Return of the King, Dominating the City

79: Chapter 78: The Female Driver is Behind the Wheel 79: Chapter 78: The Female Driver is Behind the Wheel “Fucking hell, this time I’m gonna teach you bastards a lesson,” Song Yun gripped his gun and said.

The distance between the two vehicles was closing in, Qingluan, the chick, seemed fearless, pressing the pedal to the metal, charging forward without a care in the world.

“We’re about to crash, you better come up with something quick, or we’re both dead today,” Qingluan spoke with a casual tone.

Song Yun patted Qingluan on the shoulder and said, “No worries, before we die, we’ll take them down with us.”

“Shit, Brother Eagle, something’s not right here, I called Bald just now and he didn’t pick up, and the one coming at us now is the target,” the driver in the jeep noticed something was seriously wrong and slowed down a bit to speak to the boss.

“Didn’t Bald just say he had control over the two targets?

He even said everything was fine and told us to hurry over for backup, what the hell is happening now?” The person known as Brother Eagle, a man in his thirties with a vicious look in his eyes, spoke coldly, “Keep calling Bald until he answers.”

“Boss, still no answer.

I’m afraid Bald is more dead than alive,” the driver cursed.

“Fucking hell, there’s a problem for sure.

That bastard Bald underestimated those two hostages and got capsized in the gutter,” said Brother Eagle, instructing the jeep driver to speed up again, he rolled down the window, propped his handgun outside, and aimed at the approaching Phaeton while shouting, “Stop the car now, or I’ll start shooting.”

“If he’s really that good a shot and hits our tires, we’ll be sent flying,” Qingluan remarked.

“Let’s see who hits whose tires first,” Song Yun shrugged and replied.

“Then you better aim well.

I’m still a pure maiden, and if you screw up, I won’t let you off even in Hell,” Qingluan said brashly.

The two vehicles accelerated towards each other, closing the distance rapidly, Brother Eagle frowned and shouted as the car charged toward him, “Stop the goddamn car, or don’t blame me for being rough.” As he finished speaking, Brother Eagle fired a shot at the oncoming jeep’s hood.

“Accelerate, I’m going all in today to see who’s tougher,” Song Yun said coldly.

Without hesitation, Qingluan floored the gas pedal.

At this critical moment, any hesitation could lead to failure the next second, and as someone who’d been through struggles and fights for over a decade, Qingluan surely understood this.

Besides, the person beside her would accompany her no matter what.

If they were to die, then they’d die together—at least they wouldn’t be lonely on the road to Yellow Springs.

In a nutshell, as long as it wasn’t lonely, it was alright.

Bang!

Another bullet fired, hitting heavily on the left side mirror.

This shot was no longer just a warning, but the shooter missed his mark, the bullet intended for Qingluan instead straying and hitting the mirror.

Bang!

Immediately after, another bullet, this one more powerful than the last, pierced through the glass and whizzed past Song Yun’s face, embedding itself into the backrest.

Song Yun touched the graze on his face from the bullet and sneered, “He’s close to death.”

At this point, the distance between the vehicles was less than fifty meters.

Song Yun stood up from his seat, opened the sunroof, and protruded his upper body out of the vehicle.

At thirty meters, Song Yun had the grim-looking jeep driver in his sights.

Twenty meters.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Just as the two vehicles were about to collide the next second, Song Yun pulled the trigger.

The oncoming jeep suddenly swerved and rolled to the side, its front veering toward a tree and crashing hard.

Then came the explosion, waves of searing heat engulfing the surroundings, even Qingluan inside the car felt the air around her suddenly heat up at that moment.

Song Yun got down from the sunroof and sat back in the passenger seat, laughing, “How’s my shooting just now?”

“Not bad, I guess.

Passable,” Qingluan said dismissively.

“Let’s stop the car now.

If you keep driving, you’re going to crash into the green belt,” Song Yun sniffed.

Two seconds later, and there was no sign of Qingluan slowing down.

Song Yun repeated his warning, and after a few more seconds, Qingluan, looking a bit embarrassed, said, “That’s the brake.”

Song Yun felt the sky falling on him.

Wasn’t this chick bragging about being able to drive?

Now she didn’t even know where the brake was.

“Don’t joke with me, Qingluan.

You said you could drive, right?” Song Yun laughed dryly.

“Of course, I can drive.

I’m over level 100 in QQ Speed,” Qingluan boasted proudly, chin up.

Boast about what?

QQ Speed is a game, dammit, no matter how badass you are in the game, not knowing where the brake is can kill someone in real life, Song Yun felt utterly conned, his whole body a wreck.

He hadn’t been killed by a bomb, a bullet, or decapitated, yet this little chick, Qingluan, was about to royally screw him over with her driving.

“If it comes to it, let’s just jump out of the car.

We definitely won’t die,” Qingluan declared confidently.

“Sister, we’re going 150 mph.

Sure, given our physical condition, we’re not going to die from a crash, but we’ll be half-dead,” Song Yun said, tears in his eyes, and as they were less than ten meters away from the green belt, he suddenly shouted, “Step on the clutch!”

Screeeeeech!

The car stopped just one meter away from the green belt.

Song Yun slowly opened his eyes, relieved to find he wasn’t flung out and thought, women drivers truly are the scariest creatures in the world.

He swore he’d never let a woman drive again; it was too damn scary.

If he hadn’t thought quickly and yelled to step on the clutch, and Qingluan coincidentally stepped on the brake instead, he would most likely be disfigured by now.

A shivering Song Yun patted Qingluan’s shoulder and whispered, “Sis, let’s switch places.

I can’t dare to ride with you ever again.”

Qingluan, who had been quite excited because her bold and daring driving managed such an extreme stop, felt down when she heard Song Yun’s downer talk, “I did step on the brakes just now, and look, we’re both fine, aren’t we?”

“But I fucking told you to press the clutch,” Song Yun yelled, this chick was too dangerous, going for life when others wanted money.