Chapter 228: Chapter 228: Reckless
James Grant wore a terrifying expression, directly opened the car door, and got in.
Summer Monroe saw this and immediately pounded on the car window in discontent.
"James Grant! Where are you going? Are you listening to me? James Grant!"
The person inside remained motionless, started the car, and didn’t even glance at her.
Seeing that James Grant was about to drive away, Summer Monroe rushed in front of the car to block him.
"Stop the car!"
The person inside had eyes as cold and clear as an eagle in the night, haughtily aloof yet brimming with power.
Before he could hit the gas, a few masked men in black suddenly ran out in front of the car.
They rushed forward, forcefully covering Summer Monroe’s mouth, and directly dragged her away.
Summer Monroe struggled desperately in terror.
"Help me! James Grant!"
James Grant’s expression changed drastically, and a furious chill exploded from him.
He slammed the gas pedal, sped ahead in pursuit.
The group tied up Summer Monroe in the vehicle, binding her hands and feet, and covered her mouth with tape. She could only let out fearful whimpers, desperately kicking and struggling.
"Shut up! Yell again, and I’ll cut off your tongue!"
The man in black directly flashed a shiny knife, and Summer Monroe, terror-stricken, stiffened her body, not daring to make a sound.
The vehicle sped along the bustling streets, the sound of honking horns rose and fell.
James Grant’s car raced swiftly behind, relentlessly following.
The veins bulged on the back of his hand gripping the steering wheel; his spine was rigid with tension.
The air around him was heavy with hostility, and he fixated fiercely on the van ahead.
"What are you doing! Trying to get yourself killed!"
It raced by, nearly colliding with other cars, the tires skidding on the ground, leaving black streaks.
Through the rearview mirror, Summer Monroe saw James Grant’s car and trembled in fear.
"Damn! Is that guy crazy or what! So wild! He’s chased us for several blocks already!"
The men in black hadn’t expected the person behind to be pursuing them like a madman, and they panicked.
Up ahead was The Argent River Bridge, with the Argent River below, its depths unfathomable.
"Drive on it! I want to see how he’s going to chase us!"
The van suddenly accelerated wildly, and Summer Monroe closed her eyes in terror. The only sound around her was the howling wind.
James Grant watched as the van shot onto The Argent River Bridge, his thin lips curled, the murderous intent in his eyes so strong it was frightening.
He slammed the accelerator, rushing madly in pursuit, following them onto the bridge.
There were fewer vehicles on the bridge, and the two cars sped swiftly, stirring up clouds of smoke from the ground.
"Damn, he’s still chasing!"
The luxury car behind suddenly accelerated, overtaking the van.
With a sudden sharp brake, it came to a stop across the middle of the bridge.
The instant the exhaust dispersed, the window rolled down.
A wildly handsome face appeared, but it bore a bloodthirsty murderous intent and excitement.
The men in the van kept their speed, seemingly about to crash.
The car in front showed no signs of dodging, forcing the men in black to brake suddenly.
"Ah!"
In the nick of time, the van stopped a centimeter away from the luxury car.
The world seemed to fall silent; everyone’s heart skipped a terrified beat.
If the brakes hadn’t worked, crashing would mean sinking into the Argent River, with no way to climb out.
In the horrified gaze, a man opened the car door and got out.
At the moment he appeared, blood streamed down his forehead, staining his black eyes, nearly insane in his bloodthirsty ferocity that struck fear.
He charged forward, opened the van door, yanked the trembling man in black out, pulled Summer Monroe down, and tore off the tape over her mouth.
"James Grant..."
Summer Monroe was utterly terrified, her body trembling, looking at the blood flowing down his forehead in shock.