The Maserati sped furiously, and Ye Feng, on board the car, furrowed his brows deeper and deeper, having already seen the pursuing Bugatti Veyron behind him, and the two men inside.

"Lai Ning?" A flash of cold light flickered in Ye Feng's eyes. The middle-aged man beside Lai Ning closely resembled him, clearly his father, Lai Daoming.

"You'd better not mess with me!"

Ye Feng's eyes gradually narrowed, a glint of murderous intent twinkling within.

Hum...

Just then, the Bugatti behind suddenly accelerated and slammed hard into Ye Feng's car.

Bang!

The car shook violently, and Ye Feng's expression grew colder.

He immediately shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and yanked the steering wheel, making the Maserati glide like a slippery fish through a gap in the traffic and onto the sidewalk.

"Damn it!"

Lai Daoming, seeing this, had an increasingly dark expression. From that drift, it was clear that Ye Feng's driving skills were exceptionally high.

"You won't get away this time!"

Lai Daoming glanced at the Maserati on the sidewalk, then pushed the Bugatti to its limits, speeding through the oncoming traffic and quickly surpassing the Maserati driven by Ye Feng.

Lai Daoming's eyes continuously scanned the traffic situation around him. Seeing a gap in the traffic ahead, his eyes lit up, then he furiously turned the steering wheel. The Bugatti's tires emitted clouds of black smoke, and with a drift, it instantly moved onto the sidewalk.

Screech!

With a piercing sound of brakes, the Bugatti instantly blocked the middle of the sidewalk, sealing off the road ahead.

Seeing this, a chill surged in Ye Feng's eyes, but he had no time to stop. He immediately turned the steering wheel and drove straight into a nearby clothing store.

Clang!

The glass doors of the clothing store were violently smashed open, and as Ye Feng turned the steering wheel to the limit, he then drove straight through the store's floor-to-ceiling windows, neatly avoiding the Bugatti Veyron that had blocked the road ahead.

"Bastard!"

At this moment, Lai Daoming, in the Bugatti, seemed almost spitting fire from his eyes, unable to believe how slick Ye Feng was, evading even a roadblock.

Hum...

Reversing, stepping on the gas, Lai Daoming drove the Bugatti back into a frenzied chase, clinging on like a relentless leech.

Seeing this, Ye Feng's expression darkened almost to the point of dripping water. He immediately rolled down the window, stretched an arm out, and gave Lai Daoming and his son the middle finger.

"Fuck! Dad, he's cursing you!" Lai Ning, seeing Ye Feng's starkly conspicuous middle finger, immediately said to his father.

"Bullshit! He's clearly cursing you!" Lai Daoming's face reddened, then his eyes widened:

"Wait! What is that in his hand?"

Lai Daoming then saw Ye Feng retract his middle finger and reveal two shiny needles.

"What's he doing with the needles?"

Lai Daoming and his son exchanged glances, both somewhat puzzled.

But the next moment, their eyes widened.

Ye Feng flicked his wrist, and those two needles flew straight towards the Bugatti they were in.

"Damn! This kid must be out of his mind! If he wanted to stop us, even throwing a water bottle would be more effective than needles!"

A hint of disdain curled upon Lai Daoming's lips. The windows of his Bugatti were made of super toughened glass, and although they couldn't stop bullets, thinking that regular bricks and stones could break them was utterly delusional.

Moreover, Ye Feng was only using embroidery-like needles!

Just as Lai Daoming and his son, full of disdain and mockery, were chasing after Ye Feng, they heard two popping sounds in succession. It was the car's front window being pierced through by two holes, and the flashing silver needles shot in instantly.

Ah...

Along with a scream, the Bugatti Veyron swerved as if the steering wheel had failed, darting back and forth on the sidewalk before crashing into a car on the side of the road.

Bang...

The two cars collided, emitting black smoke, and Lai Daoming and his son were instantly thrown against the airbags.

"My hands..."

At this moment, Lai Daoming could no longer care about anything else but to lift his hands, only to see two sparkling silver needles embedded in them.

"Dad! How are you?" Lai Ning was almost scared stupid; his father hadn't had a car accident in twenty or thirty years, and now he was injured by two needles.

Thinking about how such slender needles had pierced through the car window as if they had eyes and hit Lai Daoming, Lai Ning's back was instantly covered in cold sweat!

If that guy wanted, these two needles could easily have taken their lives!

"Damn! I can't feel my hands anymore!" Lai Daoming was also covered in cold sweat, but his eyes contained an immense rage.

This time, for him, it was utterly humiliating! If his colleagues knew that he, the car king, had gotten into an accident, he might be the butt of their jokes.

"Jing'an District is just ahead! Call the police station and the traffic police team in Jing'an District; we must catch this guy!"

With hatred filling his eyes, Lai Daoming said to Lai Ning sternly.

Lai Ning shuddered and hurriedly took out his phone to make the call.

Meanwhile, Ye Feng no longer paid any attention to Lai Daoming and his son. He sped through two intersections into Jing'an District and then stopped in front of a star-rated hotel.

The Imperial Garden Hotel, one of the high-end hotels in Jing'an District.

Ye Feng parked the car at the front of the hotel and immediately ran inside.

"Good evening, sir! How may I assist you?"

Upon seeing Ye Feng in tattered clothes, the long-haired beauty at the hotel's reception desk, dressed in professional office attire, slightly furrowed her brow, but a fake smile still formed on her face as she asked directly.

"Where is Minister Zhang from Zhen Country Group? Please check which private room he's in!" Ye Feng knew that big companies hosting clients always signed the company's bills, and the front desk would have a record.

"Zhen Country Group?"

Upon hearing this name, the receptionist was somewhat surprised. It was a well-known big company in Jiangnan, and Ye Feng's attire did not seem...

Considering this, the receptionist smiled and said:

"I'm sorry, sir! We cannot disclose customer information without their permission!"

Hearing this, Ye Feng's eyes flashed with a cold gleam; he then slammed his hand on the desk and barked, "Tell me now!"

At that moment, Ye Feng resembled a savage Fierce Tiger, his body exuding Evil Qi, and the receptionist suddenly trembled, her complexion immediately turning pale.

"You... you..." The receptionist, having never seen such a fierce and daunting person, could barely speak out of fear.

"Speak!!!"

A harsh look flashed across Ye Feng's face, his Evil Qi becoming even more overwhelming.

"Let me check..." The receptionist, who dared not refuse, checked the front desk records quickly and then urgently said:

"Room 207! But... they have already checked out!"

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