The Madman

Gisele was also watching Zhou Yi. The two locked eyes—this was a gamble, an absolutely thrilling, adrenaline-pumping, death-defying race!

Because in this sports car, which could hit 100 km/h in three seconds from a standstill and 300 km/h in fourteen, neither the driver nor the passenger was looking at the road ahead!

And they were on city streets!

The time was short, but for those sitting in the car, feeling the massive push of acceleration and the vibrations, it felt agonizingly long. In that situation, no one could know if the next second would bring a fiery crash.

Gisele's face began to stiffen, her gaze wavering, involuntarily drifting toward the corner of her right eye. But Zhou Yi still wore a calm, faint smile.

"Fuck, you're a lunatic!" Gisele broke first, jerking her head forward to look at the road.

How much time had passed?

Less than ten seconds?

Gisele wasn't sure.

But in that time, how far had this car shot forward?

She had no idea either!

"Am I impressive enough?" Zhou Yi asked cheerfully, still not turning his head to check the road ahead.

"Enough, enough!" Gisele pointed frantically at the rear of another car they were rapidly closing in on. "Watch the road!"

"Hahaha!" Zhou Yi laughed, turned his head, and put his hands back on the wheel. With a light twist, the car narrowly avoided the vehicle ahead.

"Phew... phew..." Gisele finally relaxed, catching her breath, and realized she was drenched in cold sweat. "You're absolutely insane!"

"No, no, that's not insanity. It's called having enough confidence in your own abilities." Zhou Yi smiled.

In truth, Zhou Yi wasn't lying.

With his current abilities, he couldn't glance at the road ahead and know exactly what his car would face ten seconds later. His brain wasn't that powerful yet.

But...

He could program!

The intelligence boost from the system was comprehensive—it wasn't just about learning ability, thinking skills, or logical reasoning.

Zhou Yi certainly wasn't going to waste his advantages. He'd taught himself a few things.

Earlier, he hadn't been bullshitting Roman. He really had created an artificial intelligence. Of course, this AI was pretty basic—a mindless dummy with no heart.

It couldn't manage fully autonomous driving, but within a certain distance, going straight and dodging other cars? That kind of operation was doable.

To that, Zhou Yi said, "What, I built an AI with my own brain—doesn't that count as relying on my own skill?"

No problem at all!

"Still a lunatic!"

"If you say so, then sure."

Gisele was left speechless. After a moment, she suddenly laughed. "Is this how you usually pick up girls? Never failed?"

"No," Zhou Yi shook his head with a smile. "Only used it on you."

"Fuck, so this is your first time doing this?" Gisele's eyes went wide. She'd thought Zhou Yi had pulled this stunt plenty of times before, which was why he was so bold!

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Zhou Yi said matter-of-factly.

"You lunatic!"

At the harbor.

"Getting these things shipped over is a bit of a hassle, and there's paperwork to deal with. But luckily, the customs here are pretty friendly—they helped me out a lot." Zhou Yi led Gisele to a luxury yacht. On the yacht, Zhou Yi's men were moving some boxed components into a truck, then hauling them to a nearby warehouse.

"Let me guess," Gisele said. "Money?"

"Money solves most problems," Zhou Yi didn't deny it. "I just rented a yacht and came here for a trip. The parts inside? That's just a bonus."

Gisele's face darkened.

She felt like she was being shown off?

But then again, it felt weird—having a billionaire right beside her, yet still needing to rob another billionaire's money...

Gisele's train of thought stopped as she followed Zhou Yi into the warehouse. He opened a box, and she saw the "parts."

"You call these parts?" Gisele stared at the top-tier components neatly arranged in the box and swallowed hard. "I've never seen such a complete set of 'parts'!"

"Aha, as long as they're disassembled, they can be called parts, right?" Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow.

"That's... actually reasonable." Gisele ran her hand over the streamlined vehicle frame, already imagining what the finished car would look like.

"Of course it's reasonable when I say it." Zhou Yi swung a wrench. "Let's get to work. Four times... time's tight."

"Where did you get that wrench?"

"I just grabbed it from another box." Zhou Yi spun his Otherdimensional Wrench, his expression unchanged.

At the same time, Toretto and his crew had also started their operation.

Although Zhou Yi hasn't prepared the cars yet, Toretto's little operation this time doesn't really need anything fancy.

They need to hit one of Reyes's money-laundering spots, tie up everyone there, gather all the cash, douse it in gasoline, and burn it all to ashes.

"Wait, burn it all?" Roman couldn't hold it in on the way there. Just thinking about what they were about to do made him squirm like he had needles in his ass. "Why? Aren't we supposed to be stealing the money?"

"We are stealing money, but we're after the big haul," Han said, chewing on a snack. "Reyes has cash stashed all over the city, and there's only a few of us. If we tried to hit every spot one by one, it's not realistic, and we'd be walking into danger."

"Exactly. So we need a little strategy to make Reyes bring all that money together in one place, which makes things a lot easier," O'Conner said. "To get him to do that, we have to disguise our real goal and make Reyes think..."

A little while later.

Inside the warehouse, Toretto hoisted a gas can with one hand. Right in front of some thug who kept shouting "You're dead," "Do you even know where this is?" and "Do you know whose money you're stealing?" he pulled off his mask and poured gasoline over the pile of cash.

"Steal?" Toretto let out a cold laugh. "No, we're not stealing."

"Go find your boss. Find Reyes. Tell him who did this." Toretto tossed the can aside, pulled out a lighter, sparked it, and threw it onto the money.

Gasoline and paper mixed, and flames roared up instantly. It was clear at a glance that this stack of paper, once loaded with special meaning and high value, was now nothing but trash, about to turn into worthless ash.

"And," they walked out, Toretto's last words still echoing through the warehouse, "this is just the beginning."

Someone asked me how I can fail as an author every single time like this. It's simple—just write seriously.