Mad Dragon gets out of prison and marries a beautiful CEO.

Chapter 100

Ah Kun replied almost instantly:

"Ye Zong's convoy left through the back door. There were three cars heading towards the city. We don't know exactly where they're going yet. I've sent people to follow them from a distance."

Chen Li opened the car door, got in, and said:

"Guigu's body is still lying with Song Qingtong. At this time, it would be safest for Ye Zong to stay in the manor, but he just had to go out now. No matter where he goes, it's like sticking his neck out to be cut off."

"Are you sure Lu Changgeng won't miss a good opportunity?"

Ah Kun wasn't sure, so he replied:

"Probably."

Chen Li started the car and said;

"Stay close, but don't get too close. Report back immediately if anything happens."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Li drove back to Bihu Longting Villa.

Chen Jia lay on a deck chair in the garden, drinking coffee and reading. She was enjoying the rare moment of leisure and luxurious sunshine.

Hearing the car stop, I knew Chen Li was back.

She closed the book and stood up. Seeing Chen Li approaching, she asked:

"Are you done with your work?"

"Hmm." Chen Li lay down on the recliner, rocking back and forth. "When are you going back to Shanghai?"

Chen Jia was making him coffee when he turned his head to look at him, and only replied after two seconds:

"Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?"

"It's not about rushing."

Chen Li corrected him with a smile:

"Yuncheng has been quite turbulent these past few days. You should go back to class first. I'll come to Shanghai to find you after I've finished dealing with things here."

Ever since I came here with Sister Hong, we've encountered a series of events, including Yang Muqing's car accident, the hospital's organ theft by its own staff, the murder of a doctor, and gang infighting. It's truly a place fraught with danger.

He's thinking of himself, which will only hold him back and distract him.

Chen Jia thought for a moment, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and said:

"I'll leave tonight so I won't miss class tomorrow, but you have to treat me to a nice meal before I go."

Chen Li smiled and said:

"Okay, I'll take you to eat now. You can choose the place."

This pleased Chen Jia, and she used her hands to search for delicious food in Yuncheng, finally choosing a Cantonese restaurant located by the river.

When the two arrived, the view outside the window was beautiful.

The shrimp dumplings shimmered in the sunlight, and steam rose from the steamer.

The two ate a meal quietly, without talking about the chaos in Yuncheng, or about Lu Changgeng and Ye Zong. They only talked about the weather in Shanghai, their school classes, and what they wanted to eat next time they met.

Chen Li really enjoyed this sense of relaxation, detached from worldly affairs and the ways of the world, a rare moment of leisure.

Chen Jia placed a chicken foot in his bowl:

"Try this; it's tender and flavorful."

He ate it, sucking on the bones, and nodded in approval:

"It's really good."

Unlike other cuisines, Cantonese cuisine doesn't rely on intense flavors to stimulate the taste buds and leave a satisfying impression.

It resonates more with the people of that land, unhurried, gentle, and reserved. Its deep-rooted charm slowly emerges, initially not striking, but leaving a lasting and unforgettable impression.

Chen Jia said that her maternal grandmother was from there, and her voice was gentle and melodious, like singing.

Behind my house is a clear pond. After the rain, the lotus leaves bloom beautifully, and the cucumbers squeaky loud.

My grandmother passed away six years ago. The old house was renovated, the pond was filled in and a building was constructed. All the beautiful memories are gone, along with the coffin where my grandmother was laid to rest.

Chen Li neither asked nor said anything, but just listened to her rambling on as if talking to herself.

"How about we dig up that pond when we have some free time?"

Her imaginative suggestion was quickly rejected by herself:

"No, land prices are too high now, we can't afford to dig, we really can't afford it..."

After the meal, Chen Li drove her to the airport.

People were coming and going in the passageway outside the security checkpoint. Chen Jia put her boarding pass and ID card into her bag and turned to look at him.

She placed her hand on the front of his coat, slowly squeezed the fabric, and then let go.

"I thought the underground forces in Shanghai were bad, but I didn't expect the ones in Yuncheng to be both bad and ruthless. You'd better not die."

She was worried and concerned.

"You won't die, don't worry."

Chen Li was amused by her unique way of showing concern.

Chen Jia smiled briefly, the smile disappearing as soon as the corners of her mouth curved upwards.

She turned around and walked towards the security checkpoint. Her figure, dragging her suitcase, walked a dozen steps through the crowd, then stopped, turned back and waved to him, before continuing to walk forward and finally disappearing behind the security gate.

Chen Li stood there for a couple more seconds, then turned and walked back.

After leaving the terminal and getting back into the car, he had just fastened his seatbelt when his phone vibrated. It was Ah Kun's number.

When he answered the phone, Ah Kun's voice was different from last night; his tone was urgent.

"Mr. Chen, Ye Zong's convoy had an accident near the airport expressway exit!"

"They were blocked, all three cars were forced to stop, the car behind overturned, the car in front crashed, Ye Zong's car turned into a side road, and the car chasing him caught up..."

Chen Li paused for a moment on the steering wheel and said:

"The airport expressway auxiliary road exit? He's right now, it's a quick drive there. Send me his exact location on my phone, I'm coming now."

"clear!"

Ah Kun replied, sending the approximate location to his phone.

Chen Li shifted gears, and the car sped out of the parking space, the tires screeching briefly on the concrete.

As soon as he left the parking lot, the route displayed on the navigation system popped up in the next second. It was a side road leading to an abandoned rural road, less than six kilometers away.

His mind raced rapidly during the acceleration.

Ye Zong wasn't unaware that Lu Changgeng wanted to harm him, but he deliberately chose to leave at this time, and headed towards the airport.

He wanted to run away?

He wanted to take what he had saved up over the years and flee abroad to seek refuge, but he didn't listen to Ye Qinglian's advice. As a result, he was intercepted by Lu Changgeng's men on the way.

This is just his guess; you'll have to ask him for details.

We've reached the intersection.

Chen Li jerked the steering wheel and turned onto the side road. The road surface changed from smooth asphalt to a bumpy gravel road, and the sound of the tires rolling over the gravel was particularly clear in the closed car.

The car bumped along for a while, with barren fields on both sides, and withered grass swaying in the hot afternoon wind.

A sound came from ahead.

A dull thud, followed by the creaking of metal deforming, and then a bloodcurdling scream.

Chen Li floored the accelerator and sped off.

……

Ye Zong huddled in the footwell of the back seat, his back pressed against the bottom of the seat, with the steel door panel above him constantly being hit by bullets.

Each sound made him shudder violently, and sweat streamed down his forehead, soaking his shirt collar with a mixture of panic and regret.

He was still clutching his phone, the screen displaying a message from Ye Qinglian telling him not to go out and not to make any compromises or concessions.

After receiving the notice, he hesitated for a while, but finally decided to go abroad first to avoid the risks.

He booked his plane ticket, packed his passport and cash into his briefcase, and left without saying goodbye to Ye Qinglian.

I finally realized it.

He was wrong.

But some mistakes are enough for a lifetime; there is never a chance to start over.

The escort vehicle behind was sandwiched between two off-road vehicles, rolled off the road, and tumbled three or four times in the wasteland below the slope before coming to a stop. The fuel tank was broken and flames were already shooting out.

The lead car was hit head-on by a truck traveling in the opposite direction. The hood was completely rolled up, the radiator exploded, and white smoke billowed into the sky. The driver was trapped in the deformed cab, motionless.

Ye Zong's driver was a veteran subordinate who had been with him for seven or eight years. He gritted his teeth and swerved the steering wheel, squeezing through the gap between the two pursuing vehicles and turning onto a narrower dirt road.

The road leads to an abandoned brick kiln, flanked by dried-up irrigation ditches and mixed forests, and the surface is covered with gravel and weeds.

To put it bluntly, it's just the survival instinct driven by fear. There's no real thought involved; it's just a struggle because they're afraid of dying immediately.

Escaping in this direction will only lead to death; it just means moving the grave to a more secluded spot.