novelraw Chapter 919: Driving Skills
Chapter 919: Driving Skills
The group of over a dozen burly men in front of them had different skin tones, making it impossible to determine which faction they belonged to. However, one thing was certain: these men had not come with good intentions.
The windows of the two supercars were being hammered by these men with iron rods, signaling the three inside to exit the vehicles—though it wasn't so easy to shatter the supercars' windows.
Perhaps it felt like a crime to treat such luxury cars this way… but the sense of threat was growing stronger.
"Gan Hong, do you know which faction these people belong to?" Song Ying was not panicked at this moment.
As the representative of the Song family's legitimate business and a princess of the Song Dynasty, Song Ying had encountered even fiercer people. The Song family never had cowards—despite having only a few members.
"I’m not sure." Gan Hong quickly used the car's communication system to contact Song Ying inside the front supercar. "They shouldn’t be locals. No one here would dare to act against you… Just hold on for a moment; the guard squad should be arriving soon."
They would always be able to catch up to Miss Song Ying, who drove recklessly on the highway—in the training village of the Song family, there was a saying: being strong isn’t a skill; having superb driving skills, capable of chasing down a galloping supercar under complex road conditions, is true ability and qualifies one to be a guard of the Cold Residence.
This time, Gan Hong had indeed been careless. When Song Ying drove out, there were supposed to be at least three cars and a team of nine guards. However, knowing Song Ying's preferences and wanting to lift her mood, Gan Hong intentionally let the trailing guards drive slowly.
Unexpectedly, someone dared to provoke trouble right under their noses.
"Come out, girl! Come out!" On the winding mountain road, the group that had suddenly intercepted them grew impatient, their attacks on the two supercars becoming more intense.
"You’re waiting for someone to rescue you, right? Unfortunately, they won’t make it in time!"
This was probably the leader of the roadblockers, a man in his thirties with shoulder-length hair and a yellowish complexion, speaking in a not-so-fluent local dialect.
Song Ying frowned, but just then, a series of loud explosions suddenly echoed from below the mountain road, sounding like detonations.
From afar, flames could be seen shooting up from the winding road below.
"It’s the guard squad’s vehicles… Are these guys working with a plan?" Song Ying's expression changed slightly, realizing these men were not the foolish type who randomly blocked the road to rob, but rather organized and premeditated in their ambush.
They knew who she was; they even knew about the Song family's influence here… yet they still dared to intercept her.
Someone was orchestrating this from behind… and those giving orders likely weren’t afraid of retaliation from the Song family.
Enemies… or rivals?
"Not coming out, huh?" The man with the shoulder-length hair sneered and picked up a wooden stick wrapped in rag, doused with gasoline, and made a torch right there on the spot. Others started splashing gasoline on the two supercars!
"I want to see if you’ll come out or not!" The man with shoulder-length hair laughed coldly.
At this moment, Luo Qiu lightly frowned, his thumb and index finger gently touching together… He didn’t need any special conditions to activate his ability; snapping his fingers was merely a personal habit, like a form of self-suggestion.
"Brace yourselves!" But Song Ying urgently said, "What kind of international joke is this? Just some small-time thugs appearing out of nowhere thinking they can catch me? They’re hundreds of years too early!"
In that instant, Song Ying directly started the supercar’s engine. Luo Qiu blinked… he seemed to have a guess about what Song Ying intended to do!
In reverse, full throttle; with a loud bang, she rammed her expensive supercar directly into the cars blocking the road!
Boom—!!
Reverse—bang—1st gear, hit the gas—bang—!!
"I’m so annoyed!!!!" Song Ying’s fingers flew over the shift paddles, grumbling angrily, "Working overtime every day is so frustrating!!! Finally getting out to release some stress by racing! I’m so annoyed!! You can all go die, you little punks!!!"
The Hennessey Venom at this moment was battered but performing excellently—under Song Ying’s madness, it brutally shoved aside several blocking vehicles. When there was enough space for it to escape, it shot off like a rocket!
With a terrifying acceleration of zero to a hundred in just 2.4 seconds, the Hennessey Venom was already far ahead.
The burly men stared dumbfounded at the Venom that had just broken through their blockade, suddenly jolting awake. The leader with shoulder-length hair yelled, "What are you staring at? Chase her!!"
But before they could react, a loud screeching sound came from ahead as the speeding Venom executed a drift turn right on the road.
The headlights shone brightly, the roar of the engine and the blast from the exhaust filled the air at that moment.
Song Ying licked her lips, her face showing a wild expression as she almost roared, "I’ve been playing bumper cars since elementary school; I’ve never backed down!! Come on, let’s bump each other!!"
Boom—!!!
The Hennessey Venom now sped wildly again towards the three cars and the dozen men. Seeing that Song Ying had no intention of hitting the brakes, but rather was accelerating madly, Luo Qiu’s fingers relaxed.
Hmm… It feels like Song Ying’s character is collapsing somewhere.
"F*CK!" The man with shoulder-length hair saw this and disregarded any concern about causing harm. He pulled out a gun and started shooting directly!
Bang, bang, bang—!!
The bullets struck the windshield of the Hennessey Venom, cracking it, but Song Ying laughed joyfully.
"This woman… is insane! Run!!!"
Bang!
One burly man couldn’t dodge in time and was clipped by the Venom, flying off the road and tumbling several meters before landing with a cry of agony.
Song Ying clearly had no intention of stopping. She operated the steering wheel and shift paddles with lightning speed, treating the Hennessey Venom like a bumper car.
Seeing this scene, Gan Hong sighed helplessly, took a gun and magazine from the storage box, opened the door of the Alfa Romeo, rolled out, and quickly kneeled to shoot.
Gan Hong’s bullets were far more effective than Song Ying’s reckless attacks. These men were already terrified by Song Ying’s reckless driving, and now they were thrown into disarray. Gan Hong easily picked off several of them.
"Damn…" Watching as over a dozen men were easily subdued by two women, the man with shoulder-length hair felt ruthless. He lit a lighter, looked at the gasoline can on the ground, gritted his teeth, and intended to ignite it!
"You better not do that."
But in that moment, the man with shoulder-length hair heard Gan Hong’s cold warning, feeling the hard object pressed against the back of his head—undoubtedly the muzzle of a gun!
"Don’t!" At this point, the man immediately threw the lighter to the ground and raised both hands to signal his surrender.
Gan Hong snorted coldly, kicked the man with shoulder-length hair in the knee, bringing him down to the ground while swiftly subduing him by grabbing his shoulder.
Bang—!
The Hennessy Venom finally crashed into the front of the black sedan. The front of this supercar was completely deformed, and Song Ying was gasping for breath, her hands still tightly gripping the steering wheel.
She turned her head, panting, and looked at Luo Qiu, who was silently staring at her. She huffed, “What? Never seen a woman drive before?!”
What a pity... this supercar seems like it has only been driven once?
Luo Qiu glanced at the "accident" scene and suddenly said softly, "If you want to drive bumper cars next time, you might as well go to an amusement park."
“Mind your own business!” Song Ying coldly snorted, kicking the car door open and stepping out.
On the ground lay a gun dropped by the gangsters after the crash. Song Ying casually picked it up, loaded it, and walked right up to the man with medium-length hair, sticking the gun's barrel into his mouth. “Who sent you? You've got some guts!”
The medium-length hair man, who seemed fierce at first, didn't show the toughness she expected. As the hard barrel struck his teeth, he began to tremble all over.
“I’ll talk, I’ll talk! Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!” he pleaded desperately.
Song Ying glanced at Gan Hong, who nodded without hesitation and dislocated the man's wrists. He couldn't help but scream in agony.
Luo Qiu found it amusing as he observed Song Ying and Gan Hong... just a look, and it was clear these two had a great rapport.
Through questioning the medium-length hair man, they discovered that someone had paid them to intercept and kidnap Song Ying on this road.
All the weapons and the explosives set up to destroy the convoy of bodyguards were also provided by this unknown buyer. They had actually been lurking nearby for some time, just waiting for a Hennessy Venom to appear.
However, they didn't know the identity of their employer and hadn’t asked too many questions—only that if they successfully completed the kidnapping, they would be rewarded handsomely.
Moreover, as Gan Hong had suspected, this gang was not local but had come from outside.
Suddenly, Gan Hong's phone rang. After answering, she quickly looked at Song Ying and said, “Miss Ying, the bodyguard team is fine. They jumped out of the cars successfully; a few got hurt but nothing serious. It was just a false alarm.”
“I know who did it,” Song Ying coldly snorted, clearly displeased. “It must be that dead woman! She must be hoping to retaliate in the same way!”
“The third young lady of the Zhong family?” Gan Hong frowned. “But intelligence indicates that some people from the Zhong family came and were picked up by Zhong Luoyue two days ago... Is that possible?”
Song Ying coldly replied, “If it’s not, wouldn’t asking reveal the truth?”
Asking?
Luo Qiu was taken aback as he watched Song Ying pick up the phone. After a few beeps, the call connected, and he heard Song Ying say angrily, “Hypocritical jerk, please find someone professional next time you want to mess with me... I knew it was you! Don’t let me see you again! You nasty woman!”
Seeing Song Ying’s furious expression, Luo Qiu wasn't surprised that the one behind this highway ambush was Zhong Luoyue; instead, he was curious about the relationship between Song Ying and Zhong Luoyue... so they could directly call each other?
Though he didn’t know what Zhong Luoyue had said to Song Ying, it seemed she hadn’t taken it lightly.
Well... children of noble families must also have their share of untold hardships, right?
Luo Qiu shook his head; this was just a false alarm... to be more precise, it was merely a spat between two wealthy women with superpowers.
“By the way, how are we getting back?” Gan Hong was the first to raise the question.
This was something she needed to consider—since the bodyguards' convoy had been destroyed, and Song Ying's Hennessy Venom was completely wrecked due to her “bumper car” skills, the only car that could still function was the Alfa Romeo.
But that was a two-seater sports car with no consideration for backseat space. How were three people supposed to fit in two seats? Or should they wait here for someone from the Song family to pick them up?
“Absolutely not! We can’t let the family know about this!” Song Ying suddenly became anxious.
Luo Qiu looked over in confusion as Song Ying stammered, “Grandpa... he doesn’t know what method I used to intercept Zhong Luoyue... there are some unspoken rules between noble families... In short, this matter must not leak out!”
“Then... I’ll drive, and Miss Ying, you and Young Master Qiu can squeeze together,” Gan Hong suggested after some thought.
Song Ying cried out, “Absolutely not! Who wants to squeeze with this poker face?!”
Gan Hong had no choice but to say, “Then Miss Ying can drive, and I’ll squeeze with Young Master.”
“Isn’t that giving him an advantage?” Song Ying huffed, refusing to agree—Gan Hong would never leave Luo Qiu’s side, so the two were bound together.
If Song Ying were to leave alone, she wouldn't feel safe leaving Luo Qiu and Gan Hong on this mountain road... but leaving these two to drive away while she stayed behind made her feel abandoned, even though there were bodyguards escaping the crash behind them.
“We can’t just walk back, can we, Miss Ying?” Gan Hong shook her head. “It’s likely we can’t even call a taxi right now... Right, Miss Ying, you’d better give these bodyguards a gag order.”
Song Ying remained calm, “Don’t worry about this. Their report will go through Uncle Wu first. He’ll help me keep it from Grandpa... but I must appear in front of Uncle Wu safe and sound as soon as possible.”
So why is she so familiar with this... it seems the Song family isn't easy to deal with either.
“Actually, I can drive,” Luo Qiu proposed as a compromise.
Oh, while it’s a pity about the Hennessy Venom, the Alfa Romeo doesn’t seem bad either... this would be Luo Qiu’s second time driving a supercar.
So, in the narrow passenger seat, Gan Hong and Song Ying ended up sitting together.
Luo Qiu began to drive slowly.
Suddenly, the Alfa Romeo erupted with a massive burst of flames, followed by a loud explosion, and the car flipped over, plummeting into the cliff by the roadside...