You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

The shrill laughter sounded particularly jarring on the empty Financial Avenue.

Her proud red low-cut dress fluttered in the wind.

That face, covered in thick foundation, faced the approaching headlights.

She even puffed out her chest, striking what she considered the most beautiful pose, the one that would most arouse a man's protective instincts.

In her envisioned script.

These billionaire tycoons, worth trillions, choose to get married on such an auspicious day.

The worst thing is to see blood or have any negative news.

As soon as she lay down on the ground.

The Rolls-Royce leading the way will definitely slam on the brakes.

Then, the aloof man who captivated the entire internet, or his subordinate, would come down with a checkbook.

He begged her in a humble voice to take the money and leave.

At that time, the paparazzi hiding in the green belt will only need to press the shutter.

"A seemingly weak woman forces Star Venture Capital's wedding car to stop," and "A mysterious tycoon spends millions to quell the incident."

These titles are enough to ensure she'll have no worries about food and drink for the rest of her life.

however.

When the massive black vehicle finally emerged from the shadows of the mountain road and was exposed to the sunlight.

The female internet celebrity's maniacal laughter looked like a cheap mask that had been dried out instantly.

With a snap, it shattered into powder.

That's not a Rolls-Royce at all!

Instead, it's a military-grade wheeled armored vehicle, nearly three meters tall, completely covered in matte explosion-proof steel plates!

Heavy, wide, tracked tires rolled over the smooth asphalt road.

It emitted a chilling metallic scraping sound.

The front bumper grille is so thick it looks like a row of giant black teeth.

Even a load-bearing wall in its path can be easily smashed to pieces.

boom--!

A scorching wave of air shot out from the exhaust pipe of the armored vehicle.

The roar of a V12 heavy-duty diesel engine echoed along this blocked main road.

It was like a steel monster from hell, letting out an ear-ripping roar.

What made her feel most desperate was...

The car showed no sign of slowing down.

He didn't even turn the steering wheel an inch off course.

It charged straight at her with overwhelming force, like a tidal wave crashing down on her.

in the driver's seat.

Eagle, dressed in a crisp black special operations uniform, held the steering wheel firmly with both hands.

Those scarred eyes held not a trace of human emotion.

Only absolute ruthlessness in executing commands.

Mr. Chen had already given a firm order.

Today, no living thing is allowed to block this road except for the wedding procession.

Let alone a woman who's foolish enough to stage an accident.

Even if there was a heavy truck blocking his way, he would still step on the gas and crash into it.

Twenty meters.

Fifteen meters.

The strong winds generated by the armored vehicle had already reached the face of the female internet celebrity.

The wind made her meticulously styled wavy hair dance wildly.

It blindfolded her.

"Ah...ah!"

A distorted, terrified gurgling sound came from her throat.

My legs felt like all the bones had been removed; they were so weak that even standing up straight was a luxury.

That audacity born of the pursuit of traffic and money.

Faced with the absolute physical crushing power of this steel monster, it was as fragile as a bubble.

Ten meters!

The enormous crash barrier had been magnified countless times in her retina.

You can even see the black rivets welded on it.

The shadow of death loomed overhead.

"Help! Help me!"

The female internet celebrity finally broke down.

She no longer cared about trending topics or being accused of staged accidents.

A warm liquid welled up in his crotch and flowed down his thigh.

She screamed, using both hands and feet.

It tumbled and crawled towards the green belt at the edge of the road.

"Bang!"

The stiletto heel of the high heel got stuck in the gap of the sewer grate on the side of the road.

She pulled hard.

A tearing pain shot through my ankle, and the heel of my shoe snapped off.

But she couldn't care less about any of that.

The armored vehicle's wheels had already run over the hem of her skirt.

The violent air currents stirred up dust from the ground, which stung her face.

Her survival instinct made her, like a gecko, desperately shrink down the slope on the outside of the green belt.

The movement was too forceful, and he lost his balance due to an ankle injury.

She walked straight over the low bushes.

thump!

A dull thud as the water fell.

The female internet celebrity fell headfirst into an open drainage ditch on the side of the road, which was used to discharge urban sewage.

This place is filled with decaying leaves, silt, and sewage year-round.

It emitted a nauseating, pungent, sour odor.

"vomit--!"

She lay prone in the half-meter-deep black water.

A mouthful of foul-smelling mud was forced into her mouth, causing her to cough violently.

Tears and snot mixed with makeup on her face, forming a dark, muddy mess.

That once vibrant red low-cut dress was now soaked with dirty water.

It was heavy and wrapped around my body, emitting a foul stench.

She clutched her sprained ankle and writhed in pain in the mud.

Raise your head.

The armored vehicle had already roared past the edge of the road overhead.

Following closely behind.

It was the wedding car of Knight XV, with a pure gold star pattern hanging on the front.

The black car body reflected a dazzling halo under the sunlight.

Inside the train carriage.

Chen Yuan put one arm around Shen Wanzhou's shoulder and gently covered her ear with the other.

It completely shut out the noisy engine sounds and faint screams from outside.

Shen Wanzhou leaned against his chest.

Looking at the scenery rushing past the car window, Peach Blossom's eyes were full of anticipation for what was to come.

She had no idea what a ridiculous and cruel staged accident had just taken place in front of the car.

Inside the armored vehicle.

The eagle peers through the rearview mirror.

He glanced coldly at the woman who was floundering in the stinking ditch, looking like a muddy monkey.

A cold, lifeless curve appeared on the scarred face.

He freed his right hand and pressed the call button on the vehicle's walkie-talkie.

The eagle coldly watched the woman eating mud in the sewer, then pressed the intercom: "Garbage cleared, main convoy continues forward, maintain speed!"