Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 964 - 891: High-Speed Chase

Zhong Ming got into the car, and Ye Qingfeng casually glanced at them, his gaze sweeping past Wang Jie without lingering in the slightest.

The Porsche’s engine roared wildly, then the tires carved an arc on the ground before suddenly sprinting forward.

Wang Jie stood there, stunned, with his fists tightly clenched, feeling greatly slighted by the look.

The gaze from Ye Qingfeng earlier didn’t pause on him at all.

This indicated that the opponent didn’t consider him a worthy adversary—he looked down on him!

"Wang Jie, where is everyone? Didn’t I tell you to stop him? Don’t tell me all of your bodyguards were beaten down by him!"

At this moment, Wu Yun also arrived. Seeing a ground full of bodyguards, she instantly guessed what had happened.

That guy was too formidable; so many bodyguards weren’t able to match him?

"His bodyguards are very strong; these useless ones stood no chance!" Wang Jie said viciously.

"Did his bodyguard really make a move? What about the guy himself?" Wu Yun asked urgently.

"How could he possibly fight? If he dared step out of the car, I’d definitely kill him!" Wang Jie frowned, speaking irritably. "He was too cowardly, only dared to cower inside the car! Without that formidable bodyguard, he’d have been beaten to death."

Wu Yun immediately fell silent, understanding that it was only his bodyguard who had taken action.

She knew that man’s strength surely exceeded that of his bodyguard.

With just one kick, he could knock her Land Rover aside, and Wu Yun even heard that the bodyguard called him ’Instructor.’

This indicated that the bodyguard was trained by him!

If his bodyguard was already so formidable, just how strong was he personally?

But Wu Yun refrained from speaking those thoughts aloud.

Informing Wang Jie that the man’s strength surpassed his bodyguard’s might provoke him further.

"Chase him, damn it, we can’t just let that kid go. We must find out his identity, or revenge will be difficult."

Wang Jie finally came to his senses and shouted loudly.

"Get in the car, everyone! We’re here to race; catch that kid for me!"

"Liang Jie, aren’t you known as the Yanjing Car God? Force that kid to stop for me!"

Finished speaking, Wang Jie got into his fiery red Ferrari, and Wu Yun followed, getting into Wang Jie’s car.

"I’m going too. I want to see how you all chase that guy down. I want him to kneel and beg for forgiveness."

Wang Jie glanced at Wu Yun. What he wanted wasn’t just kneeling and begging; he wanted to kill that guy!

Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!

The roar of engines echoed across the square as luxurious sports cars started up, pursuing in the direction where Ye Qingfeng had left.

Su Qiong’s Porsche was also a sports car, but compared to Wang Jie and his group’s professionally modified cars, it still lagged far behind.

Not long after, they saw Wang Jie’s group of sports cars roaring and chasing from behind.

Su Qiong noticed the red Ferrari and the black Maserati leading the pack and immediately knew those were Wang Jie’s and Liang Jie’s cars.

Liang Jie, who claimed the title of Yanjing Car God, although self-proclaimed, was indeed skilled, and Su Qiong had heard of his fame.

"Ye Qingfeng, drive faster. Don’t let them catch up. If they stop you and learn your identity, they will surely figure out a way to get back at you."

Su Qiong spoke worriedly in a low voice, but didn’t hold out much hope because with Liang Jie there, it would be hard for Ye Qingfeng to escape.

She actually felt some resentment toward Ye Qingfeng; this guy was too arrogant. If he wasn’t so brazen, even more so than the Crown Prince Party, things wouldn’t have escalated to this point.

In truth, Su Qiong wished to see Ye Qingfeng underestimating, getting a lesson. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

But she knew Wang Jie was ruthless, and if Ye Qingfeng fell into his hands, it wouldn’t end well, so she could only hope Ye Qingfeng could shake them off.

Ye Qingfeng seemed oblivious, continuing to drive casually.

He was merely taking Su Qiong home and had no desire for trouble, as he needed to return to protect Zhao Zhiruo and didn’t want to waste time here.

If these people were courting death, he wouldn’t mind sending these wealthy brats on a journey, serving justice for society.

"Ye Qingfeng, drive faster; they’re catching up!"

Seeing Ye Qingfeng unmoved, Su Qiong urged anxiously.

She felt helpless, acting indecently frantic, but couldn’t stay calm while that arrogant guy was heading for trouble.

Yet she couldn’t bring herself to be ruthless, unable to bear seeing Ye Qingfeng in Wang Jie’s hands, so she could only urge desperately.

"Your car is too slow; what can I do?" Ye Qingfeng said indifferently.

"It’s because your driving skills aren’t up to the mark. If they catch you, you’re done for."

Su Qiong knew well her Porsche couldn’t match Wang Jie and his group’s cars, making it hard to shake them off.

In the red Ferrari behind, the corners of Wang Jie’s mouth curved into a cold smile.

"We’re finally catching up to him. This time, I want you dead!"

"Rest assured, Young Master Jie, that guy can’t escape," came a voice from Wang Jie’s phone. It was the car owner of the Maserati running alongside, the Yanjing Car God, Liang Jie, speaking.

"Up ahead is the winding road; make him stop there. If necessary, run him off the cliff—even better. I’ll handle all consequences," Wang Jie spoke in a cold, icy tone.

"Roger that, Young Master Jie, leave it to me!" Liang Jie’s playful voice replied.

Wang Jie’s cold smile grew wider, as he locked his focus on the Porsche ahead: "Go die for me!"

Hearing their conversation, Wu Yun, sitting in Wang Jie’s car, was taken aback, shocked that they truly intended to kill someone!

She was really scared, glancing at Wang Jie, all she saw in his eyes was anger and murderous intent, a sudden realization—they genuinely planned to kill!

Wu Yun had grown up abroad, getting to know Wang Jie due to her love for racing after returning, unaware these people could be so ruthless.

"Wang Jie, just teach them a lesson; no need to kill, right?" Wu Yun said softly.

"Don’t worry, this isn’t our first time. I have experience, no risk involved. No matter their background, they must bow down in Yanjing," Wang Jie replied without turning his head, eyes dead set on the Porsche, adding further, "And didn’t you say he offended you? Wanted him to kneel and apologize. Killing him will avenge you even more."

"But... I never wanted to kill him. Murder is still too..."

Wu Yun stopped, realizing Wang Jie was no longer listening and only had murderous intent in his eyes.

These domestic playboys might be used to getting away with it, taking murder lightly.

With a sigh, Wu Yun could only hope they’d force him to stop; otherwise, if he gets pushed off the cliff and killed, she’d have a guilty conscience.

"Liang Jie, the next bend is where I’ll overtake!"

"Within 800 meters, he must stop."

Upon receiving Liang Jie’s response, Wang Jie’s Ferrari accelerated sharply, moving ahead of Ye Qingfeng.

Both Wang Jie and Liang Jie were skilled drivers, executing a series of nimble maneuvers. Their sports cars, like moon arcs, made beautiful drifts.