Chen Haobei moved his hands even faster, running two red lights in succession and weaving through traffic, hoping to pull away with his familiarity with the city streets.
But no matter how he changed lanes or accelerated, that silver-gray shadow kept following just behind and to his side at an unhurried pace, clinging to him like a festering sore. Sweat gradually beaded at his temples.
As he neared West City Commercial Street, a congested intersection appeared ahead. The light had just turned from green to red. Chen Haobei gritted his teeth and floored the accelerator, charging straight through and squeezing past two cars crossing his path, making pedestrians along the roadside scream.
He glanced in the rearview mirror, thinking Yun Che would surely have to stop at the red light. To his surprise, the silver-gray Bentley charged through right behind him, its body skimming past his rear bumper. In just a few seconds, it took the lead and firmly blocked his route.
"Impossible! He could keep up even with that?"
Chen Haobei's eyes widened in shock. Unable to believe what he was seeing, he could only grit his teeth and floor the accelerator, racing toward the finish with everything he had.
But when they reached the entrance to the plot, Yun Che still braked and came to a steady stop first, beating him by nearly ten full seconds.
Chen Haobei pushed open his door and walked over to Yun Che, panting heavily. Looking at the two utterly composed people, he could not help giving them a thumbs-up.
"I concede. Young Master Chi really wasn't wrong. Your driving skills are incredible. Here's the transfer contract for the second plot. As agreed, it's yours now."
Yun Che took the contract and handed it to Yuezheng Xiangling. Chen Haobei came up beside Yun