Seeing the familiar figures of Yi Jun'an and Feen Ziyan,

Looking at the Maybach, in which Yi Qionghua and the two others, related by blood, yet like enemies to her, were sitting.

Su Yinxue was stunned.

She never expected.

That the one to embarrass her would not only be Feen Ziyan, but also her own father.

And Yi Qionghua and her siblings were hiding inside the car, watching her make a fool of herself.

There's nothing colder than the human heart, nothing more so than this!

Feen Ziyan, usually so haughty, was now covered in tear streaks, scrambling on hands and knees.

She rushed towards the Maybach that had flipped over in the green belt.

Feen Ziyan's high heels lay on the road not far away.

Her hair was disheveled, making her look like a madwoman in the throes of hysteria.

And Yi Jun'an's grace had turned into worry and panic.

He too unevenly rushed towards the Maybach.

The familiar sting invaded Su Yinxue's heart once more.

In this moment, she felt once again,

how superfluous and how alone she was in this world.

Why, being a biological daughter as well, could Yi Qionghua receive her father's affection and protection,

while she had become the enemy he was plotting against?

Yang Fei's collision with the Maybach tore away all of the Yi family's false pretenses of kinship.

At the same time, it left Su Yinxue's heart torn and mangled.

However, the pain of being mangled was, at least, real.

This pain awakened Su Yinxue.

Even from such a distance, Su Yinxue could hear Feen Ziyan's shrill cursing.

"Bodyguards, let them die. Beat that bitch to death. I'll take responsibility."

And five or six bodyguards were already charging furiously towards the Rolls-Royce.

Su Yinxue felt utterly disheartened and sighed deeply.

"Yang Fei, let's go. Let's visit Grandpa at the Ancestral Temple."

Yang Fei gently patted her shoulder.

"Don't be too sad. Don't you still have me?"

The strong Su Yinxue, upon hearing Yang Fei's words, felt a warmth well up in her eyes.

Two streams of tears finally flowed down her face.

Her world was left with only darkness and cold.

But Yang Fei, like a sunrise in the east, warmed her, dispelling the cold in her heart.

Even if the whole world abandoned me, then what?

I still have him.

Yang Fei started the car, and the Rolls-Royce sped away.

At this moment, Feen Ziyan and Yi Jun'an had already rallied their people.

To rescue Yi Qionghua and the others from inside the car.

Among them, Yi Tianhua had a gash in his forehead, bleeding profusely.

Feen Dongliang's neck was cut by glass.

Yi Qionghua, however, was unscathed.

All three were terrified.

Yi Qionghua cried out in panic.

"Mom, did you see? The man with Su Yinxue is a devil. I'm so scared."

The other bodyguards had also witnessed Yang Fei's ferocious collision.

All of them looked at the deep dent in the metal side panel of the Maybach,

And they sucked in breaths of air through their teeth as if they were all suffering from a toothache.

Damn, that guy was practically a human-shaped Giant Dragon.

Only a legendary Giant Dragon could possess such terrifying strength and explosive power.

Feen Ziyan hugged her daughter, her face twisted in distress,

her beautiful features now looking particularly hideous.

"Dare to touch a person from the Yi family in Jincheng, even if he has Three Heads and Six Arms, even if a Heavenly God descends, he won't escape."

Yi Jun'an sighed, the scene just now had thoroughly intimidated him.

He hesitated for a moment, then said in a subdued tone, "Let's report it to the police."

"This guy has intentionally injured someone, let the police deal with him."

Feen Ziyan's piercing voice nearly deafened Yi Jun'an's ears.

"Call the police? Such matters are just common public order cases, they'd be released after being detained for a couple of days."

"What a joke, having hurt someone from the Yi family, should we just let him off like that?"

Her finger pointed distantly at the Lesley.

"Everyone, listen to me carefully."

"I want this kid dead, I want that little bitch dead!"

A chilling smile spread across her face.

"He wants to stage a traffic accident, does he?"

"Fine, let's show them what a real traffic accident is."

Yi Jun'an's heart pounded with alarm.

"Zi Yan, let's report this matter to the Council of Elders for handling, let's not escalate things," he said.

"Shut up," she snapped.

The thoroughly enraged Feen Ziyan silenced Yi Jun'an.

Seething, she turned back to the Lincoln and began making a phone call.

Yang Fei, behind the wheel of the Rolls-Royce, hurried towards the Yi Family Ancestral Temple under Su Yinxue's guidance.

A foreboding warning from the Turtle Extreme within Yang Fei's body faintly emerged.

He was secretly on guard, yet his expression revealed nothing.

The Yi Family Ancestral Temple wasn't within Jincheng City District.

Instead, it was nestled in the mountains thirty kilometers outside Jincheng City's outskirts.

Just as Yang Fei's car left the city, he noticed several different models of cars had appeared behind him.

There were sedans, SUVs, and even the rumble of large trucks.

Yang Fei deliberately increased his speed, and the cars trailing him also picked up pace.

Only the large trucks, due to their slow speed, were left behind.

Yang Fei sneered inwardly: "The Yi Family's retribution has arrived."

He told Su Yinxue to buckle up and pressed the gas pedal down.

The Rolls-Royce's excellent performance was fully utilized.

The car immediately surged forward like an arrow.

The few cars behind also sped up.

But on such a level two road,

Yang Fei drove the Rolls-Royce at the speed of a race car; no one could keep up with him.

A Range Rover SUV maintained a considerable distance behind the fleet of cars.

The driver's skilled techniques were apparent.

This driver was a top-tier race car driver.

In the passenger seat sat a youth with a pale face and a sneering smile.

This person was Yi Liu, Su Yinxue's half-brother from the same father.

Yi Liu muttered to himself: "My dear sister, you've finally come home."

"Mother wants me to have someone run you over; now, should I do it or not?" he mused.

While speaking, he took a coin from his pocket and tossed it into the air.

Then, he brought his hands together, catching the coin.

Without revealing the result, Yi Liu murmured, "Let's leave it up to the heavens to decide."

"If it's the national emblem, then you're in luck."

"If it's the number side, well, well, that's fate—you can't blame me."

After finishing, he slowly opened his hands.

The number side of the coin faced up in his palm.

Yi Liu paused in surprise, then burst into maniacal laughter.

"This is the will of the gods."

"Tsk, tsk, this family tragedy is quite a spectacle," he commented.

He ordered the driver: "Catch up to them, speed up!"

The Range Rover's speed immediately soared as it lunged forward.

Yi Liu slowly put on a headset.

This headset was a wireless communication device, similar to a walkie-talkie.

Within a two-kilometer range, all communicators connected to the local network could hear each other's voices.

No sooner had Yi Liu put on the device than various exclamations came from inside.

"He's too fast; that guy's Rolls-Royce is like lightning!"

"We're about to lose them, nevermind creating an accident, we can't even keep up."

"Damn monster, his driving skills are almost on par with international racing drivers!"

...

Listening to every exclamation from the communicator,

Yi Liu's sinister smile gradually widened.

"A race car driver, huh? The better the skill, the faster the speed, the quicker he dies," he mused.

Chapter Five at ten o'clock at night.

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