Chapter 430 - 420: The Mutinous Driver!
Their parents’ dedicated driver had turned traitor? Their parents had been kidnapped?
On a secluded path in the dormitory garden area, listening to Ye Jizu’s panicked voice on the phone, a terrifying killing intent surged from Qin Fan endlessly.
"When did it happen?" His voice, as chilling as a Shura’s and cold enough to suffocate, echoed through the phone.
On the other end of the line, Ye Jizu couldn’t help but shiver. "It must have, it must have happened last night! After Director Qin and Madam Qin left the Group last night, they never showed up again! I-I felt something was wrong, so I called them! I never thought they wouldn’t answer. Later, I checked the traffic surveillance and found that the driver didn’t take them back to No.1 Villa. Instead, he drove toward the highway! I tried calling the driver, but his phone was off! I had people look for his family, but they’ve all vanished as if they’d evaporated from the face of the earth! So, he must have betrayed them and kidnapped them! Mr. Qin, what... what do we do?" Ye Jizu sounded as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, on the verge of tears.
"Gather all your men immediately! Await my order to annihilate his clan to the ninth degree!" With that cold, emotionless command, Qin Fan hung up the phone. He immediately focused, relying on the rings and bracelets his parents wore to sense the location of their Qi Mechanism.
「At the same time.」
In an SUV speeding toward Chongming in Shanghai, a man and a woman were bound and gagged in the back seat. Their mouths were sealed with duct tape, and their hands and feet were tied with nylon rope. They struggled incessantly, their faces masks of pure fear and panic.
"Director Qin, Madam Qin, save your energy. You can’t break free," the man in the driver’s seat said, his expression complex as he gritted his teeth and glanced in the rearview mirror. "I know you want to ask why, right? Believe me, if there were any other way, I wouldn’t do this. You’ve always treated me well. But what good is that? In this world, a man has to climb higher.
"Someone offered me three hundred million to abduct you. Three hundred million! Do you have any idea what that means? I admit it, I couldn’t resist. Once I hand you over, my whole family can take that money, go far away, and enjoy life. So don’t blame me. It’s not just me; anyone would give in to that kind of temptation. How much do you pay me to be your driver? Thirty thousand a month! That’s 360,000 a year, 3,600,000 in ten years, and only 36,000,000 in a hundred! How long would I have to work to live like a billionaire? So really, don’t blame me. Betrayal is just human nature in a situation like this. Besides, they’re probably after Spirit Water No. 1. If you just cooperate, I’m sure they’ll let you go."
Hearing this, Qin Chu and Wei Shuying stopped struggling, their terror giving way to waves of absolute despair.
Three hundred million! To use three hundred million to bribe our driver... The intentions of their enemy couldn’t be clearer.
"There, you see? Director Qin, Madam Qin, just behave and stop wasting your energy. You’ll never break these ropes. And don’t hope for anyone from Jiangzhou to rescue you. I’ve been following their instructions on the highway, switching cars at every service area. I’ve lost count of how many I’ve driven, and I’m numb to the license plates by now. But we’re almost there. We’re about to reach the port in Chongming District for the handover. They’ll untie you there. Just be good and wait a little longer."
As he spoke, the man floored the accelerator, weaving recklessly through the streets of Shanghai. No one in Jiangzhou could have guessed that Director Qin and Madam Qin were already in Shanghai; back there, a massive, dragnet search was still underway. After he finished speaking, a flicker of guilt crossed the driver’s eyes, only to be immediately consumed by an endless, manic greed.
Indeed. Faced with three hundred million, what guilt could a mere driver feel? In this materialistic and fickle age, money is supreme. People will do the most depraved things for money. All he had to do was kidnap two people for a three-hundred-million reward; the very thought made the madness inside him erupt.
After leaving the bustling city center, the GPS announced only 23.7 kilometers remaining to the destination. The driver fell silent, his expression growing solemn. The closer he got, the more an inexplicable nervousness and unease began to brew inside him, a premonition that something was about to go wrong. He had no idea where the feeling came from. As his anxiety intensified, he wiped a hand across his face. Over the final twenty-odd kilometers, his unease grew so much that he failed to notice the speedometer had already climbed to 140 km/h.
WHOOSH!
Suddenly, a figure blurred across the sparsely trafficked road, then came to a dead stop dozens of meters ahead of the SUV.
Seeing the figure halt abruptly, the driver frantically slammed on the horn. "HONK! HONK! HONK!" he bellowed. "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! GET OUT OF THE WAY!"
But no matter how he screamed, the figure, its back to the SUV, didn’t move an inch. At over 140 km/h, the dozens of meters between them vanished in the blink of an eye. Just as the driver’s face turned white with terror, his hands frozen on the wheel an instant before impact, the figure suddenly spun around. With a sweep of its arm, it slapped the hood of the SUV.
BOOM!
The hood crumpled with a deafening bang, the entire front of the vehicle caving in. The SUV ground to a halt, stopped dead by the figure’s hand, unable to move forward another inch. No matter how hard the driver stomped on the accelerator, the SUV wouldn’t budge. The engine only roared in protest, spewing exhaust from its tailpipe.
Looking at the face outside the windshield—somewhat familiar, yet hard to place—the driver completely panicked. He finally understood the source of his earlier premonition.
"Monster! Monster!"
Inside the car, the man kept stomping on the accelerator, his bloodless face trembling with fear. The needle on the speedometer climbed to 180 km/h, but the SUV remained utterly immobile.
A single palm... stopping a car going 180 km/h. What is this if not a monster?
Amidst the driver’s terrified screams, the struggles in the back seat resumed with renewed ferocity. Tears burst from the eyes of Qin Chu and Wei Shuying. Muffled, anguished sobs escaped their taped mouths as they stared at the face outside—a face so familiar it made their hearts ache.
In an instant, their own faces were streaked with tears.