Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 371 Rich Sister and YN Sister’s powerful collaboration [1 more update]

Chapter 371: 371 Rich Sister and YN Sister’s powerful collaboration [1 more update]

She had planned to pick up Yan Tingfeng at the airport, but a last-minute top-level meeting was called today, and she had no choice but to attend, which resulted in some delays.

Christine did not like attending meetings, especially tedious ones like the top-level meeting where she had to listen to complaints from various factions—her ears were almost developing calluses.

No one better try to disturb her during the days when she was on vacation and hosting Yan Tingfeng.

However, after sending the message, Christine didn’t get a response from Yan Tingfeng.

She furrowed her brows, wondering if something had happened?

The Global Center was indeed not a peaceful place, with only the main city being relatively calm, but riots still erupted from time to time.

Because she had encountered numerous assassination attempts, she used to travel with a guard team.

Just as Christine was about to send a second message, a chat group message popped up first.

[Cultured Person]: Just came out from work and encountered a street racing gang, almost got flipped over by them.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: Someone’s daring to race right outside your workplace? Have street racers gone mad?

The World Cultural Heritage Center has been one of the Global Center’s most focused development sites in recent years. Plus, the Heritage Center houses many rare cultural relics and antiques, and is under extremely strict guard.

Without proper identification, ordinary citizens can’t even get within half a step of the front gates.

And now there are crazed street racers today?

[Crazy Scientist]: Normal. My place of work has them too, very loud. But ever since my senior sister took a laser cannon and blasted the driver’s seat, no one has dared to street race anymore.

[Cultured Person]: I don’t know which group the street racers belong to, I only managed to snap a blurry photo.

[Cultured Person]: [Photo]

The photo showed a motorcycle speeding away so quickly that only a blur was left behind.

[Crazy Scientist]: Wow, that’s the latest model and even has an assault system installed. I remember only a few people bought it.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: The person on the motorcycle, judging by the silhouette, is that a woman? What kind of woman is so fierce?

After sending this message, Wen Chaosheng stared at the photo for a while, feeling that the woman’s silhouette seemed very familiar.

He rubbed his nose, wondering if he had seen this street racer somewhere before.

**

Ye Wanlan was indeed racing, unable to spare a hand to reply to the World’s Richest.

From the rearview mirror, she could see more than thirty motorcycles, cars, and low-flying vehicles chasing her.

She had been targeted by the street racers almost as soon as she left her house.

The street racers of the Global Center didn’t care about road conditions or location, racing at any time.

Their interest in her stemmed partly because of her quick motorcycle speed and partly because her motorcycle was extremely valuable.

But could more than thirty vehicles really stop her?

Ye Wanlan stretched out her hand to adjust her helmet and, in full view of everyone, sped up once again.

"Vroooom—!"

Her motorcycle leaped into the air with a strange arc, jumping right over three cars driving in front, then landed smoothly, speeding away.

Her move caught the chasing street racers off guard.

"Screeee—"

"Bang!"

Sounds of braking followed one after another, but due to the previous rush, a fierce multi-vehicle pileup erupted, and several street racers were even flung from their seats.

In an instant, the road was blocked.

Alarm sounds rang out, and immediately, administrators and the main city guard team stepped forward, taking control of all the street racers.

Street racers were hard to catch, but this time they managed to catch more than thirty at once, which was a good thing.

Although street racing was quite common in the Global Center, this pileup occurred in the center of the main city district, and news outlets from all areas were reporting this serious incident with gravity.

[Central City Dispatch: A traffic incident occurred, but there were no casualties. All traffic departments, please take note and strictly prohibit street racing in the main city district!

If such an incident happens again, increased punishment!]

Yan Tingfeng had just left the Extreme Path Headquarters when he heard the broadcast.

His eyes chilled, and he immediately took out his phone and dialed Ye Wanlan’s number.

Much to his relief, the call was quickly answered, and Ye Wanlan’s voice came through the phone: "I’m fine, they chased me, but they didn’t catch me."

Yan Tingfeng frowned slightly: "It’s that motorcycle—it’s too conspicuous. Sorry, my fault."

"Why apologize? I really like this motorcycle; it fits my taste perfectly. I should be thanking you," Ye Wanlan replied lazily with a chuckle, "and what’s this? It’s just a preview of the local customs of the Global Center. Next time I come, it won’t feel so unfamiliar."

Besides, no one who could match her in riding skills had appeared yet.

Yan Tingfeng’s frown relaxed, and he smiled softly: "Xiao Wan has actually helped the local traffic department solve a big problem. They’ve wanted to catch those street racers for a long time, but never managed to."

"Mhm," Ye Wanlan parked the motorcycle under a tree and spoke unhurriedly, "They chased me into the downtown area, they should have known what consequences awaited them."

She had calculated everything, ensuring the street racers would stop, but not harm other regular driving citizens.

[Yan Tingfeng]: Sorry, something came up. Send me your location, and I’ll come directly to you.

[World’s Richest]: [Real-time location sharing]

[World’s Richest]: Sister Yan, the street racers in the city have become active again. They even dared to race outside the World Cultural Heritage Center. Be careful, these racers will turn a blind eye to the life and death of ordinary people when they get crazy.

[Yan Tingfeng]: Got it. By the way, do you like intense sports, Rich Sister?

[World’s Richest]: Thinking of going to the amusement park? But I get motion sickness and I’m afraid of heights, so I’d probably only be able to watch you play.

At this time, Christine hadn’t realized what was to come.

She thought Yan Tingfeng wanted to play at the Global Center’s amusement park and had specifically contacted professionals to prepare in advance.

And that’s when the accident happened.

The lively street suddenly fell silent, merchants and customers alike were now crowding around her.

"Miss Kristin, I’ve long admired your reputation. I’m pleased to finally meet you today," A Blonde Man bowed to her with impeccable manners. "Whenever you’ve been out in public, you’ve been surrounded by a crowd, which greatly saddened me."

Kristin’s gaze turned icy; her hand was already on her concealed gun.

She went out in disguise; logically, no one should have been able to recognize her true identity.

Yet these people...

Clearly, they had been lying in ambush here, each appearing to be just a passerby, and she hadn’t sensed anything amiss right away.

She always acknowledged her ability to make money, but her combat skills were only average, though her spear technique was somewhat precise. However, with so many people, she couldn’t take them all down quickly.

Kristin’s expression darkened.

How was she going to escape?

"If Miss Kristin has time to think about how to flee, she might first consider who leaked your whereabouts," the Blonde Man said with a smile. "Or perhaps think about whom you’ve offended, why would someone want you dead?"

Kristin remained silent. She was never much of a talker, only fairly active in the online chat groups.

Seeing her silence, the Blonde Man took two steps forward: "Miss Kristin, don’t be so grave. We’re just inviting you as a guest, no intention to harm you. The boss even said if a single hair on your head is harmed, we’ll all be held accountable."

He gestured to two tall and muscular men to come forward and restrain Kristin.

Kristin’s expression grew even darker, and traces of anxiety flitted across her brows and eyes.

Of course, she knew these people wouldn’t hurt her, but she had just shared her real-time location with Yan Tingfeng.

All she could do now was pray that Yan Tingfeng wouldn’t arrive too quickly.

"Come with us, Miss Kristin." The smile deepened on the Blonde Man’s face. "I hear your dispute with the Constans Family is quite severe, so—"

His words were not yet finished when the sound of an engine roared through the air.

At that moment, a motorcycle suddenly appeared!

"Where did this street racer come from?" the Blonde Man shouted angrily. "Don’t you dare linger here! This isn’t a place for you to be!"

Street racers messing around was one thing, but to disrupt their plans was another.

However, the motorcycle didn’t stop; instead, it accelerated and charged straight toward the crowd at that moment.

The Blonde Man was shocked and angry, moving aside quickly, yet he was still staggered back a couple of steps by the blast of air the motorcycle kicked up.

"You’re courting death!" His expression chilled. "I was willing to let you live, but it seems you’re determined to die!"

Kristin was startled. She lifted her head and saw the motorcycle from the group’s photo stop in front of her.

Indeed, there was a woman on the bike—or more precisely, a "girl," for the figure was exceedingly young and agile.

The girl wore a black helmet, revealing only a pair of eyes as blue as the ocean.

It was then that a helmet was tossed from the motorcycle into Kristin’s arms.

A cool voice fell, tinged with a slight smile: "Rich Sister, get on. I’ll try to drive steady so you don’t get motion sickness."