Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Qin Xianfei turned her head, her face pale, dazedly nodding.

"Damn it, bad luck always works out, how did this happen!"

Yang Fei's heart nearly jumped out of his chest in fright.

"You silly woman, why get angry for no reason? If you want to die, we should at least get a room before that."

Qin Xianfei was infuriated by this guy's nonsense in such a critical moment.

"Shut up, being able to die with this beauty is your good fortune."

Yang Fei scoffed.

"If I'm going to die, it should be on your belly. That's way more classy."

"Ugh, you wretched rogue! Say one more word, and I'll die with you."

Qin Xianfei's driving skills were quite good, bantering with Yang Fei while rapidly spinning the steering wheel.

She narrowly avoided one car after another, the tires screeching loudly as they swung.

But Yang Fei and Qin Xianfei were well aware.

No matter how skillful Qin Xianfei was, at over 180 kilometers per hour, a crash was nearly unavoidable; it was just a matter of time.

Even worse, the overpass was on a long downhill slope, and instead of slowing down, the car was speeding up.

The speed had reached a nerve-wracking 200 kilometers per hour.

Wen Xiaoxiao screamed in terror.

"Brother Fang, I don't want to die, think of something, please."

The young girl clung tightly to Yang Fei's waist, pressing herself close against him.

She was like a drowning person grasping for the last straw.

Suddenly, two large trucks appeared ahead, occupying both lanes side by side.

Qin Xianfei had no way to avoid them and could only watch as the Maybach's nose crashed toward the rear of the truck on the left.

Qin Xianfei felt her heart almost jump out of her chest, her mind nearly frozen, and her whole body felt as if enchanted.

She just stared wide-eyed at the car crashing ahead.

At that moment, Yang Fei reached out from the backseat, turning the steering wheel swiftly 120 degrees before quickly righting it.

A massive inertia, with a sudden sharp turn, forced the car to tilt toward the right side.

But just as the car was about to flip over, Yang Fei corrected the direction.

A miracle was born, as the entire Maybach, in a half-tilted yet not completely overturned position, sped through the gap between the two trucks on its right wheels.

The metal parts on the car side scraped the ground, sending up a shower of sparks.

Amid Wen Xiaoxiao and Qin Xianfei's shrill screams.

After about 200 meters, the car's right wheels landed with a thud, wobbling twice before speeding ahead again.

The Maybach's windows shattered into a thousand pieces, the left front headlight broke, and the body sustained major damage.

But despite everything, under Yang Fei's incredible maneuvering, the Maybach narrowly avoided a fatal crash.

Qin Xianfei on the driver's seat, screamed with her eyes closed, deathly fear stripping her of any logic.

Yang Fei in the backseat steadily handled the wheel, lightly patting her shoulder.

"Stop screaming, you're wailing like a slaughtered pig, it's grating."

His warm touch brought Qin Xianfei back to her senses.

She opened her eyes, staring in disbelief.

"We actually made it, we're not dead?"

Wen Xiaoxiao awakened from her shock, crying with joy.

"We're safe, that's amazing, hooray for Brother Fang!"

Yang Fei chuckled wryly: "We're not out of danger yet, hold the hoorays."

He smoothly maneuvered the wheel, glancing at the prominent part of Qin Xianfei's figure, smiling wryly again.

"Madam Principal, could you move aside from the driver's seat? You're blocking my view."

Facing death, Qin Xianfei couldn't bother with such details, but hearing Yang Fei's words, she blushed.

It turned out she was leaning forward anxiously, her chest pressed against the wheel.

This indeed posed a challenge for Yang Fei's driving.

Qin Xianfei undid her seatbelt, swiftly moving to the passenger seat.

Yang Fei shifted his body to the driver's seat, taking full control of the wildly racing Maybach.

By now, the down slope of the overpass reached its end, with the speed over 210 kilometers per hour.

At this lightning speed, Yang Fei's driving seemed seamless, always navigating past vehicles with thrilling precision.

Most drivers had noticed the wildly careening car.

They honked and got out of the way, unwittingly aiding Yang Fei.

Far behind the Maybach, a Lincoln followed at a distance.

The passenger seat was occupied by the sinister-looking Zong Qingzhi, while the backseat held Li Yuanhe, Huang Mingquan, and Chen Haisheng, three sect leaders.

Zong Qingzhi, with a grim face, egged on the driver.

"Catch up; I want to witness this brat die."

Li Yuanhe also radiated malice.

"Zhang Yao is incapacitated, Barbaric Arhat is finished, the detention center's hierarchy reshuffled, my years of effort wasted, that brat must not escape."

Chen Haisheng wore an entirely smug look.

"Going up against this monster isn't just about playing dirty, you've got to use your brain."

"At Sea Gate, if nothing else, we have plenty of freight trucks. Once past this junction, let's see how they survive!"

Huang Mingquan grinned darkly.

"Great, Yama Gate's people are also ready, waiting to finish them off."

All at once, the four sly foxes laughed, with Zong Qingzhi being especially glacial.

"If possible, I'd like that guy not to die yet. I want him to suffer unimaginable torment before death."

Li Yuanhe, familiar with the inside story, sighed: "How's Young Master Zong holding up?"

Zong Qingzhi's eyes blazed hearing those words.

"How else? That brat Fang Zhao dealt him a sinister blow, his internal organs are all ruined."

"In the past two days, his insides have started to rot and fester, bleeding down below, vomiting blood above, he's not going to make it."

Huang Mingquan slyly comforted Zong Qingzhi.

"Don't grieve, Sect Leader Zong; today we'll give this brat instant karma."

Zong Qingzhi looked desolate, eyes full of intense hatred.

"Not hiding anything, my grandson was my only hope."

"Now Yang Fei has ruined that, I'm prepared for the worst, and I'll drag him to hell with me, no less."

He let out a grim laugh.

"So, no matter the outcome today, good or bad, I'll take responsibility, let's go all out."

He said this, bowing his fists to everyone.

The other three sect leaders were also fired up by Zong Qingzhi's fighting spirit, and reciprocated the gesture.

At this moment, Yang Fei's car reached a junction.

Once past this junction, it was a series of uphill slopes, naturally slowing the car down.

With the Maybach's excellent safety features, as long as the speed stayed under a hundred, even a crash wouldn't pose much danger.

Familiar with the terrain, Qin Xianfei let out a long sigh of relief, collapsing as cold sweat soaked her.

Wen Xiaoxiao slowly uncovered her eyes, relieved.

But just then, a large truck from the left junction veered out crazily.

The truck's nose headed straight towards the Maybach.

Simultaneously, two trucks ahead swung sharply towards the center, blocking the Maybach's path.