"Screech! Sizzle!!!"
The piercing sound of brakes and the roar of engines intertwined as two cars engaged in a fierce pursuit.
On the winding mountain road, with its eighteen bends, one had to be constantly mindful of their speed to avoid careening off the mountain and meeting a terrible end.
Racing on such treacherous terrain was an act of sheer madness.
Yet, the two cars locked in this nocturnal duel, whether due to the drivers' exceptional skill or some other reason, seemed to disregard the peril entirely.
"Roar!!!"
Like the howl of a beast, the engine sound roared past. As the off-road vehicle ahead rounded a bend, it surged onto a dirt mound, soaring several meters into the air before landing precariously back on the road, a scene that would send chills down anyone's spine.
Closely following, the Santana, with a drift, its four wheels screeching to a halt, leaving deep tire marks on the ground, navigated the turn smoothly.
From this alone, it was evident that the driver of the Santana possessed superior skill and a more intimate knowledge of the road conditions.
On the winding mountain path, the two cars sped on, one after the other, separated by no more than ten meters, a sight that made one's heart pound.
Inside the trailing Santana, the driver was Zheng Chengdao. In the passenger seat sat Qin Yang, and in the back, gripping the front seats tightly, was Yao Dong.
A thick atmosphere of grim determination permeated the car. Their eyes were fixed on the fleeing off-road vehicle ahead, their gazes cold and filled with a torrential killing intent.
"Brother Dao, there's a sharp turn ahead. After the sharp turn, there's a relatively flat stretch of road. We need to intercept them at this sharp turn, otherwise, once they reach the flat road, our car's performance might not match theirs," Qin Yang advised, his familiarity with the road evident.
"Then hold on tight!"
Hearing this, Zheng Chengdao floored the accelerator. The Santana spewed a thick cloud of smoke, its dilapidated frame seemingly on the verge of falling apart, but in return, it gained a burst of extreme power.
The car's speed surged dramatically, quickly closing the distance to the off-road vehicle ahead and drawing level with it.
Through the car windows, the occupants of the two vehicles made eye contact in the darkness, palpable waves of killing intent exchanged between them.
Suddenly, Zheng Chengdao wrenched the steering wheel, and the Santana's front violently slammed into the off-road vehicle again. Car panels flew off, and parts scattered. In the darkness, the two cars scraped against each other, sparks flying.
Behind the wheel of the off-road vehicle was Xue Lang. He was indeed one of Liu An's top experts, not only powerful in combat but also a skilled driver.
Sensing Zheng Chengdao's intention, he also pushed the accelerator to the floor and sharply turned the steering wheel, as if trying to force the battered Santana off the mountain slope.
The two cars were pressed close together once more, belching black smoke and spitting sparks.
As they approached the sharp turn ahead, Xue Lang saw the road conditions and attempted to steer back to navigate the bend. However, Zheng Chengdao seemed to have gone mad. Instead of following the road, he turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction.
The front of his car nudged the off-road vehicle, driving in a straight line.
"Damn it, this guy's gone crazy!!"
Seeing that the car was about to plunge off the cliff, Xue Lang, the driver, finally panicked. If they delayed any longer, they would all go over the edge, car and all.
"Bail out!!"
Xue Lang roared, flung open the car door, and leaped out quickly. The other two occupants in the back seat followed suit.
But the person in the passenger seat was doomed. The car door on his side refused to open. He let out a scream of utter terror, watching helplessly as he and the off-road vehicle were pushed by the Santana off the cliff.
In the darkness, from the edge of the cliff, the off-road vehicle's headlights descended like a meteor from the heavens, plunging in a straight line before crashing into the mountainside.
BOOM!!
The explosion was deafening in the silent night, erupting into a raging inferno.
Meanwhile, at the cliff's edge, a mangled Santana came to a precarious halt, half of its body hanging precariously over the void.
BANG!!
Suddenly, the shattered car door was kicked completely off its hinges and sent flying. Then, a figure radiating a palpable aura of malevolence stepped out of the car.
Following closely behind him, two other men, their bodies radiating a similar grim energy, emerged from the car. Their eyes were cold as they stared at Xue Lang's group.
Three against three, a fair match!
"You bastards, run! Keep running!" Yao Dong clenched his fists, his teeth gritted, wishing he could kill the three in front of him on the spot.
Across from them, Xue Lang's eyes were also filled with murderous intent. He drew the dagger from his waist and slowly adopted a fighting stance, knowing that tonight's encounter could not be resolved peacefully.
According to the information he had received, Qin Chuan had a few people who were very skilled fighters, but their exact abilities remained unknown.
The woman named Li had also been unable to provide clear details.
It was precisely because of this uncertainty that when they followed Qin Chuan and his companions to the barbecue stall, they had attempted to stab Bai Xiaoguang.
In Xue Lang's estimation, with six men on their side and six on Qin Chuan's, a surprise attack on one of them would ensure their mission's success. They could then drive away, unhindered by the police of such a small county town.
However, they were shocked to discover that as soon as the fight began, apart from Qin Chuan and one other person, the remaining three were incredibly formidable.
The oldest among them was like a monster. Even Xue Lang, wielding his dagger with all his might, couldn't inflict a single scratch.
Instead, he was forced into a defensive retreat by bare hands, leaving Xue Lang with no choice but to initiate a tactical withdrawal to seek another opportunity to complete the mission later.
But they hadn't anticipated that their act of injuring someone would enrage the other party completely.
They had been relentlessly pursued, and despite their superior off-road vehicle, they were hard-pressed by a battered Santana. In the end, their car had crashed down a cliff, resulting in the death of one of their comrades.
"None of you will escape tonight. You will pay the price for your actions!"
As Xue Lang adopted a fighting stance, Zheng Chengdao casually pulled a long, slender piece of sheet metal from the wreckage of the Santana and gripped it in his hand. This was his weapon for revenge.
The metal strip was not long, about a meter in length, and was covered in rust.
But the moment Zheng Chengdao grasped it, it seemed imbued with a magical power, instilling an instinctive sense of dread.
If Zheng Chengdao was so formidable with bare hands, what would he be like with a weapon?
"All of you, attack! Take at least one of them down with you!"
Xue Lang brandished his sharp dagger and was the first to charge at Zheng Chengdao.
The other two also moved, rushing towards Qin Yang and Yao Dong respectively. Their expressions were fierce, each determined to fight to the death.
The three-on-three battle erupted immediately.
But within less than a minute, the outcome became clear.
Xue Lang was the first to show signs of defeat. His body was covered in a mess of bloody wounds, transforming him into a bloodied figure.
His arms, the backs of his hands, shoulders, chest, abdomen, thighs, calves, and even his back were crisscrossed with countless gashes.
These were inflicted by the metal strip in Zheng Chengdao's hand. Each wound was small, about an inch long, but their sheer number was overwhelming.
Zheng Chengdao's expression was impassive. The slender metal strip in his hand acted like a divine blade, leaving a trail of wounds on Xue Lang with every strike. No matter how Xue Lang dodged or parried, it was in vain.
Moreover, as if deliberately tormenting him, Zheng Chengdao, who had the ability to end the fight decisively, chose not to, instead deliberately leaving Xue Lang with a series of painful marks.
This torment drove Xue Lang to a frenzy, his roars of agony filling the air!