Everyone got into the cars. Chu Yu said, "Stay alert. Feilang has most likely already gotten ahead of us."
No one knew whether Feilang had gotten ahead, but Stupid Dagger had already reached the Blackwater Gully exit. Still looking as carefree as ever, he listened to rock music as he drove straight onto Blackwater Gully Road without hesitation. The exit resembled the entrance in one respect: it was a three-kilometer stretch of cliffside road.
At the entrance, the cliff was on the left. At the exit, it was on the right.
Stupid Dagger drove to the middle of the narrowest section of cliff road and stopped. This three-hundred-meter stretch averaged only 2.1 meters wide. He opened the door and leaned out to look down. Below lay a bottomless abyss. He stared into it deeply, and the rush of adrenaline brought him a long-missed thrill of trembling exhilaration.
Closing the door, Stupid Dagger sat quietly in the driver's seat and waited, carrying out his plan to wait for prey by the stump. Before long, he heard something. He opened his eyes to see a motorcycle a hundred meters ahead, ridden by a man in a black cloak and face covering.
Hey, why was it a motorcycle? That was cheating. Stupid Dagger had no idea that this was the wanted criminal Feilang.
Before Stupid Dagger could think further, Feilang had already charged toward him on the motorcycle. Stupid Dagger floored the gas and rammed toward him, only to see the motorcycle's front wheel rise onto the hood and ride straight over the roof.
Stupid Dagger was furious, but there was nothing he could do but be angry. Reversing to chase him was unrealistic. Getting out to shoot was impossible too, because outside the car was a cliff. Shooting backward from inside the