars were bumper to bumper at the foot of the mountain. But here, the forest lane turned into a flight of stone steps leading up to the temple—no way the cars could go any further. Yara slammed the brakes—screeeeech! The red Porsche skidded sideways, leaving a long black tire mark on the ground before finally screeching to a halt.