Bam—rumble—bam!
The Alfa Romeo rolled all the way down the mountainside. When it finally landed at the bottom of the cliff, it had been smashed into a heap of scrap metal.
Thick black smoke rose from the foot of the cliff.
Inside a small observation tower beside the nearby winding mountain road, a man was turning the night-vision goggles in his hands. Through the pale-green lenses, he could still see the flames burning below the cliff.
The man watched for a while longer before finally nodding.
He lowered the goggles and took out his phone.
"Boss, it's done. The car's been blown apart." As he spoke, the man suddenly pressed another button.
A tremendous boom came from the distance. This time, it was the Hennessey Venom that exploded—the car Song Ying's driving had already wrecked.
The man let out a vicious laugh.
It felt fantastic to blow up a supercar in an instant! Explosions really were romantic. There was nothing wrong with that saying!
"You didn't leave any traces, did you?" The voice on the other end sounded somewhat anxious.
"Boss, I think the Goddess of Fortune must be watching over you." The man chuckled. "Because right before I acted, a bunch of punks came out of nowhere. They drove several cars over and intercepted Song Ying..."
The man briefly described what he had seen from a distance. "...That's how it went. We don't know where those punks came from, but showing up at this moment gave us another layer of cover. That means there's much less left for us to do. We might not even have to do anything at all. The Song Family will probably start their investigation with those punks."
"Mm... Come back first, and we'll talk." The person on the phone spoke in a deep voice.