Chapter 384: Chapter 384
Ji Wei turned her head, gazing into his deep yet powerfully calm eyes, and nodded firmly.
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Ji Wei steadied her nerves, noticing the black sedan behind them still relentlessly in pursuit. She slammed the gas pedal, pushing the speed to its limit.
A large truck drove down the road, suddenly veering onto a small path.
Just as Ji Wei was about to follow, a black sedan suddenly closed in on them, and the black-clad passenger in the front seat raised a handgun and fired at her.
Ji Wei was startled and quickly ducked to avoid the shot. The bullet narrowly missed her, shattering the glass window on the other side.
The SUV skidded out of control toward the railing on the side, but fortunately, Mo Qian quickly steadied the steering wheel in time.
Even so, the car still slammed into the vehicle in front.
Immediately afterward, another car rear-ended them. The crash happened so abruptly that four or five cars piled up in a chain collision, instantly causing a massive traffic jam.
The black-clad pursuers’ car was caught in the chaos, unable to go forward or back.
The vehicles behind honked incessantly, completely unaware of what had happened up front.
Yamamoto Yu’s men, realizing the SUV was pinned and unable to move, simply exited their vehicles, guns in hand, and approached.
The driver of the first car, who had initially planned to argue over the damage from the crash, froze at the sight and quickly retreated into his vehicle.
"Good heavens, this is a gang shootout!"
Who had time to worry about car damage? He stomped the gas and sped off to save his life!
With nothing blocking their way up front, the SUV seized the opportunity and roared ahead. The black-clad pursuers fired at the vehicle, but their bullets had little effect. They quickly returned to their car to turn around and give chase again, only to find the SUV had already sped far ahead.
It wasn’t until the SUV’s speed stabilized that Ji Wei’s nerves calmed slightly. She glanced at the man still in control of the steering wheel and said, "Mo Qian, let me handle it now."
"Alright." Mo Qian didn’t argue and returned to his seat.
In grabbing the steering wheel during the emergency, he had inadvertently strained his abdominal injury, and now his face was several shades paler, his brows furrowed slightly.
Ji Wei didn’t need to ask; she could tell he was enduring the pain. Her heart ached for him as she looked over. "Mo Qian, are you alright?"
"Don’t worry." The man curved his lips into a faint smile. "I’ll call Old Xi."
Mo Qian pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number.
Xi Nanfeng gave him their coordinates, and Mo Qian asked a few more questions about Ye Cheng’s situation. In the back seat, Zimei had been silently listening the whole time. Upon learning Ye Cheng was temporarily safe, she finally exhaled a breath of relief.
Mo Qian pulled up the navigation system and placed it in front of Ji Wei. "Let’s drive here."
In the woods, Ye Cheng knelt on a charred patch of ground, his expression solemn as he carefully scooped gray ash into a white container.
A few hours earlier, he had found A Cheng’s corpse here.
Yamamoto Yu’s men had anticipated he’d come looking for A Cheng, laying in wait to ambush him. The moment Ye Cheng appeared, they captured him.
But before being taken away, Ye Cheng seized an opportunity and ignited his lighter, tossing it toward A Cheng. Yamamoto’s group, who had originally planned to take A Cheng’s body, relinquished the idea upon seeing the lifeless remains engulfed in flames.
Xi Nanfeng leaned against a tree trunk, hands in his pockets, silently watching his brother hold onto the ashes. For once, he didn’t utter a single word.
He quietly waited for Ye Cheng to finish everything before walking over and saying to him, "Old Mo and the others are on their way."