Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 831: 827: Who Is the Hunter? (Part 1)

Chapter 831: Chapter 827: Who Is the Hunter? (Part 1)

At the intersection, the modified Volkswagen suddenly swerved, its tires grinding against the road, sketching out four black arcs, and with an almost perfect drift, it turned onto another road.

The bald man in close pursuit violently jerked the steering wheel, and the Audi made a sharp turn, its tail end hitting the road barrier, sending a shower of sparks, continuing the pursuit forward.

In the rear Mercedes, Meng Gang watched this scene from a distance, frowned slightly, glanced at the car’s GPS map, and picked up the radio, “Biaozi, take a shortcut and intercept him ahead!”

“Got it, Brother Gang!” a man’s voice echoed from the camera, and the Honda suddenly accelerated, jumping off the curb, lifting a plastic bag on the road, and charging into the vacant land.

This area is on the urban outskirts, surrounded by some low factories and residential areas, and large stretches of empty land.

Meng Gang said to Xie Liping, “Ye’s car is obviously modified, coming to this remote suburb, he must be trying to take advantage of the open road to escape.”

Xie Liping grunted, “Can we catch up?”

“Should be no problem,” Meng Gang said.

The modified Volkswagen overtook several cars in succession, with the rushing wind and sharp turns making Shen Yan inside feel dizzy.

Ye Fan glanced at the rearview mirror and said, “It’s a bit tough, hang in there.”

Shen Yan forced a smile on her pale face, thinking that compared to the minor issue of dizziness, being pursued by those ruthless people behind was more urgent, right? But then she thought, Ye Fan probably said this to distract her attention.

A warmth spread in her heart. This man before her, in such a critical moment, still thought to comfort her, how resilient were his nerves and how strong his willpower?

The scenery beside the road sped past rapidly, the modified Volkswagen charging ahead, roaring by, lightning fast, while the Audi behind was persistently sticking like a shadow.

The two cars, along with the Mercedes trailing like a tail, were like three fish swimming and chasing on this night road.

Ye Fan was holding off until now just because he didn’t want to make a move in a crowded area; firstly, there were many witnesses, and secondly, these streets were full of surveillance, so he just wanted to find a remote, quiet place to settle this matter.

He genuinely wanted to know who in Hua Hai had the audacity to act so openly against him.

Especially with such a relentless attitude.

To those who bore a deadly grudge against him and took action, he didn’t mind killing them.

This is a hunt, but who is the prey and who is the hunter?

Although the Volkswagen was modified, except for better straight-line performance than the expensive Audi behind, in other areas, whether it was endurance or grip, it had no advantage.

Several times, the Audi brutally rammed into the rear of the modified Volkswagen; if Ye Fan hadn’t narrowly maintained control of the car’s balance, the car might have flipped long ago.

Throughout the chase, speeds soared several times beyond 200 km/h.

“If you’re scared, just close your eyes, and pretend it’s a roller coaster ride,” Ye Fan gently said.

Shen Yan didn’t close her eyes. Instead, she opened her beautiful eyes wider.

This whole chase, with multiple drifts around corners and narrowly avoiding the cars in front, Ye Fan’s driving skills had left her utterly amazed. This man before her gave her a strange thrill and a sense of security.

She suddenly recalled the times the two went to an Internet café to play LOL before, and he in the game and now seemed just the same, possessing immense confidence and control.

As if everything was within his grasp.

The race against time, knowing there was life-threatening danger, yet feeling extremely secure, this whole new experience made Shen Yan inexplicably excited like never before.

She looked at Ye Fan with a very complicated expression.

The world outside of music could be this exciting too!

And just then, at a bend, the bald man behind suddenly floored the accelerator, the Audi abruptly sped up, catching up, exuding an aura of mutual destruction.

The two cars were neck and neck.

The bald man turned and looked at Ye Fan, with a fierce expression, suddenly turning the steering wheel, the Audi stuck over and crashed against the Volkswagen, forcing the Volkswagen to the roadside, its body scraping against the highway barrier, sending out showers of sparks.

Shen Yan screamed.

A little over a hundred meters ahead, a small truck was parked by the roadside. If things went on like this, the modified Volkswagen would definitely rear-end the truck. In the high-speed crash, Ye Fan’s cultivation at the late stage of inner strength might save him, but for Shen Yan, the inevitable result was car destruction and a tragic end.

“Strap on the seatbelt!” Ye Fan said, then suddenly took out the crossbow, aiming at the side window, he pulled the trigger.

With a buzz, a crossbow arrow shot out, shattering the Audi’s window, Ye Fan swiftly loaded another arrow, and pulled the trigger once more.

Seeing the crossbow arrow about to nail into the bald man’s head, unexpectedly, the bald man suddenly swung his hand, forcibly knocking the flying crossbow arrow aside.

“An ancient martial artist?!” Ye Fan blurted out in surprise, and after a brief shock, once more loaded the crossbow, aiming this time at the Audi’s front right tire.

With a bang, the sharp crossbow arrow penetrated the tire, causing the Audi to lose balance, veering to the side.

As it was about to crash into the van ahead, Ye Fan suddenly swerved, narrowly escaping the pressure from the Audi.

Yet before Ye Fan could catch his breath, a Honda came rushing from two hundred meters ahead.

Initially, the Honda didn’t even turn or slow down, instead suddenly accelerating, revealing a desperate determination.

Narrow alley, the brave wins.

But as the distance between the two cars shrinks to over fifty meters, the game changes.

This isn’t a racing game; life doesn’t come with a save or restart option. If damaged, it’s damaged; if dead, it’s dead. Life is the only one. Crashing would likely send one to hell to meet King Yan.

This isn’t a car crash; it’s jumping into a coffin.

Inside the modified Volkswagen, Shen Yan had already covered her eyes in terror.

Finally, as the two cars were only ten meters apart, the scythe of death already upon his neck, Biaozi inside the Honda, unable to withstand the torment under this death threat, suddenly swerved.

Through the windshield, Ye Fan could even see the opponent’s face pale with fear.

The two cars dangerously brushed past, both side mirrors shattered into pieces.

The Honda crashed into the road barrier, smoke rising from the hood, Biaozi kicked open the deformed car door and crawled out holding his bleeding head, spitting out a mouthful of blood tinged with broken teeth at the speeding modified Volkswagen, “Damn you, you crazy bastard!”

In the Mercedes, the surround sound system continued playing the symphony, already into the third movement, with cellos and double basses playing a rapidly rising melody, full of forward momentum.

As if influenced by the music, a flush of excitement appeared on Xie Liping’s face, saying viciously, “Kill him!”