"We're not done yet."
With that, Pei Hang accelerated again.
The engine roared, and the evening wind whistled past, tossing their black hair.
Before Qin Buran could speak, he suddenly spotted two beams of light in the rearview mirror.
Then came the siren.
"...Pei Hang," Qin Buran said in a panic. "Y-you need to stop."
He had barely finished when a voice rang out behind them. "Vehicle ahead, pull over."
Pei Hang: "..."
He had been arrested halfway through showing off.
Pei Hang had no choice but to pull over.
He had been driving so fast that he was spotted just after passing the first traffic light.
The officers on patrol got straight to work, chasing him down and forcing him to stop.
He was going so fast that quite a few officers had been dispatched.
Given his speed, the officers suspected drunk driving and had him blow into a breathalyzer.
The reading was normal. He hadn't been drinking, so the officers took him in to check whether he had taken anything.
And so, in the middle of the night, the two of them were detained and put through a battery of tests.
Street racing came with risks. Think twice before speeding.
Value your life. Drive safely.
By the time the results came back, it was well past midnight. No drugs, no drunk driving-just a plain case of being out of his mind.
Pei Hang's license was revoked, his car was impounded, and he was given twelve penalty points.
That finally taught the boy to behave.
The two of them sat through over an hour of road safety education from the officers. By the time they were released, dawn was almost breaking.
Pei Hang probably felt a little embarrassed, so he said nothing.
After all, the soul inside his body