“… A serious car accident occurred on the highway from Jinghai to Lincheng. It is said that a Maserati and a Ferrari were racing each other, resulting in one of the cars being destroyed and the driver being killed. The casualties are not clear yet, but the police have blocked the intersection and traffic is very slow. Drivers are requested to avoid or take a detour.”
Zheng Yubai's face changed, and he looked at Qiao Weilun. Although he was still calm, his face gradually became serious. Both parties were driving at high speed, and if there was a car accident, it would be a life-or-death situation. Zheng Yubai was worried about Xue Bingyang's life and death, and his fists clenched unconsciously.
"Don't worry, she will be fine." Qiao Weilun said softly, but his eyes involuntarily looked into the distance.
Zheng Yubai stood up, walked to the entrance of the gas station, and looked into the distance. Countless cars were coming and going, but he didn't know whether Xue Bingyang was safe at the moment.
The gas station's radio kept broadcasting the latest updates on the car accident. Zheng Yubai and Qiao Weilun both pricked up their ears to listen carefully, fearing that they would miss any important information.
"… The car involved in the accident was a red Ferrari F40 sports car. It overturned when it rushed through a slippery road at a speed of 250 kilometers per hour. The vehicle immediately caught fire and exploded. It is not clear how many passengers were in the car…" The two of them breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the latest news.
"Sister Bingyang is fine." Zheng Yubai said happily.
Qiao Weilun nodded and stood up: "Get ready to leave."
"Where are you going?"
"She's back." Qiao Weilun pointed into the distance, "We must leave here immediately.
Zheng Yubai followed Qiao Weilun to the intersection with doubt. A moment later, a familiar black car appeared in the distance, and in the blink of an eye it came in front of him and slowed down.
"Get in the car." Xue Bingyang stopped the car and said expressionlessly.
Zheng Yubai and Qiao Weilun got into the car. Xue Bingyang stepped on the accelerator and the car shot out like an arrow and soon disappeared.
The black Maserati was weaving through traffic at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour, and soon got off the highway at an exit, turned around and got on the national highway, heading towards Tianhai.
"What happened just now?" The car was silent until Qiao Weilun asked.
"He couldn't control the car and it flipped over." Xue Bingyang replied calmly, "At 250 kilometers per hour, he was definitely dead."
"It looks like we have to go back after just one day out." Qiao Weilun sighed.
"I'm afraid I'll have to stay for a long time this time." Xue Bingyang said dimly.
Qiao Weilun turned around and smiled at Zheng Yubai: "Yubai, it seems that we are really destined to be together. We can't separate even if we want to."
"What exactly happened?" Zheng Yubai had some vague ideas, but he was not quite clear.
"Yao Feng's father is Yao Qian, the richest man in Jinghai. We stole a Lamborghini from Yao Feng before, and his father offered a reward of one million to track down our whereabouts, so we had no choice but to hide in the safe apartment. Now his son has been hit and killed, and I'm afraid he won't let us go. So, we have to go back to the safe apartment." said Qiao Weilun.
Zheng Yubai scratched his head: "You can't blame Sister Bingyang for this."
"It's hard to explain this kind of thing." Qiao Weilun sighed, "Yao Qian will never let us go. We have no other place to go except the safe apartment."
The car quickly returned to Jinghai. Xue Bingyang drove the car back to the garage. The three of them hurriedly picked up their luggage and headed straight for the safe apartment.
Cao Ji was chatting with Bing Ye and the others. When he saw Zheng Yubai and Qiao Xue coming in, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's going on?"
Qiao Weilun smiled awkwardly: "I'm afraid I'll have to stay a little longer this time."
"Hasn't the rumor already passed?" Cao Ji asked in confusion, "Could it be that old fellow Yao Qian will hold a grudge for so long this time?"
"You'll know if you watch the evening news..." Xue Bingyang said calmly.
Cao Ji hurriedly checked in Qiao Xue and the others. After they went to the room, he asked Zheng Yubai, "What happened? Why are you with them?"
Zheng Yubai told Cao Ji what had just happened, and Cao Ji couldn't help but gasp: "Yao Feng is dead... He was Yao Qian's only son. This time they are in big trouble."
"Is Yao Qian very good?" Zheng Yubai always felt that he was responsible for what happened today. If it wasn't for teaching him how to drive, Qiao and Xue wouldn't have been targeted by Yao Feng, and the following events wouldn't have happened. He felt a little guilty, wondering if he could do something to help them solve the problem.
"He is the richest man in Jinghai. Isn't that amazing? Especially this guy..." Caoji paused, "This guy is narrow-minded and vindictive. In his early years, he used to sell wontons on the street and was often bullied. After he became rich, it is said that all the people who had offended him disappeared inexplicably."
Zheng Yubai frowned when he heard this. It was obvious that Yao Qian was a very stingy person. His only son died because of racing with Xue Bingyang, so how could he not vent his anger on Qiao and Xue? It seemed that this matter was not easy to resolve.
"I have to report this to my superiors. Yao Qian is a very powerful man. If they knew I was hiding here, I would be in trouble." Cao Ji muttered.
"Didn't they say it was absolutely safe?" Zheng Yubai asked curiously.
"We are only an E-class security apartment, with the lowest level of confidentiality and security. Guests have to undergo a security assessment when they check in to determine which level they will live in." Cao Ji said, "I think they want absolute security, so I think they need at least a D-class apartment."
Cao Ji went to report, and Zheng Yubai sat in the hall, his mind a mess but he couldn't sort it out.
At the same time, in a luxurious office on the top floor of a skyscraper not far away, Yao Qian, the richest man in Jinghai, put down the phone and slumped into a chair with a dull expression.
"Boss, what happened?" Two men, one tall and one short, stood beside him. One was his personal bodyguard and the other was his secretary. The one who asked was the secretary Murong Ping.
"Feng'er was in a car accident... and was killed..." Yao Qian murmured.
Murong Ping was startled and exchanged glances with his bodyguards, revealing a look of surprise. Yao Feng was known as the best driver in Jinghai, and his driving skills were very superb, but he actually died in a car accident, which was really beyond their expectations.
Yao Qian was trembling all over, tears streaming down his face. After a while, he suddenly said viciously, "The police said he was killed in a car accident while racing with someone else. The other car was a Maserati President, and the person has already escaped. You must immediately track down the whereabouts of this car. No matter how much it costs, you must find the person for me. No matter who he is, I want him to be buried with Feng'er!"
Murong Ping nodded and left the office with his bodyguard.
After dialing the police and asking for the number of the Maserati, Murong Ping handed the note with the number written on it to the tall man next to him.
"V, the boss is very angry, so we have to make this happen beautifully. I will offer a reward in both the black and white circles, and you will investigate in secret."
The man smiled in an unfathomable way: "Don't worry, I will ask other colleagues to help. With twenty-six of us, he will have nowhere to hide."
The sky was clear, and it was an evening with a beautiful sunset. People were rushing home after get off work. Everything seemed to be the same as usual. It was a peaceful and quiet day. But in a world that ordinary people could not touch, Jinghai was about to set off a huge storm because of a car accident. (To be continued)