"No." Su Qiao answered crisply, then paused and pulled her hand back.
Although the original body had passed her driving test, her family had always employed a chauffeur, so she had never really had the chance to drive herself.
444 nearly suffered a heart attack: ...
You can't drive, yet you dare drive this recklessly?
And you can even say it with such righteous confidence?
"Stop the car."
Su Qiao decided to make the bastard in front stop the car first, then kill him.
Hearing the sudden voice from behind, Old Chen tightened his grip on the steering wheel even more. His knuckles turned white, and they trembled faintly.
A bead of cold sweat slid down from his temple, and his lips quivered slightly. "Miss, we can't stop here."
Su Qiao shot him a cold glance, reached forward, and grabbed him by the neck from behind.
Her crisp, pleasant voice held not a trace of warmth. "Die now, or stop the car."
"M-Miss, this is a bridge. We really... really can't stop here."
Old Chen couldn't help trembling, even his teeth chattering.
Could Miss Su have... have discovered something?
Although he felt somewhat sorry toward Miss Su, he had no choice.
His wife had been bedridden for years and needed money for medical treatment.
His son had been unable to find even a decent job after graduating from university.
His daughter was about to enter university as well, and the family needed money everywhere.
If he died just like this, what would happen to them?
Thinking of this, Old Chen, who had been wavering, clenched his teeth and steeled his resolve once more.
Miss Su, I'm sorry. I, Old Chen, have no choice either.
Su Qiao's gaze turned cold, and just as she was about to strike the killing blow, 444 suddenly shouted.
Bad news! I just found out that this man already has a terminal illness and won't live much longer... longer...
Before 444 could finish, Su Qiao and Old Chen moved almost simultaneously, in the blink of an eye.
Su Qiao gripped the car window with both hands, kicked off from the seat, and dove out through the opened window with her slender body.
She rolled several times with the momentum and rolled onto the pedestrian walkway beside the bridge railing.
On Old Chen's side, he shouted, "I'm sorry!" Then the car, like an out-of-control locomotive, smashed into the bridge railing on the right at a terrifying speed.
"Bang! Bang-bang!"
Several sections of the bridge railing were smashed apart.
In the right lane, the black car following close behind had no time to brake. It skidded and slammed directly into the rear of the silver-gray BMW.
Old Chen and the car plunged into the unfathomably deep river with a splash.
Host, host, how are you? Are you hurt?
444 was frantic:
How could you jump out of the car without even saying anything? Do you know you could have been hit and killed if you weren't careful? If you died like that, without completing the incarnation...
"Shut up!"
Her head was already swimming, and her vision had even gone black.
On top of that, her whole body hurt, while this idiot kept making a racket beside her. It was incredibly annoying.
Su Qiao slumped onto the ground, leaned against a lamppost, and pressed her palm to her forehead, feeling so sick she wanted to vomit.
The moment she heard Little Four say that the chauffeur already had a terminal illness, she knew there was no room for negotiation, so she had immediately jumped out of the car.
Fortunately, although she had lost her Internal Energy, her body was still in fairly good condition after adjusting to it.
Combined with her own skill, she hadn't fallen too badly.
Y-You're all right, aren't you?
Knowing that she felt unwell, 444 no longer dared shout and asked softly.
Then, as if remembering something, it slapped its tiny forehead. Right, your leg—how is your leg?
Don't tell me you've become crippled right after arriving. That would make things troublesome from here on.
A sharp pain shot through her right ankle, and Su Qiao shook her head.
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