"Hey? We just got our licenses, and you're already driving, Qinghan?"
"That's too dangerous. How about I drive instead?"
As soon as Lin Qinghan got in, she adjusted the driver's seat behind her. The steering wheel was practically pressed against her chest, and the sight made Lü Qinglong's face flush.
Did all women drivers like feeding the steering wheel something? How strange.
"That works, Brother Qinglong. When I start college, Dad says he'll buy me a nicer sports car to practice in. I'll take you for a spin then."
The girl seemed to feel that her driving skills weren't quite up to par yet, so she nodded and agreed to switch seats with Lü Qinglong.
"Then buckle up. I'm about to set off."
Lü Qinglong opened the navigation app on his phone, entered their destination, and then slowly drove the Mercedes-Benz G-Class toward the hotel.
The Mercedes-Benz G-Class had a pretty spacious interior. What else would you expect from a luxury car?
The only problem was that Lü Qinglong was quite uncomfortable in the driver's seat. Even a slight stretch made his head bump against the roof, so he had to hunch over while driving.
Still, it was much better than the driving school's training car.
It was rush hour outside, and traffic flowed steadily along the road.
Lü Qinglong followed his instructor's lessons to the letter, maintaining a steady speed.
Perhaps the other drivers had noticed that this was a million-yuan luxury car, so they kept their distance and made the drive quite comfortable for him.
But just because he followed the traffic rules didn't mean everyone else did.
Lü Qinglong was driving along perfectly well when a white Civic suddenly crossed a solid line and cut in front of them.
If he hadn't reacted in time, he would have crashed into the back of the other car.
"It's okay, Brother Qinglong. Don't get mad. Take it slow; we're in no hurry."
Lin Qinghan quickly tried to comfort him from the passenger seat.
"Mm."
Lü Qinglong nodded. He'd been feeling a bit angry, but Lin Qinghan's two sentences immediately soothed him.
But the other driver seemed intent on picking a fight with Lü Qinglong. Seeing that he wasn't reacting—not flashing his lights or honking—the driver started hitting the brakes, trying to force the Mercedes-Benz G-Class to stop.
Lü Qinglong gripped the steering wheel with both hands. The muscles in his face twitched twice, showing how hard he was trying to control his temper.
"Brother Qinglong..."
"Don't worry, Qinghan. I promised you I wouldn't lose my temper."
Lü Qinglong cut her off. His voice trembled with anger.
People like this had no business driving. It was obvious they were deliberately trying to piss them off.
"Uh... Brother Qinglong, I mean, you can just hit him. My family has plenty of cars, and I won't feel bad if one gets damaged."
The girl shrugged. Lü Qinglong might be able to put up with this, but she couldn't.
How was this guy driving? He'd crossed a solid line and was deliberately trying to force them to stop!
"Fine!"
When the other driver tried to force him to a halt, Lü Qinglong stomped on the gas.
The Mercedes-Benz G-Class roared to life, and its front end slammed into the back of the other car.
The white Civic's rear end was practically made of paper. It was shoved right off the road and into the grass ahead.
Meanwhile, their Mercedes-Benz G-Class hadn't even scratched its front bumper.
"Hello? Dad, I took your car out for a drive, and I got into an accident."
Lin Qinghan, in the passenger seat, had already called her father.
"What happened, sweetheart? Are you hurt?"
An anxious middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the call.
"I'm fine, Dad. The other car crossed a solid line and tried to force us to stop. I got so nervous..."
"I accidentally hit the gas instead of the brake and flipped their car."
The girl's voice was calm, not the slightest hint of panic in it.
"I see. That's great, then. As long as you're okay."
"Here's what you do. I'm on a business trip, so I'll send Uncle Chen over. He should be nearby. Just let him know what happened, then you can leave."
"Mm-hmm. You're the best, Dad."
Lin Qinghan hung up and blinked at Lü Qinglong, then asked in confusion:
"Brother Qinglong, why are you looking at me? Do I have a flower on my face?"
"Ahem, it's nothing. You look even prettier."
Lü Qinglong felt a little embarrassed.
The dashcam's voice recording was turned off, right?
Otherwise, this would be really hard to explain.
The driver's door of the overturned white Civic ahead opened, and a young man in his twenties wearing an F426 hoodie climbed out with difficulty.
"Fuck you! How dare you hit my car!"
The young man pulled a baseball bat through the shattered driver's-side window and stormed toward the Mercedes-Benz G-Class.
Every step seemed to brim with fury. He looked as if he wouldn't be satisfied until he'd bashed the other guy's head in with the bat in his hand.
"Brother Qinglong, don't—"
"Don't worry, Qinghan. I'll protect you."
Lü Qinglong interrupted the girl again and shoved open the driver's door.
"Just don't beat him into pieces..." Lin Qinghan muttered under her breath.
Seeing the other man open the car door, the F426-clad young man got even more fired up. He broke into a jog.
He took a running leap, raised the baseball bat, and swung it in a wide arc at his target.
"Smack!"
Before he could make out what the other man looked like, he heard a sharp slap.
Then his vision was already down at ground level, his cheek pressed against the cool asphalt.
"Hey! No sleeping here!"
A gruff male voice rang out. Before the young man could react, someone grabbed him by the collar and hauled him to his feet.
He felt like a little chick anyone could pick up and toss around.
Then a fierce-looking man with a face full of bulging muscles glared at him.
That face looked even more terrifying than a murderer's. He must have killed hundreds of people!
The F426-clad young man was dumbstruck. He tried to swallow, but he was so nervous that he couldn't even manage that small movement.
"Why did you cut me off?"
Lü Qinglong held the young man up and stared straight into his eyes as he demanded an answer.
"Uh... I..."
The F426-clad young man was completely stunned. If he'd known that a monster like this was inside the damn Mercedes-Benz G-Class, he never would have cut him off!
If a mob boss like this wanted him dead, all it would take was a thought. He'd never see the sun on February 30!
For a moment, scenes of gangsters, criminal gangs, and shootouts from all kinds of movies flashed through his mind.
"I asked you a question! Did you leave your vocal cords at home or something?"
Lü Qinglong suddenly blew a breath in his face.
His foul breath made the young man's face contort.
He hated people who mumbled and couldn't get a word out. There were plenty of people like that.
Of the people who encountered him, ninety percent couldn't speak clearly.
The other ten percent had already passed out.
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