Chapter 763 - Birthday Party (6) (2/2)

Of course, He Zhichu heard it in her words right away but he didn’t refute them directly. “Yeah, they are pretty close. But isn’t there something wrong with directly inferring that I’m close with Gu Yanran, just because she’s close with Wen Shouyi? What are you hinting at? That I have an abnormal relations.h.i.+p with Wen Shouyi or secret dealings with Gu Yanran?”

Gu Nianzhi instantly flushed red. Her little trick was exposed and also directly dismantled. As expected, Professor He was Professor He, and her skills were still crude in comparison… Gu Nianzhi was sheepish for a bit but then recovered. She giggled. “Actually I have suspicions about both.”

About him having an abnormal relations.h.i.+p with Wen Shouyi or secret dealings with Gu Yanran? He Zhichu couldn’t help sneering and his voice quickly turned icy. “Ha, so in your eyes, am I just a crude person? Do I only deserve to be with those kinds of people?” Looking at someone’s circle of friends could be a judgment of their character.

Gu Nianzhi was humiliated from his comebacks and immediately apologized. “Sorry Professor He, it was my mistake. I shouldn’t have thought about it that way.”

“You thought about it even though you shouldn’t have.” He Zhichu’s fury rose and he could feel how boundless and unbridled it was. However, there was no way for him to unleash it. He had nearly given up everything to come look for Gu Nianzhi, only to end up in this kind of predicament. He couldn’t move forward or backward and he couldn’t even explain himself. In his crazed fury, He Zhichu suddenly pressed hard on his horn to release his frustrations.

Gu Nianzhi quickly covered her ears. “Professor He, I’m sorry. I made a mistake. Can you stop being angry?”

The loud car horn was scaring people and causing all the cars around them to move out of the way since they didn’t know what was going on. Yin s.h.i.+xiong was driving close behind He Zhichu and Gu Nianzhi and he also heard the car ahead sounding its horn incessantly.

“What is it? Was there an accident?” Ma Qiqi poked her head out curiously. “Is that Professor He and Nianzhi’s car?”

“Yeah, chase them and force them to stop.” Huo Shaoheng put down his phone and calmly commanded Yin s.h.i.+xiong.

“Roger, Chief,” Yin s.h.i.+xiong instinctively replied. He then said to Ma Qiqi, “Sit tight.” Slamming on the accelerator, their Bentley suddenly shot forward like an arrow.

Up ahead, He Zhichu felt somewhat better after hitting the horn for a while. As soon as he moved his hand away, he noticed that Huo Shaoheng’s car pressing up from behind. He Zhichu was still furious. Although he’d vented by abusing the car horn, he was far from being calmed down completely. Seeing Huo Shaoheng accelerating close behind them was exactly what he’d wished for. He said to Gu Nianzhu, “Sit tight.” Then he slammed hard on the accelerator and there was a “boom” from their car. Gu Nianzhi swore that at the moment, the car was going so fast it was rising up from the ground…

Yin s.h.i.+xiong was just about to catch up to the car in front of them when he realized it had jumped ahead again. It accelerated shockingly fast and even emitted a series of loud booms like thunder. Huo Shaoheng’s expression stiffened and he quickly straightened his back as he muttered, “Sonic boom!”

Was Professor He trying to fly to heaven?! He’d made a car exhibit sonic boom effects that should only be on supersonic fighter jets! No wonder he’d disappeared in a blink of an eye. Maybe they had arrived at the Prime Minister’s official residence at No. 32 Willow Hutong by now… Ma Qiqi tightly squeezed the safety handle on the roof of the car and was jostled around so much she nearly puked. Yin s.h.i.+xiong looked at her with some concern and couldn’t help but relax his foot from the gas pedal. He said to the rearview mirror, “Chief, should we still chase them?”

Huo Shaoheng slowly moved forward. His eyes were dark as he gazed in the direction where He Zhichu’s car had disappeared. After a long moment, he finally said, “…No.” Yin s.h.i.+xiong didn’t need to chase after them. Huo Shaoheng had already sent an encrypted message to the Special Operations Force’s internal line established to maintain order at the Prime Minister’s official residence. “Keep an eye on a gray Bentley, license plate x.x.xx.x.xx.x.x. Find a way to draft its engine blueprints.” The message was written in code. Even if it was intercepted, no one would know what it meant.