The Favored Heiress
Chapter 143: Luoyu is Besieged

Chapter 143: Chapter 143: Luoyu is Besieged

The night wind, carrying the dampness of the riverbank, gushed in through the car window, messing up Li Qiao’s wispy hair at her temples.

She casually pushed it behind her ear and was about to close the window.

Just at that moment, three black sedans sped past in the opposite lane, traveling at no less than 80 mph and kicking up a howling gale as they went.

Li Qiao furrowed her brow, and at the instant she raised the car window, she heard a shrill sound of tires screeching on the pavement from behind.

She glanced up at the rearview mirror and was surprised to find that the three black cars had forcefully turned around and were now forming a triangle, trapping Luoyu’s car in the middle.

The riverside road was a two-way street, with not many cars at that time and no traffic barrier down the center.

In the blink of an eye, Luoyu’s car was being sandwiched from both sides, while the black sedan in front was swaying back and forth, trying to bring the SUV to a halt.

Everything happened so suddenly that, even though Li Qiao slowed down, the distance to the vehicles behind her widened due to the winding road.

Li Qiao narrowed her eyes and gently tapped her fingers on the steering wheel twice.

The three sedans were clearly targeting Luoyu, and it seemed that they were up to no good.

Just as Li Qiao was about to turn around and merge into traffic, the mobile phone on the passenger side rang.

It was Li Guangming.

Li Qiao pressed the in-car Bluetooth call button, and Li Guangming’s voice came through, concerned, "Qiaoqiao, why haven’t you caught up yet?"

"Dad, I have some things to handle with a friend. You guys go ahead, don’t wait for us."

By all rights, Li Qiao planned to go back and check.

Li Guangming acknowledged and then warned, "Just now, I saw three cars driving very fast in the opposite lane, definitely those street racers again. You all stay far away from them."

Li Qiao said she understood and quickly hung up the phone.

By then, she could no longer see Luoyu and the three cars in the rearview mirror.

Immediately, Li Qiao turned the steering wheel sharply, the wheels rubbing against the pavement at high speed, leaving a streak of black tire marks on the road.

After turning around, she floored the accelerator and headed back the way she had come.

The short distance of a hundred meters was covered in a blink of an eye.

Now, by the dimly lit roadside, Luoyu’s SUV had been forced to stop, apparently having a rear-end collision with the car in front.

The four cars audaciously blocked the thoroughfare, with several cars that had come behind forced to stop not far away, their horns blaring incessantly.

Among them included the Lexus belonging to her uncle Duan Yuanhong.

Li Qiao slowed her speed and parked her car on the opposite side of the road.

She lowered the car window a crack and took in the situation outside.

Luoyu had already gotten out of the car and was leaning diagonally against the door with a cigarette in his mouth, his posture somewhat defiant.

At the same time, the doors of the three sedans opened and nearly seven or eight men jumped out in the blink of an eye.

All were dressed in black clothes and pants with unfriendly expressions, looking like fierce thugs of the type employed as enforcers.

Just then, Luoyu, with his arms crossed over his chest and a cigarette between his lips, exhaled a puff of white smoke and squinted his long eyes, raising his brow provocatively, "Is it all at once, or one-on-one?"

In the face of such a scene, he seemed quite accustomed.

Then, the man in black leading the group, who was at least one meter ninety tall, approached Luoyu, towering over him and bending down to say in a tone audible only to the two of them, "President Yu seems not at all afraid?"

Luoyu slightly stepped back, looking directly into the dark eyes of the other man, and then blew smoke directly into his face, "The defeated? What’s there to be afraid of?"

The man touched his eyebrow and smiled instead of getting angry, "The defeated? Then, President Yu, guess who will win and who will lose today?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man suddenly threw a punch, his powerful fist aiming straight for Luoyu’s face.