A van was driving on the highway, including the driver, a fat man, a total of eight people crammed inside, all men in their thirties and forties, led by a man with a pockmarked face and fierce eyes.

"Step on it, we need to get off the highway immediately. Word has it that the damn police are going to block the entrances." The pockmarked face urged decisively.

This immediately caused panic inside the cabin.

"What’s going on?"

"How is it possible, how did the police find us?"

"We’ve been so careful, why?"

"What should we do, I don’t want to go to jail..."

Everyone shouted, and someone even started crying.

The pockmarked face cursed: "Cut the crying crap, I don’t know what happened either—I just know those damn cops started checking last night, even hotels were investigated. Our whereabouts were supposed to be hidden, but don’t know what bad luck struck, letting the police trace us!"

It turned out they were a group of criminals manufacturing and selling contraband, who had thought they were safe, but in fact, the police were already onto them, and they were now on the run.

They probably never dreamed that while they could indeed escape, last night Lin Fan, in order to help Yun Qingyao, used top-tier Koi Carp Luck, unintentionally letting the police discover their whereabouts, thereby distracting the two officers checking IDs.

In the mysterious ways of fate, everything seemed destined.

"Boss, what if we can’t escape this mess?" someone asked.

The pockmarked face touched his waist, gritted his teeth, and said: "If we can’t hide, then damn it, I’d rather die than go to jail!"

"That’s right, better death than jail!"

"I wanted to do this a long time ago!"

Everyone grew agitated.

"Boss, there’s a highway exit ahead." The driver, the fat man, said.

The pockmarked face said: "Quick, go out, before they block it. If we can, we’ll hide!"

The fat man stepped hard on the accelerator, the van speeding off, and ahead there appeared a Rolls-Royce, catching everyone’s attention. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

All their eyes lit up with envy.

"As far as I know, this car’s worth 8 million, right?"

"Damn, why, I also want to drive such a fancy car!"

"I bet there’s a hot chick inside that car, Rich Second Generation sure has it good; we risk our lives for what others are born with!"

"In my opinion, we should crash into it, give them a lesson they’ll never forget!"

Expressing envy, jealousy, and hatred toward the Rolls-Royce ahead, they reflected on their flight versus others’ enjoyment of wealth, undeniable imbalance in their hearts.

The driver, the fat man, grinned wickedly: "Should I crash into it? Boss, you decide!"

The pockmarked face cursed: "Crash your damn legs, are we not exposed enough? Though I want to ram it too, today’s circumstance is special, spare it!"

The driver, the fat man, muttered regretfully, expressing his deep-seated resentment against wealth, feeling restless not knocking the Rolls-Royce off.

He should be glad he didn’t, for ahead was Lin Fan’s Rolls-Royce, crashing would mean not reaching the exit, likely flipping off the road.

The van hastily overtook the Rolls-Royce, heading onto the exit, as it passed, they glanced inside its cabin, seeing a handsome young man driving, beside him a young woman with a mask, her figure stunning despite her hidden face.

"Damn!"

Turns out their guesses were right; indeed, rich folks’ passenger seats always feature a pretty woman, stirring envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Even the pockmarked face regretted not crashing into it.

"Brothers, no worries, once we make the big bucks, we’ll be living it large too, fancy cars, sipping wines, hanging with beauties! Stick with me, that day isn’t far." He comforted them, both for his crew and himself.

"Damn it, if I were rich, I’d change women every day!"

"I’d buy a mansion first, then a fancy car, partying every day!"

"I’d get a yacht, sail with beauties to the ocean, you get me!"

"Haha... animals, if I were rich, I’d start a company, rake even more!"

Everyone eagerly shared, increasingly excited, seeming affluent already.

"Brothers, trouble’s here!" The driver, the fat man, abruptly warned, tension filling his voice.

They looked ahead, seeing the highway exit, unexpectedly blocked by police cars, officers checking vehicles.

They paled at the sight, damn, the police had arrived!

"What do we do?" They panicked, all faces turned to the pockmarked face for a decision.

With a solemn expression, brows furrowed, the pockmarked face quickly decided: "Slow with calm, they might not find anything!"

They planned bluffing their way through.

"Boss, are we sure?" queried the driver, the fat man, suspicious.

The pockmarked face said: "Ever hear ’first polite, then force’? If we get through smoothly, everyone’s safe. If not, they’ll pay the price!"

The pockmarked face was the boss, his way ruled, so the fat man eased off the gas, slowly approaching the highway exit, predictably stopped by cops.

An officer looked inside, asking: "What’s your business, crowded van?"

The pockmarked face chuckled: "Officer, we’re migrant workers, cramped in one car, officer, why checks today?"

The officer didn’t answer him, saying: "Open the doors, everyone out for ID check."

The pockmarked face replied: "No need officer, we truly are migrant workers, good citizens, honestly, none bring IDs regularly."

"Yes, me neither."

"ID’s at home."

They all chimed in.

The officer’s expression darkened: "Enough talk, ID-less step out for registration, get out now, open up!"

Nearby officers watched closely, hands on their waists.

The pockmarked face’s freckles twitched, gritting teeth: "Fatty, reverse!"

The driver, the fat man, already revved up, quickly reversed the car instead of smashing through, the risk of breaking through with barriers and police cars upfront too high, choosing to retreat and find another escape route.

The van backed up, turning its head for a frantic escape, aiming to return to the highway.

Then, unexpectedly, Lin Fan’s Rolls-Royce charged head-on toward them.