By the time they walked out of the hospital gates, night had fallen completely.
At the edge of the parking lot, a silver-gray Bugatti Veyron crouched silently. Its sleek body gleamed with a cold metallic sheen beneath the lights, like some mechanical creature poised to strike.
Lu Mingfei froze for a second—he recognized the car. He had seen it in automotive magazines: over two thousand horsepower, a top speed above four hundred kilometers per hour, and a price followed by more zeros than he could count.
"Damn." Finn whistled, the two cotton balls stuffed in his nostrils trembling with it. "This thing's even more badass than the one Caesar lost, right?"
Caesar ignored him.
A man in a black suit approached from beside the car. His steps were steady, like someone professionally trained. He handed the Key to Caesar and gave a slight bow.
"Young Master Caesar, Young Master Chen prepared this vehicle for your convenience. Enjoy yourselves."
His tone was respectful, but not overly enthusiastic.
Chen Motong had been walking over when she heard that. Her brows immediately furrowed.
"Didn't I tell you not to follow us?"
She recognized the man. Wang Xu had once been the head of security under Chen Moxin, before being reassigned elsewhere.
Wang Xu turned toward her, his expression unchanged.
"You misunderstand, Miss Chen," he said. "We happened to have people handling business at the hospital. They saw you, so we looked into the situation a little."
Caesar took the Key and weighed it in his hand. "We happened to need a new ride. That was thoughtful of him. Thank him for me."
Wang Xu nodded slightly and turned to leave.
After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.
He turned back, his gaze falling on He Xiaomeng—this person looked vaguely familiar.
But he could