The Favored Heiress
Chapter 530: Street Racing

Chapter 530: Chapter 530: Street Racing

Li Qiao’s hand, which was writing, suddenly stopped, and her gaze grew heavy, "What happened to her?"

If her sister-in-law encountered trouble in British Imperial, how would she explain it to her older brother upon her return?

As Li Qiao asked, she placed the documents she was holding on the desk, stood up, and walked over to the bodyguard, her expression becoming strikingly cool.

The bodyguard didn’t delay and succinctly explained the cause and effect.

It turned out that Zong Yue had previously searched online for travel tips in British Imperial, and by chance, she saw a highly-rated dessert shop in an alley of the EC district.

She went out in the afternoon intending to browse and planned to buy two servings of dessert, then have the bodyguard deliver one to Li Qiao.

However, no sooner had she and her bodyguard left the car and entered the alley than a group of black motorcyclists sped out from within.

The entrance of the alley was narrow to begin with, and Zong Yue dodged to the side while the bodyguard immediately shielded her, but the Street Racer Gang clearly came prepared.

As the second motorcycle passed by them, the driver feinted a move; taking advantage of the bodyguard’s reaction to protect Zong Yue, someone from the backseat grabbed the opportunity to snatch Zong Yue’s handbag.

Obviously, these were the notorious motorcycle robbers, particularly fond of targeting tourists of Asian-descent for their bags.

Luckily, their aim was merely robbery, and nothing serious happened.

But what completely dumbfounded the bodyguard was that, as the last motorcycle of the Street Racer Gang whizzed by, he saw the seemingly meek Zong Yue kick the driver off with a very tricky angle.

The motorcycle also fell to the ground and slid out two meters.

After doing this, Zong Yue ran up and kicked the black driver in the temple, knocking him out cold before picking up the motorcycle, straddling it, pressing down the clutch, twisting her wrist, and setting off with a stern face.

Fortunately, the bodyguard reacted quickly enough to jump on the backseat before Zong Yue accelerated.

Thus began a high-speed bike chase on the streets of Britain.

The Street Racer Gang in front had done this kind of thing before, but they had never encountered an Asian-faced girl who snatched one of their bikes and relentlessly pursued them at breakneck speed.

And the bodyguard sitting in the backseat felt as if his face was being carved from wood.

At that moment, the only thought in his mind was that those around Tan Sri were indeed all mighty impressive.

The race-modified motorcycles were quite heavy in their own right, but when she picked it up from the ground just moments before, it seemed as if she hadn’t exerted much effort at all.

Surprised as the bodyguard was, he still managed to steady his breathing and call his colleagues to report the situation.

Miss Zong, now seemingly unconcerned for her own safety, was chasing after those Street Racer Gang members with complete disregard for the consequences.

If the gang led them into an impoverished area with a higher crime rate, it might not end with just a stolen bag.

"Miss Zong, please stop first, give me the bike, and I’ll go after them."

The bodyguard was not very fluent in Mandarin to begin with and, out of respect for his status, hadn’t gotten too close to Zong Yue. Combined with the high speed of the motorcycle, his words barely reached her ears in fragments.

In the biting wind, the motorcycle did not slow down but instead sped up again, and just as the light was about to change at the intersection, Miss Zong made a drifting lane change and tossed back three words: "Hold on tight."

The bodyguard felt like he was on a roller coaster, and not only that, Zong Yue’s shoulder-length hair undulated behind her, slapping his face haphazardly over and over.

...

Meanwhile, upon receiving the news, Li Qiao bid Reid a hasty farewell, and left Myst Town with her bodyguard.

In the parking lot, she stepped onto the car, just as Su Moshi was returning after finishing his business and threw the car door shut. Looking at her receding figure, he asked, "What’s wrong?"

Li Qiao stood on the car door step and looked back, "There’s an issue."

Su Moshi narrowed his eyes slightly and his gaze lingered on her face for half a second before he walked over without hesitation, "I’ll come with you."

Clearly, he had seen the deep-seated anger buried in Li Qiao’s eyes.

Once in the car, Su Moshi undid his shirt cuffs and elegantly rolled them up twice, "Who’s in trouble?"

"My sister-in-law," Li Qiao, holding her phone and searching for Zong Yue and the bodyguard’s location, replied in her usual calm tone, "I heard she was robbed on the street."

Su Moshi frowned, "The security in the London Port city center is still good, but if it’s a more remote place, there are a lot of thieves and robber gangs. Where did she go?"

Just then, Li Qiao, looking at the icon moving quickly on her screen, handed the phone to Su Moshi, "EC district."

Su Moshi pursed his lips and sighed, "EC is a predominantly black area, but it’s also a transport hub. The police respond quickly if you report it. What’s your plan?"

"Let’s go there first and see."

He understood she meant not to go through the official channels to report the incident.

Su Moshi handed the phone back to her and crossed his legs with composure, taking a look outside the window, "Turn left, there’s a shortcut to the EC district."

The bodyguard glanced at Li Qiao in the rearview mirror, and seeing no objection from her, quickly turned the steering wheel into the small road on the left.

Fifteen minutes later, Li Qiao, frowning at the screen, tilted the phone screen, "What place is this?"

With just one look, Su Moshi cursed under his breath, "A slum. Was she robbed or kidnapped?"

Li Qiao didn’t answer, simply lifted her gaze to the rearview mirror, "Speed up."

The bodyguard nodded and immediately pressed the accelerator, speeding toward the slum.

Thanks to Su Moshi’s familiarity with London Port, they wove through the streets and alleys, finally arriving at the slum in ten minutes.

Li Qiao looked at the location on the phone; their position was just two hundred meters ahead.

Three people got out of the car, Li Qiao with one hand in his pocket, surveying his surroundings. The streets were narrow, the houses dense, hardly any modern skyscrapers in sight.

Even though there were signs of governmental reconstruction, the area still housed many of the poor and refugees who had come seeking a livelihood.

And because it was next to the docks, the air was tinged with a damp, decaying smell.

"It’s in the square up ahead," Su Moshi said, looking at the location on her phone, and casually pointed towards a damp alley.

Li Qiao responded with a sound, and the two walked side by side into the narrow alley, while the bodyguard followed alertly behind them.

About three minutes passed, and a dilapidated square, filled with trash and decrepit buildings, came into view.

As they approached, the roar of motorcycles and the raucous shouts of the crowd nearly ripped through the sky.

Around the square at this moment, twenty or thirty people had gathered, forming a circle, each face filled with malicious excitement.

In the middle of the crowd, Zong Yue and the bodyguard stood next to the motorcycle, and opposite them, seven or eight members of the Street Racer Gang were either sitting or standing.

Most of them were black, and the leader was holding a pink handbag. Amidst the crowd’s cheering, he took out a wallet and began to count the banknotes one by one.

Sure enough, people of Asian descent are rich.

There wasn’t much in Miss Zong’s handbag, but many important documents, including her passport, and... the bank card Li Jun had given her.