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Chapter 282 A Light in the Darkness, Speed ​​Beyond Limits
In the city at midnight, neon lights flicker alternately, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

The sign, bathed in a blend of dark red and eerie blue light, exudes a mysterious and dangerous aura.

The energetic dance music with its heavy bass, like a suppressed heartbeat, faintly emanates from behind the walls.

The back alley of the bar was dark and damp, exuding a mixed smell of alcohol and garbage.

A black sedan with no markings roared to life, its tires crunching over the sewage as it sped off.

Two headlights pierced the city night, slowly merging into the traffic on the main road not far away.

After a half-second silence, the shadows deeper in the alley seemed to come alive, wriggling slightly.

A figure wearing a dark sweatshirt walked out silently, the brim of his hat pulled down so low that it almost covered half of his face, revealing only his sharply defined jawline.

He stood quietly at the alley entrance, his gaze fixed on the direction the black sedan had driven away.

It was Fang Cheng who had followed Xu Hao.

Just now, he slipped away from all eyes and ears, stealthily making his way to the second floor like a ghost.

With his keen hearing, he clearly caught the brief but intense sounds of fighting coming from a VIP box, and finally Xu Hao's roar filled with shock and anger.

This led to the conclusion that Xu Hao had been attacked and forcibly taken away by two unidentified individuals.

The air still carried the pungent smell of car exhaust.

The target has been moved; we must follow immediately and track their movements.

Fang Cheng's gaze quickly swept across the street.

Just then, a taxi with its "vacant" sign on slowly drove through the intersection.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Cheng darted across several meters to the roadside and swung his arm.

squeak--

With a screeching sound of brakes, the taxi came to a stop right in front of Fang Cheng.

The car window rolled down, revealing a chubby, somewhat familiar face that appeared pale and plump under the neon lights.

"Where are you going, bro?"

The driver yawned, his eyes still sleepy, and asked, muttering, "It's the middle of the night, I was just about to wrap up for the day..."

"Follow the black Wuling sedan that just drove away. Its license plate number is Dong A·XXXXX."

Fang Cheng spoke in a low voice as he opened the car door and slipped into the back seat.

"Hurry up, stay close, don't let them get away."

"Alright! No problem!"

The driver seemed to be awakened by the concise and powerful instruction, and immediately perked up, readily agreeing.

As he deftly shifted gears and restarted the vehicle, he habitually glanced at the passenger through the rearview mirror.

A professional smile spread across his chubby face, but his small eyes were scrutinizing him closely.

"Hey bro, you look kind of familiar?"

"Aren't you... aren't you the guy who rode in my car last time and bought a whole bunch of weight plates? Yes, yes, the handsome guy with all those muscles!"

Fang Cheng understood immediately; it was indeed the talkative taxi driver he had met last time.

He then subtly turned his head to the side and pulled his hat brim down further, allowing the driver to see his bald head even more clearly under the neon lights.

He replied in a flat tone, "You've mistaken me for someone else."

"Uh……"

The driver was visibly taken aback when he saw the bald man. Comparing it to his memory and then looking at Fang Cheng's cold and aloof aura, he chuckled awkwardly and scratched his own not-so-thick hair.

"Oh, oh, maybe I misremembered. There are a lot of young people working out these days, hehe, people can be similar, people can be similar!"

He wisely refrained from asking further questions, but his curiosity and gossip-loving spirit had clearly been ignited.

"master."

Fang Cheng's expression remained unchanged; he simply urged:

"Please focus on following the car in front, keep a safe distance, and try not to attract their attention."

"I suspect that my good-for-nothing brother-in-law is in there, probably out gallivanting with some little vixen again. I need to go and catch him in the act and gather some evidence."

He made things up on the spot, but his tone was incredibly natural, as if he were genuinely troubled by family matters.

"Holy crap! Caught in the act?! Caught in the act?!"

Upon hearing this, the driver's eyes widened instantly, and he became excited.

As if he had found his life's work, he slammed his hand on the steering wheel.

"Brother, you've really come to the right person! I'm an expert at this!"

He slammed the accelerator to the floor, and the taxi's slightly old engine roared defiantly, shooting forward as if injected with adrenaline, and closely following the taillights of the black Wuling car a hundred meters ahead.

"Back in the day..."

The driver, while sharply turning the steering wheel and weaving through the slightly congested traffic in the city center in an exciting S-shape, boasted enthusiastically, spitting as he spoke:

"When I was young, I helped a brother who had been cheated on chase after his wife and her lover."

"Hey! It was so exciting back then. I chased him from the east side of the city to the west side, and finally I managed to corner him in front of a secluded little hotel. The adulterer was so scared that he almost dropped his pants."

"So, brother, don't worry, with me here, I'll keep a close eye on those two scoundrels and make sure they can't escape!"

"Look at my drifting... wait, no... look at my tracking skills, aren't they professional?"

Fang Cheng: "..."

Ignoring the driver's nagging, he simply leaned forward slightly, his gaze piercing through the windshield.

His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, was fixed on the black sedan ahead, and he coldly reminded it once more:
"Focus on driving, don't follow too closely, and don't let them leave you behind. Try not to talk, as it will affect your driving skills."

Meanwhile, the brain is working at high speed.

The attackers' clean and efficient methods and their clearly targeted actions strongly suggest that they are referring to the mysterious and dangerous organization, "Noah."

As for why they suddenly targeted Xu Hao?

Perhaps Xu Hao possessed intelligence that posed a threat to them.

Or perhaps Xu Hao was one of them, and is now being expelled for betrayal or having his identity exposed.

Regardless of the truth, as long as we follow this car and find their hideout, all the mysteries will be solved.

Even if we can't grasp the organization's core information, being able to follow the clues and take down one of Noah's strongholds in Dongdu, cutting off their potential claws, would still be a good result.

The taxi, thanks to the driver's "superb" driving skills, wobbled and followed along the road.

Soon we left the brightly lit city center and turned onto a highway leading to a remote suburb.

The streetlights became sparse and dim, and the roadsides were lined with dark farmland and woods, with fewer and fewer vehicles on the road.

The night was as dark as thick ink, enveloping the earth, with only a few lights flickering in the distant village houses visible.

Just then, the black Wuling sedan in front seemed to finally notice the unusual behavior of the taxi that had been following closely behind, driven in a reckless manner.

Its brake light suddenly flashed.

Immediately afterward, under Fang Cheng's watchful gaze, the rear window of the car silently rolled down.

Fang Cheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and he immediately shouted to the driver in the driver's seat:

"Watch out, lower your head!"

Almost at the same instant the car window rolled down, a dark gun barrel emerged from inside the window, pointed directly at the taxi behind.

boom!boom!
Two muffled yet highly penetrating gunshots suddenly rang out on the quiet suburban highway.

The flames spitting from the gun barrels were particularly dazzling in the darkness!
"Fuck!"

The driver, who had just been boasting and calling himself a "tracking expert," froze instantly, his excited expression replaced by fear, and let out a pig-like scream:
"Wasn't this supposed to be catching someone cheating? Why are they using real weapons now?!"

He instinctively jerked the steering wheel, trying to dodge the incoming bullets.

However, it was too late.

The other party's target was not the passengers in the car, but the car tires.

Soon after, the taxi's right front tire burst.

Immediately afterwards, a dull popping sound came from the right rear tire.

The vehicle, traveling at high speed, instantly lost its balance and control, like a wild horse that had broken free. The car body spun wildly and spun around on the narrow road, making a teeth-grinding screeching sound.

Then, it slammed headfirst into the metal guardrail on the side of the road.

Bang!

With a deafening crash, the guardrail was twisted and deformed like a pretzel.

Bang!
The driver's side airbag suddenly deployed, like a giant white fist, slamming into the face of the terrified, screaming driver.

The fat chef, who had just been boasting about his "glorious achievements," didn't even have time to utter a sound before his head lolled to the side and he completely passed out amidst the mess.

For Fang Cheng, whose physical strength far exceeds that of ordinary people, this level of collision was nothing more than a slightly violent jolt.

In the instant the vehicle went out of control and drifted, thanks to his strong balance, even without a seatbelt, his body seemed to be fixed in the seat, completely still.

After the taxi crashed into the guardrail and finally came to a stop, Fang Cheng glanced at the driver, who was lying unconscious on top of the deployed airbags.

Then, he calmly scanned the center console, found an inconspicuous red SOS emergency button, and pressed it decisively.

The electronically synthesized voice from the vehicle's system immediately began to play:

"Severe collision detected, airbags deployed, emergency rescue system activated, connecting to rescue center... Location information sent..."

After doing all this, Fang Cheng didn't hesitate at all. With a slight exertion of his arm muscles, he pushed open the severely deformed and jammed car door and easily crawled out of the overturned taxi.

Behind us, the orange headlights were still flashing stubbornly, like a distress signal in the darkness.

Fortunately, it was midnight and there was very little traffic on the suburban roads, which prevented the sudden accident from causing a more serious chain-reaction collision.

Fang Cheng stood up, dusted off his clothes, and walked back to the middle of the road.

Looking up, the black Wuling sedan that had committed the crime had already sped away during the chaos.

Only a faint, fading red taillight remained on the horizon at the end of the night.

Fang Cheng remained calm, showing neither anger nor anxiety, but rather a hint of excitement.

He then calmly opened his bag and took out the white stone mask that he always carried with him.

Then the mask was firmly placed on my face, its cold, rock-like touch covering my entire face.

Through two ruby ​​lenses that seemed to be made of congealed blood, Fang Cheng's vision instantly turned blood red.

Their gaze, like a precise lidar, shot forward onto the road ahead, firmly locking onto the point of light that was about to disappear into the darkness.

Hidden behind the mask, two flames seemed to be burning silently in the eyes.

The next second, Fang Cheng bent down and squatted down, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, striking a textbook-perfect starting position.

The muscles in his legs tensed up instantly, like gnarled tree roots, and the ground beneath his feet seemed unable to withstand the force and sank slightly.

Snapped!
A crisp, ringing sound, as if the air had been blown apart, rang out in the silent night sky.

It even drowned out the faint sound of car engines coming from afar.

On the asphalt road, a fine spiderweb-like crack appeared around the foothold.

Wearing a white mask, Fang Cheng instantly started up, achieving acceleration at the level of a top-tier sports car.

He felt as if he had transformed into a cannonball that had escaped gravity, hurtling along the dark road toward the black sedan that was speeding away ahead.

call--

The gale raged and roared in my ears, forming a tangible barrier of airflow.

The trees, road signs, and even the darkness itself on both sides of the road rushed past, stretched, and blurred in the field of vision, eventually turning into a flowing, chaotic patch of color.

At this moment, he was no longer an existence that could be defined as "human," but a white lightning bolt! A streak of light tearing through the night!

Fang Cheng's running speed far exceeded the physical limits of Earth's creatures, and he even easily overtook other nighttime vehicles he occasionally encountered on the road!

A rich second-generation heir driving a flashy red convertible sports car is embracing a hot girl beside him, with deafeningly loud music blasting from the car, enjoying the speed and passion of midnight.

Suddenly, I felt as if a white hurricane was blowing towards me, "whoosh!"

The powerful airflow even messed up his hair, his bangs covered his eyes, and he almost dropped the steering wheel.

The rich kid stared dumbfounded at the unbelievable white figure disappearing into the distance in the rearview mirror, even forgetting to chew his gum.

The hot girl next to her was so frightened that her face turned pale and her voice trembled:

"Young Master Zheng, what...what was that just now? Was it a ghost?"

The driver of another long-haul truck was yawning, holding a cup of steaming hot coffee, ready to take a sip to perk himself up.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a white light flashing past him at incredible speed.

He couldn't even see what it was; he only felt as if thunder was rolling past his ears.

The shock made his hand tremble, and the scalding coffee instantly spilled onto the steering wheel and his thigh.

"Ouch—it's so hot! Holy crap, is that a person or a ghost? Or did a meteorite crash down?"

The driver winced in pain, staring in shock at the white blur speeding ahead, his heart pounding wildly.

Meanwhile, inside the black Wuling sedan.

Two men in jackets are discussing a series of events that have occurred recently.

From the conversation, we know that the driver of the car is named Zhou Liang, and the passenger in the passenger seat is named Ali.

"Could that taxi that was following us have been driven by the Red Tiger Gang?"

Ali frowned, glanced at Xu Hao lying unconscious in the back seat, and said somewhat uneasily:
"Xu Hao was just put into the car by us, and they followed us?"

"Not quite like it."

Zhou Liang calmly steered the wheel and shared his insights:
"Those thugs from the Red Tiger Gang don't have the reaction speed or the guts to follow us directly. It's probably just that their backers happened to run into us nearby, or it could just be a misunderstanding."

"However, just to be on the safe side, it's always good to get rid of him. The boss instructed that this operation must be swift and clean, and the Red Tiger Gang must not know that Xu Hao has fallen into our hands."

"Yeah, too."

Ali nodded, relaxing a little.

Just then, he looked in his rearview mirror and saw something rapidly approaching in the distance behind the car.

At first I thought it was an illusion, but the thing became clearer and clearer.

"Zhou Liang, look behind you!"

Ali's tone carried a hint of surprise and uncertainty.

Zhou Liang immediately turned around to look.

Hundreds of meters behind the vehicle, in the darkness, a white figure was rushing towards them at a speed that defied the laws of physics.

The figure drew closer and became clearer—

A pure white mask, two blood-red eyes, like a demonic monster ready to devour its prey in the night!
“What the hell is this?!”

Zhou Liang's expression changed drastically, and his voice trembled slightly.

The figure was running so fast it made his scalp tingle.

(End of this chapter)