Malicious Lane Change (Seeking Collection)

"Huh? We just got our driver's licenses together, and you're already driving, Qinghan?"

"Isn't that too dangerous? How about I drive instead?"

As soon as Lin Qinghan got into the car, she started adjusting the driver's seat behind her, bringing the steering wheel so close it was almost against her chest. Watching her, Lü Qinglong couldn't help but blush a little.

Do all these female drivers like to put something on the steering wheel? That's so weird.

"That's fine too, Brother Qinglong. When I get to college, my dad said he'd buy me a better sports car to practice with. I'll take you for a ride then."

The young girl seemed to feel her current driving skills weren't quite up to par, so she nodded and agreed to switch seats with Lü Qinglong.

"Alright, buckle up. I'm about to get us moving."

Lü Qinglong turned on his phone's navigation, set the destination, and then slowly drove the Mercedes-Benz G-Class towards the hotel.

The interior space of the Mercedes-Benz G-Class was quite large; otherwise, why would it be considered a luxury car?

However, Lü Qinglong found it quite uncomfortable in the driver's seat. If he put even a little effort into his posture, his head would hit the roof, so he had to drive hunched over.

Still, it was much better than the training cars at the driving school.

Outside, it was rush hour, and the road was filled with an endless stream of cars.

Lü Qinglong followed the instructor's teachings and drove at a steady speed.

Perhaps because others saw it was a million-dollar luxury car, they kept a certain distance, allowing him to drive quite comfortably.

But just because he followed traffic rules didn't mean everyone else did.

Lü Qinglong was driving along fine when a white Civic suddenly cut in front of them, changing lanes over a solid line.

If Lü Qinglong hadn't reacted in time, he would have crashed right into the car's rear.

"It's okay, Brother Qinglong, don't be angry. Just drive slowly, we're not in a hurry," Lin Qinghan, sitting beside him, quickly comforted him.

"Mm."

Lü Qinglong nodded. The anger he had felt was immediately suppressed by Lin Qinghan's words.

However, the other driver seemed to have latched onto Lü Qinglong. Seeing that he wasn't reacting, not signaling or honking, they started braking, trying to force the Mercedes-Benz G-Class to stop.

Lü Qinglong gripped the steering wheel, the muscles in his face twitching slightly, showing how hard he was trying to control his emotions.

"Brother Qinglong…"

"Qinghan, don't worry. I promised you, I won't lose my temper."

Lü Qinglong interrupted Lin Qinghan, his voice trembling with anger. This kind of person shouldn't be driving. Isn't it obvious they're deliberately trying to annoy us?

"Uh… Brother Qinglong, I mean, you can just hit them. We have plenty of cars at home, so I don't care if the car gets damaged."

The young girl spread her hands. Lü Qinglong could tolerate it, but she couldn't. How does this person even drive? Changing lanes over a solid line and then deliberately trying to block us.

"Okay!"

Faced with the other car's attempt to force him to stop, Lü Qinglong slammed on the accelerator.

The Mercedes-Benz G-Class roared to life, its front end slamming into the rear of the other car.

The white Civic's rear looked like it was made of paper; it was immediately flipped into the grass in front.

In contrast, their Mercedes-Benz G-Class didn't even have a scratch on its front bumper.

"Hello? Dad, I got into a traffic accident while driving your car."

Lin Qinghan, in the passenger seat, had already dialed her father's number.

"What's wrong, my dear daughter? Are you hurt?"

A slightly anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, belonging to a middle-aged man.

"I'm fine, Dad. They changed lanes over a solid line and tried to block us, and I got too nervous."

"I accidentally hit the accelerator instead of the brake and flipped their car."

The young girl's voice carried a hint of calmness, with no trace of panic.

"I see, that's great. I'm glad you're okay."

"Listen, I'm on a business trip. I'll have Uncle Chen come over. He should be nearby. You can tell Uncle Chen then, and you can go ahead."

"Mhm, mhm, you're the best, Dad."

Lin Qinghan hung up the phone, winked at Lü Qinglong, and asked with a hint of confusion:

"Brother Qinglong, why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?"

"Cough, cough, it's nothing. I just feel like you've gotten even prettier."

Lü Qinglong felt a bit sheepish. I hope the car's dashcam turned off its voice recording, right?

Otherwise, this matter really can't be clarified.

In front, the overturned white Civic had its driver's door open, and a young man in an F426 hoodie, around twenty years old, was struggling to climb out.

"You motherfucker! How dare you hit my car!"

The young man pulled a baseball bat from the shattered driver's side window and walked angrily towards the Mercedes-Benz G-Class.

Every step seemed filled with endless rage, as if he wouldn't rest until he smashed the other person's head with the baseball bat in his hand.

"Brother Qinglong, don't..."

"Don't worry, Qinghan, I will definitely protect you."

Lü Qinglong interrupted the young woman again and pushed open the driver's door.

"Don't beat him into pieces..."

Lin Qinghan muttered softly.

Seeing that the other party had also opened the car door, the F426 young man became even more agitated, switching from walking to a light jog.

With a running start, he leaped high into the air, swinging the baseball bat in his hand in a wide arc towards the other person.

"Crack!"

Before he could even see what the other person looked like, a crisp slapping sound rang out.

Then his perspective was on the ground, his face pressed against the cool asphalt.

"Hey, you can't sleep here!"

A rough male voice sounded. Before the young man could react, he felt himself being grabbed by the collar and lifted up.

He felt like a chick that could be easily manhandled.

Immediately after, a man with a face full of flesh and a ferocious expression stared intently at him.

That face was more menacing than a murderer's, and his hands had definitely taken hundreds of lives!

The F426 young man was stunned. He forced himself to swallow, but his nervousness made it impossible to even perform that small action.

"Why did you cut off my car?"

Lü Qinglong held the young man and stared directly into his eyes, demanding an answer.

"Uh... I..."

The F426 young man was dumbfounded. If he had known that such a monster was sitting inside this damn Mercedes-Benz G-Class, he would never have cut him off!

If this kind of big shot wanted his life, he probably only needed a thought, and he definitely wouldn't see the sun on February 30th!

For a moment, scenes of gunfights from various gangster and mafia movies flashed through his mind.

"I'm asking you a question! Did you leave your vocal cords at home?"

Lü Qinglong suddenly blew a breath towards him.

The immense gust of air made the young man's face contort significantly.

He hated people who stammered and couldn't speak clearly the most, and there were quite a few of them.

Basically, ninety percent of the people who encountered him couldn't speak clearly.

The remaining ten percent had already fainted.