Chapter 28: The Race Car God - Part 1
The next afternoon at three o'clock, Song Mingjie, that chubby young man, arrived at Infinity KTV with two of his lackeys. He swaggered in, acting all high and mighty with everyone else, but turned surprisingly deferential when he saw Wu Yifan.
"Brother Wu, it's not that I don't believe you," Song said, once they were in his sports car. "It's just... the stories I've heard are so wild. I had to see for myself."
Wu Yifan took the premium Yuxi cigarette Song offered, letting him light it. He blew out a ring of smoke, his tone casual but firm. "Understood. But let's make this the last test. Cross me again, and I won't be so nice."
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and Song flinched. *This guy means business.* He nodded quickly. "Absolutely, Brother Wu. No more tests after this."
Wu waved a hand dismissively. "Drive."
Song didn't dare argue. He revved the engine, and the sports car peeled away from the curb, heading toward their agreed destination.
Sitting in the sleek, expensive car—easily worth 700,000 to 800,000 yuan—Wu watched the city blur by. "Nice ride. You're loaded."
Song chuckled. "Compared to Brother Wu's skills, this is nothing. Making money must be easy for someone like you."
Wu grunted. If he could use his enhancements to rob banks or mug gangsters, he *would* be loaded. But breaking the law? Too risky. He'd stick to security work—for now.
Suddenly, sirens blared behind them.
"Pull over! This is the police! Pull over for inspection!" A clear, sharp female voice crackled over a loudspeaker.
Song cursed. "What the hell? It's just a little speeding!"
Wu glanced back. Four or five police cars were closing in fast. "Who's leading this chase?"
"Fu Junyao," Song咬牙. "Deputy chief of Minhe District Police. Total hardass."
Up ahead, in the lead police car, Fu Junyao sat rigid, her jaw tight. She was stunning in her uniform—skirt hugging her curves, a few buttons undone to reveal a hint of cleavage—but her expression was icy. Today had been a disaster: a drug bust gone wrong, 12 out of 20 suspects escaped. Now, this speeding sports car? The last straw.
"Chief Fu, that's Song Shao's car," a rookie officer ventured.
Fu shot him a glare. "So what?"
The officer shrank back. *Forgot she hates rich brats.*
"Song Mingjie!" Fu's voice boomed over the loudspeaker. "Pull over now, or we'll use force!"
Song laughed nervously. "Force? Please. My car's faster than yours—"
*Crunch.* The engine sputtered.
Song's face paled. "Uh... minor issue. I was gonna fix it tomorrow. Just a little... *glitch*."
Wu stared at him. "A glitch? You're leading a police chase in a broken car?"
"It's fine! I can lose them!" Song insisted, flooring the gas. The car lurched forward, but smoke started seeping from the hood.
Fu Junyao gripped the steering wheel, fury rising. "He's mocking us. Prepare to fire a warning shot."
"Chief! That's dangerous!" her subordinates protested.
"I said *warning* shot," Fu snapped, drawing her gun.
*Bang!*
A bullet zinged past Song's ear, hitting the rear bumper. Sparks flew.
Song yelped, swerving. "She's crazy! She actually shot!"
Wu grabbed the wheel as the car veered toward a lamppost. "Let me drive!"
"What? No! It's my car—"
*Screech!* Wu wrestled control, swerving just in time. "Your 'glitch' is gonna get us killed. Move over!"
Reluctantly, Song slid into the passenger seat.
Wu's hands tightened on the wheel. *"Xue'er, enhance reflexes and precision. Max output."*
*"Using 2 enhancement points. Reflexes ×3, precision ×2. Duration: 30 minutes."*
Instantly, the world slowed down. Wu saw every pothole, every pedestrian, every opening between cars. He shifted gears, flooring the gas. The sputtering engine roared to life—*for now*.
"We're gonna die," Song whimpered, clutching the dashboard.
Wu ignored him, weaving through traffic. He cut off a truck, swerved around a cyclist, and ducked into a narrow alley—too tight for the police cars to follow.
Fu slammed on the brakes, watching the sports car vanish. "After them! On foot if we have to!"
Her officers scrambled, but Wu was already gone, the alley spit them out onto a busy avenue, where he merged into traffic, heading for the highway.
Song stared at Wu, awe-struck. "How... how did you do that? That alley was impossible to navigate!"
Wu smirked, easing off the gas. "Just... good reflexes."
In the rearview mirror, the police cars were nowhere to be seen.
But Wu knew this wasn't over. Fu Junyao—she wouldn't give up that easily.
He glanced at Song. "Next time, test me at a race track. With a *working* car."
Song nodded, still shaking. "Deal. Whatever you say, Brother Wu."
As they drove toward the outskirts of Beitian, Wu checked his remaining points: 6 left. Not bad.
But he couldn't shake the feeling that Fu Junyao's bullet was just the start.
Something told him—this chase was far from finished.