90 Helplessness (1/2)

”Brother, that girl seems to be calling to you!” said the taxi driver as he turned back and pointed in Chu Yue's direction.

Xiao Luo shook his head and denied it. ”You're mistaken,” he said. ”I have no idea who she is.”

”Oh…”

The taxi driver nodded suspiciously and slowly started the car.

Xiao Luo put his elbow on the car door, clenched his fist, and used it to support his cheek. He stared indifferently out the window. The sound of the rain made it easier for him to calm down and think about things like the past, present, and future. This type of atmosphere generally slowed down the very pace of life itself.

”Stop! Stop the car now!” Chu Yue hissed a few times, but the taxi had no intention of stopping.

With the taillight on, it slowly drove away. Chu Yue stomped her foot angrily, slammed on the accelerator, and chased after the taxi.

Although the two cars' performance capabilities did not compare in the slightest, the taxi driver was skilled. Coupled with the fact there were fewer vehicles on the rainy road at night, the taxi moved as very fast. Chu Yue had to chase them for a while before she was finally able to catch up. She blared the horn to signal the driver to stop.

”This is…”

The taxi driver was very puzzled as he looked at the BMW 3 Series in the rearview mirror.

Just when he was about to park to the side, Xiao Luo took out a hundred dollars from his pocket and said to the taxi driver: ”Lose the car behind us. If you do, then this money will be yours.”

What the f*ck? What sort of situation was this? Why did it feel like they were filming a movie?

The driver couldn't help but mutter to himself underneath his breath. He was a fan of dramas and had watched various types of television series. The current situation seemed to him to be very similar to the plot of romance show that he had seen before.

He quickly recovered and, with a sour face, said, ”I'm afraid that's not possible. This is an urban area, and the speed limit is forty. I'm already going seventy, which is the limit. Any faster, and I'll be fined if they catch me.”

”Five hundred!”

Xiao Luo was too lazy to talk to the driver and took out an additional four hundred-dollar bills.

”Okay, brother!”

The driver immediately shifted into high gear and floored the accelerator. The engine roared to life, and the taxi's speedometer jumped from 70 to 100. The fine for speeding was three hundred, at most, and there was no need for any point deduction when paying via the mobile software. This way, the driver would still be able to earn a profit of two hundred. And if luck was on his side and he didn't end up photographed, then he would receive the full five-hundred profit. Driving with these benefits in mind, he had no reason to care about pointless traffic rules.

As she watched the distance between her and the taxi grow further and further, Chu Yue gritted her teeth and switched her vehicle to sports mode. The red BMW received a sudden injection of energy. Like a phantom, it caught up to the taxi.

It took her no more than two or three seconds to overtake the taxi. Then, gliding beautifully at a distance of 50 to 60 yards ahead of the cab, she suddenly parked her car vertically on the road.

”Ah!”

The driver was terrified and pulled the emergency brake. The roads were slippery on rainy days, and even with the anti-locking brake system, the car skidded. The drag of the tires left two black marks on the ground.

Fortunately, the two vehicles did not collide. The taxi stopped at a distance of five to six yards away from the red BMW. The driver was scared and broke out in a cold sweat.

Then, Chu Yue pushed open the door of her BMW and ran to the front of the taxi, shouting, ”Come out, Pretentious D*ck!”

Pretentious D*ck?