In the early hours of the morning, a black Phantom sports car raced along the coastal road.
The man inside looked perfectly calm, without even a hand on the steering wheel.
A line of text was displayed on the car's electronic screen-autopilot engaged.
The man removed his silver wig and pulled off his mask, revealing a harmless-looking baby face.
He picked up his phone, cleared his throat, and pressed the video button to record the situation inside the car.
"Reporting in, superstar. Evidence collected. Current findings: the brakes are extremely loose. They're practically useless!" His voice was deep and raspy, completely at odds with his appearance.
"Then what do we do now? I told you to just film the evidence inside the car, but you insisted on driving it! Now you can't get out!" The young man's anxious voice came through his earpiece.
The man opened the passenger-side window. In the silver-white sports car beside him sat Song Yunxing and two bodyguards who were retired special forces soldiers.
"Tch, a little problem like this isn't going to stump me. Shen Yanci pays me a million a year. If I couldn't even collect this much evidence, he'd fire my ass."
The man opened the driver-side window and slipped beneath the car like a nimble snake.
Song Yunxing was dumbfounded. You could actually do that?!
Five minutes earlier, the elevator had stopped on the twelfth floor.
Song Yunxing ran to the bodyguards' room and rang the doorbell frantically.
The table inside the suite was piled with sunflower seed shells and playing cards. Clearly, the bodyguards had been hanging out and having fun after work.
After he explained everything that had happened, the hired bodyguards were about to rush out when a baby-faced young man inside the room blocked their way.
The young