Although the fatal danger was successfully avoided, the distance was once again widened.
But Chen Fan was not in a hurry and instead slowed down slightly, maintaining a speed of just over 100 yards.
It was difficult to say whether the chain of trucks earlier was a coincidence or intentional. The road back was still long, and Chen Fan wanted to see what other tricks Ye Sihai had in store.
As it turned out, he was not too disappointed. Three minutes later, at a T-junction, as Chen Fan approached, a pickup truck suddenly rushed out from a side road.
It was difficult to detect such a rush from the cover.
But Chen Fan, controlling the steering wheel as if it were a part of his own body, swung the Porsche 918 in an arc and shot through a few seconds ahead.
The pickup truck turned and drove in the same direction as Chen Fan.
A minute later, two oncoming SUVs seemed to lose control, crossing the line one after another to crash into him.
Chen Fan's god-like driving skills were on full display. He swerved left, then back into the right lane, narrowly avoiding them with a drift, and sped away.
"How despicable!"
At this point, Wei Bingying also realized that these were all dirty tricks and angrily exclaimed, "That Ye Sihai, his driving skills seem good, but who would have thought he'd be so dirty!"
The first time might have been a coincidence, but when such deliberate targeting occurred again and again, even a fool would know it was no accident.
In this regard, Ye Sihai was indeed a member of the Brotherhood, and he was using the name Ye Sihai to lure Chen Fan into a trap, intending to eliminate a future threat.
Three minutes later, a Porsche Cayenne was speeding ahead.
As Chen Fan overtook it, the Cayenne's window rolled down, and a rough-looking man with gray stubble looked at the Porsche 918 and suddenly raised his left hand.
A dark gun was pointed at Chen Fan's car.
"Be careful!"
Wei Bingying cried out.
After this series of unexpected events, she was already highly on edge, remaining vigilant at any overtaking or intersection.
Chen Fan glanced out of the corner of his eye, and the steering wheel wiggled a few times.
Because the car window was closed, the gunshot could not be heard, but a flash of muzzle fire could still be seen.
A part of the car body vibrated.
Wei Bingying cowered, her face pale.
Chen Fan reached out and pressed Wei Bingying's head down, making her crouch, while he himself seemed unconcerned. He floored the accelerator and easily shook off the Cayenne.
However, he could still feel that the person was still firing at them.
But reality was not a movie; at high speeds, it was not easy to hit a target with a gunshot.
A dozen seconds later, Chen Fan had completely outrun the Cayenne.
"What do they want? Despicable, shameless!" Wei Bingying raised her head and said through gritted teeth, "This is too lawless."
Chen Fan smiled and said, "Be careful. If I'm not mistaken, this is just the beginning!"
He drove through another intersection and suddenly turned his head to look.
At the intersection, after he had passed, a convoy of over a dozen cars suddenly drove out and followed him.
The intent of this trap was becoming increasingly obvious.
However, Chen Fan found it hard to understand why Ye Sihai didn't simply block the road ahead and surround him from behind, which would have been more direct and convenient.
Just like the encounter outside the pass, the Brotherhood deployed heavy weaponry without restraint.
The capital region was different; the Brotherhood dared not be so brazen, but blocking the road was still feasible.
After several more crises, Chen Fan had reached the outskirts of Yangye Town.
"Tian Jiao, don't go to the Ye Clan Ancestral Hall. Turn left ahead, leave Yangye Town, and the Jingjin Expressway is seven or eight miles away!"
Wei Bingying said, anxiously monitoring the pursuers behind them.
Chen Fan smiled and asked, "Why not go to the Ye Clan Ancestral Hall?"
"That's too dangerous. Ye Sihai and the others clearly want you dead," Wei Bingying replied.
Chen Fan said, "I know, and that's what I want to see. However, it will be dangerous for you. I'll find a deserted place ahead to drop you off. Be careful!"
Wei Bingying was stunned and immediately shook her head, "That won't do. I'm not getting out."
"I might not be able to protect you completely," Chen Fan said.
Wei Bingying looked at Chen Fan's profile with anxiety and said, "Since you insist on going to the Ye Clan Ancestral Hall, I'll accompany you. If there's danger, there's danger."
Chen Fan was a little surprised, nodded, and said no more.
At the intersection ahead, just as Chen Fan passed, two professional race cars emerged from either side, accelerating rapidly and matching Chen Fan's speed.
They were the Aston Martin and the GTR from before.
The windows of the two cars rolled down. The driver of the Aston Martin was a hot-blooded blonde woman. She turned to look at Chen Fan, smiled, and even blew him a kiss.
In the other car was a person from Aolai Kingdom, wearing an expression of disdain.
This time, they did not intend to block Chen Fan's path. Instead, they fell half a car length behind, as if escorting Chen Fan's car.
As they reached a narrow section, the two cars slowed down and fell behind, showing no intention of blocking Chen Fan at all.
A few minutes later, after rounding a town, Chen Fan followed the map into a small road. After passing a few dilapidated houses, they arrived at an open space.
At the end of the open space stood an ancestral hall, its facade weathered by time, revealing a mottled, ancient appearance.
In front of the ancestral hall, a fiery red Ford Mustang was parked. A man stood there, watching the approaching Porsche 918 with a cold gaze.
That man was Ye Sihai himself.
Seeing the scene, Wei Bingying was taken aback and asked, "What does this guy mean?"
Chen Fan slammed on the brakes just as he was about to crash into him.
Ye Sihai stood there, his face expressionless, making no move to evade, clearly confident that Chen Fan would not hit him, or that it wouldn't matter if he did.
Stopping the car, Chen Fan opened the door and got out.
A series of roars filled the air as the Aston Martin and GTR sped in, followed by a Ferrari LaFerrari and a Lotus supercar.
Then, twenty to thirty cars followed, including the Porsche Cayenne, the pickup truck, and various SUVs. It was a spectacular sight.
Chen Fan retracted his gaze and asked, "What's the meaning of this?"
"Chen Tian Jiao, your driving skills are indeed extraordinary, but you should know that I didn't seek you out to race with you."
Ye Sihai said.
Chen Fan looked at the dilapidated ancestral hall and said indifferently, "To lure me here? And then try to kill me?"
"What do you think?"
Ye Sihai smiled wryly, his face full of mockery and amusement.
"Ye Sihai, you are too shameless, too despicable," Wei Bingying also got out of the car, angrily shouting, "Do you really think there's no law? You dare to use such dirty methods to try and kill someone, and you call yourself a racer?"
"Miss Wei, I apologize for involving you."
Ye Sihai shrugged and said, "But if you and Chen Tian Jiao walk together, and you perish, it would be a perfectly normal thing. This person carries more trouble than your entire circle combined!"
Wei Bingying was stunned.
Ye Sihai turned and walked towards the entrance of the ancestral hall, saying, "Chen Tian Jiao, you must have guessed the origin of this Ye Clan Ancestral Hall. This is the ancestral shrine of Ye Sihai, the leader of the Sihai Gang, and the place he valued and cared about the most during his lifetime."
"Do you dare to come in?"