Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 380 Ye Wanlan’s terror, meeting of three people on site [2 more updates]

Chapter 380: 380 Ye Wanlan’s terror, meeting of three people on site [2 more updates]

At that time, it wouldn’t just be the company’s naming rights that they would lose; it would be their lives.

As long as the top management of Pulling the Sky were trapped, or even dead, the entire company would become as loose as sand.

Such things had become commonplace in business warfare.

"Get lost!" Jiang Xulin pressed the phone off with one hand, the other gripping the steering wheel, his expression chilling, "Give me the car, you can’t drive in this situation."

At that moment, he had stopped touching embroidery needles because of his parents’ fatal car accident and had taken up racing to vent, inadvertently paving a new path for himself.

If it hadn’t been for Ye Wanlan finding him and curing his hand, he might have continued to make a living from racing.

"I know, but not now," Fang Qingli clenched her hands as well, "We have to break out of here first. Don’t worry, although my driving isn’t as good as yours, Sister Lan did teach me after all."

Hearing this, Jiang Xulin’s eyes twitched: "Who did you say taught you?"

Watching Ye Wanlan race was a dual pleasure for the eyes and ears.

But being in a car driven by Ye Wanlan was like putting one’s life in the hands of the King of Yan.

"Boom—!"

The accelerator was pressed down, the engine started, the car suddenly sped up, roaring away, and dodging the cars that were squeezing in from either side.

But this was just the beginning; more and more cars surrounded them, vowing to leave them dead.

"Humph, unmanned formation." Jiang Xulin noticed the relentless pursuit of those cars, "A programmed sequence set in advance. It seems they had been plotting against our lives since the grand show last night."

The technology level at the Global Center was indeed ahead of the entire world, even the Starman Federal Empire couldn’t compare.

Autonomous driving was already a well-developed technology in Global Center; public transportation didn’t need drivers, just programs to control them.

"Quick, it’s your turn," Fang Qingli said urgently, "I’ve never really had real experience, and my hands are shaking now."

In the back seat, Zhou Yixiang pressed herself hard against the backrest, grabbing the handle next to her to avoid being thrown out.

Even though switching seats was quick, it still wasted two seconds.

And in those two seconds, they were surrounded again.

Jiang Xulin pursed his lips, eyes tightly fixed on the road ahead.

If Ye Wanlan were here, she could have probably flown right over them.

But his skills weren’t that advanced.

He only had a sixty percent certainty, and he didn’t dare to bet because if he failed, they would surely end up dead and the car wrecked.

"Bang!"

The car was struck hard, but luckily all three of them had taken precautions and were seated stably.

"Bang bang—"

But the successive collisions rang out, and even with the car’s modifications, it couldn’t withstand such impacts.

Jiang Xulin couldn’t help but start to panic, wondering what to do...

"Rumble!"

Suddenly, a motorcycle burst out from the diagonally rear side of the car, drawing an arc in the air before landing steadily on the ground.

At the same time, the motorcycle’s attack system activated, spraying indiscriminately at the surrounding driverless cars.

"Bang!"

"Wooooow—"

The sounds of tires bursting and alarms interwoven together, forcing all the cars to stop, rendering them unable to pursue.

Jiang Xulin was stunned, hardly believing his own eyes.

"Get going now," Ye Wanlan’s cold voice came from the phone, "There’s not much time left, head to the fashion show. The rest will be handled by me. Once you arrive, others will meet you. Go without worry."

Jiang Xulin then snapped back to reality, pressing down the accelerator and fleeing swiftly.

Watching the cars disappearing in the distance, Ye Wanlan then turned her vehicle around.

Underneath her goggles, her eyes were as cold as ice.

Arson was possible, maliciously causing accidents at the fashion show was also possible.

But directly targeting someone was courting death!

"Hey? I’m fine." Ye Wanlan received a call from Kristin, she paused, and then chuckled, "Rich Sister, interested in doing another deal with me?"

Half an hour later, after the next day’s grand show ended, Ye Wanlan and Kristin successfully met.

"The situation is escalating." Kristin’s expression was also very cold, "What do you plan to do?"

"Do unto others as they would do unto you," Ye Wanlan removed her helmet, "but first we need to wait for the grand show to end and fully open the international market."

Kristin nodded: "The top three luxury brands aren’t this reckless. It’s just some panicked first-line brands."

"Ding ding—"

Both of their phones rang simultaneously with alert sounds, it was a group chat.

**Ghostbuster Bro**: Brothers and sisters! I ran into a racing gang too! Really, it was a girl!

**Ghostbuster Bro**: [Image]

**Ghostbuster Bro**: This motorcycle is really cool, alas, it’s a pity, I can’t afford it or find it.

Kristin crossed her arms: "If he knew who was on that bike, he might be very surprised, right?"

In the group, YN had always been an image of a stable and reliable big sister, helping them a lot, and they trusted her very much.

So when they met YN and discovered her real age, they were thrown into some self-doubt.

Ye Wanlan pondered, "Not likely, we had already met on the borders of Shenzhou a few months ago."

Kristin: "?"

Kristin: "...So, I’m not the first person you met?"

She was displeased.

"You are," Ye Wanlan, calm and composed, "Last time I wore a mask; he didn’t see my face."

This did not appease Kristin.

She posted a "slapping" emoticon in the group.

**Ghostbuster Bro**: ??

**Ghostbuster Bro**: Rich Sister, where did I offend you?

He felt wronged and needed to say it.

Kristin didn’t respond further; she was contacting someone she trusted.

The projection of a young deacon popped up: "Miss Kristin, your car is ready. Would you like to drive the S2 today?"

The S2 was a "war vehicle" developed by the International Strategic Studies Institute; there was only one in the entire Global Center.

"It’s just a casual outing with a friend today, let’s not be so conspicuous," Kristin calmly said, "That car is too eye-catching and ostentatious."

The young deacon understood: "Alright, Miss Kristin, then how about your Maserati? It’s newly painted black, not very noticeable, and it’s a low-profile model. I’ll send it over in a moment."

Ye Wanlan slowly lifted her head: "That’s low-profile?"

Real low-profile would be going together on a shared bike.

Kristin offered a slight explanation: "Indeed, it’s the cheapest car in my garage. If you think it’s inappropriate, I can call them to send a different one."

"No need," Ye Wanlan sighed, "As long as it drives. Have you met Wen Chaosheng?"

"I haven’t," Kristin pushed up her rimless Gold Thread glasses, "As you know, the Supernatural Affairs Office is really another level of institution. They don’t have much interaction with normal, powerless people like me."

The Supernatural Affairs Office isn’t actually short on money, as they don’t engage in dealings with the living, but a single contract can earn a high commission.

Wen Chaosheng, the Ghostbuster Bro, despite his attire often teased as "beggar’s clothes," was also part of the uniform of the Supernatural Affairs Office.

Just then, several more messages popped up in the group chat.

**Ghostbuster Bro**: The taste of our director is truly awful, he thinks patches and holes on clothes are trendy, I don’t get it, which century’s trend is that?

**Ghostbuster Bro**: One big reason I’m working hard now is to usurp power and dethrone our director, then change the work uniforms!

**Crazy Scientist**: Then you still need to work hard for a long time; your director has only been in position for a few years.

**Ghostbuster Bro**: A man must have ambition; once I become the director, Rich Sister will definitely invest in our department.

**World’s Richest**: If you really become the director, I might consider it.

**YN**: Keep it up.

**Cultured Person**: How come Rich Sister and YN Sister appeared at the same time? You two aren’t together now, are you?

Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow but didn’t reply.

"Typical of Cultured Person," Kristin commented, "His senses are very sharp."

The two continued walking and discussing important matters.

Then, a song started playing, completely off-key, and a strain on one’s hearing.

"Today is a nice day, all sunny and bright—"

Wen Chaosheng hummed to himself, feeling that life was perfect.

He had been working overtime for seven days straight for a case and had barely slept.

The case ended successfully, and he received a substantial bonus, finally affording him a good meal.

Just as Wen Chaosheng was about to do a few backflips to celebrate, he received a private message.

**YN**: This happy?

**Ghostbuster Bro**: Ah?

**Ghostbuster Bro**: YN Sister, how did you know I have ten days off and got a substantial bonus?

Wen Chaosheng scratched his head.

Could it be that YN Sister was actually his colleague, capable of divine strategy?

At that moment, a chilly voice sounded from behind him: "Turn around."

A very familiar voice, a very familiar tone.

The long-lost memory caused Wen Chaosheng to shudder; suddenly, he remembered the first time he met YN Sister, under the very same circumstances.

That time, he had collapsed in fright.

But no worries, he was prepared this time!

"Cough cough! YN Sister, you can’t scare me this time," Wen Chaosheng cleared his throat and turned around.