Old Driver

Suburbs of Dachang City.

A helicopter flew away into the distance.

This is Wang Xiaoming's private jet.

However, Wang Xiaoming was in a terrible mood today, worse than ever before, because his younger brother, Wang Xiaoqiang, had died.

Watching helplessly as his good-for-nothing younger brother was killed by Yang Jian filled him with both anger and a profound sense of powerlessness.

"Why didn't you ask me for help sooner? Why didn't you listen to me from the beginning? Why couldn't you just be a good-for-nothing rich kid? Why did you have to start some kind of club and even hire someone to kill? You've made such a big mistake, how am I supposed to save you? How am I supposed to save you?"

Sitting in the helicopter, Wang Xiaoming clenched his fists tightly. Despite his best efforts to suppress his emotions, the death of his loved ones still filled him with grief and indignation.

But he did not choose to retaliate against Yang Jian.

Wang Xiaoming knew that he couldn't kill an official just because his brother was a criminal.

If he does that, it will only cause greater losses.

The death of his younger brother, Wang Xiaoqiang, will only make Dachang City better in the future.

Responsibility, reason, and familial affection clashed, causing Wang Xiaoming immense inner turmoil.

The envoy accompanying them on the helicopter dared not speak at that moment.

They knew Professor Wang was in a very bad mood, so they decided not to disturb him.

"Professor, something seems amiss outside."

At that moment, the observer in the passenger seat suddenly spoke up, "Look at the sky outside, it's getting dark quite quickly. It's only a little before four in the afternoon. In Dachang City, it's summer at this time of year, the sun should still be very strong, this shouldn't be happening."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaoming looked up and glanced out the window.

Through the clear glass window, he could clearly see the sky outside gradually darkening.

This gloom wasn't the kind that comes after dark, but rather a kind of haze covering the entire city. The haze seemed to have an eerie bluish-black hue, like the bruises on a corpse that had been dead for many days, carrying a cold and eerie atmosphere.

Moreover, as the helicopter flew further forward, the distance from Dachang City did not increase; the helicopter seemed to be spinning in place, never actually flying out of the area.

"Is it foggy?" the accompanying staff member asked, puzzled.

"This isn't fog, it's a paranormal event. Don't fly any further, we can't get out. Go straight back to Dachang City and contact Headquarters to report the situation," Wang Xiaoming said. "Where's my phone?"

"Here."

The accompanying person quickly pulled out a gold-colored GPS-enabled mobile phone.

Wang Xiaoming immediately dialed the number. "There's a situation in Dachang City. Li Jun, you need to come over and bring the ghost candle."

"Okay, I'll get started right away."

A calm voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Professor Wang, the minister's private plane has been connected," the communications officer reported.

Wang Xiaoming answered the phone again, "Minister, it's me, Wang Xiaoming."

"Professor Wang, are you still in Dachang City?"

The voice of the head of the Ghost Tamer Headquarters came from the other end of the phone.

"Yes, it's still within the territory of Dachang City. My personal deduction is that it's a major paranormal event. The helicopter has now been caught up in it and can't fly away from Dachang City. I suggest you immediately quarantine the entire city. I've sent Li Jun here. I hope it's just a false alarm, otherwise, I might very well die here," Wang Xiaoming said.

"Okay, I understand. I'll arrange it immediately," the minister said.

Inside the main conference room at this moment.

Upon hearing this communication, everyone's heart sank.

"Damn it, how did Professor Wang get dragged into this? Isn't this just making things worse?"

"We must find a way to rescue Professor Wang; his importance surpasses that of an entire city."

"At all costs."

Various sounds came from inside the meeting room.

However, everyone agreed that Professor Wang must be rescued.

Meanwhile, in Dachang City...

Yang Jian was sitting in a taxi on his way back to Xiaoqiang Club.

"It's not my imagination, the sky outside is getting increasingly strange."

He looked out the car window at the sky and immediately frowned.

A dark blue aura, like smog, covered the sky, and the lights in the entire city began to dim rapidly.

A chilling, eerie atmosphere seemed to permeate the air.

This feeling is exactly like facing a paranormal event.

"Driver, could you drive a little faster? I have urgent business to attend to and need to get back quickly," Yang Jian said immediately, turning his gaze away.

The taxi driver said, "No, no, there are traffic officers at several intersections ahead. If I accidentally speed, my car will be impounded immediately."

"In that case, let me drive," Yang Jian. "I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."

"You? That's even worse. Last time I handed the steering wheel to a young man your age, and he sped off at 200 mph, almost flying into the sky and standing shoulder to shoulder with the sun," the driver said. "Young people these days are all too reckless. Don't rush, young man, it'll only take ten or twenty minutes, it won't make a difference."

Yang Jian, "I am Ghost Tamer and I have urgent business. Could you please do me this favor? This is my identification."

He showed his documents to the driver.

"I've seen ID cards before, I've looked at them countless times. Nobody looks like you. This is a fake ID, isn't it? It's illegal. Don't take it out to play around with in the future," the driver kindly reminded him.

Yang Jian slammed the pistol against the ID: "This isn't fake, is it?"

"Model kits, fifteen yuan each, I've bought them before," the driver said.

Yang Jian was speechless for a moment.

If it weren't for the situation outside, why would he bother saying so much nonsense?

"Bang!"

The next moment, a gunshot rang out beside him, startling the driver so much he almost jumped up.

"No time to explain, drive fast. I'm here, I won't deduct points or fine you, as long as you don't cause an accident." Yang Jian put the pistol back out the window.

"Holy crap, the real thing? Young man, you really Ghost Tamer! Sorry for rudeness earlier," the driver said.

"Brother Ghost Tamer, you must be chasing some criminal in such a hurry. I, Old Wang, have been driving for twenty years, and today it's finally my turn to shine. Buckle up, I'm going to show you what a true racing legend of Dachang City looks like." The driver grinned excitedly.

Then depress the clutch, shift gears, then press the accelerator, and then depress the clutch again and shift gears.

The whole process was completed in one go, with skillful coordination between hands and feet. In an instant, it sped up to seventh gear, reaching a speed of over 100 miles per hour in the shortest amount of time, and it was still increasing.

The sudden increase in speed brought a strong sense of being pushed back, making you feel like you were about to fly out of the car.

"Can a taxi really go that fast?" Yang Jian asked, somewhat surprised.

Old Wang sneered, "Twenty years of my secret stash of money, where do you think I spent it? On the surface, this is a taxi, but in reality, it has the performance of a race car. If I weren't afraid of being discovered because the modifications were too obvious and failing the annual inspection, I would have already installed a nitrous oxide acceleration system. I dare say that no car in the entire Dachang City can outrun me. I heard from other taxi drivers that a supercar once sped up to 100 km/h in a second on this stretch of road. I watched the video my friend took, and that car's performance is nothing special."

"Although that supercar is very fast, it's very heavy in the front. I admit I can't keep up when it's going straight, but when it comes to curves, I have to brake lightly and understeer. If I brake too hard, the car will be top-heavy and flip over. Unless he can overcome this problem, he can't beat my taxi."

"You're right, he crashed his car and died. I just came from there to handle that case." Yang Jian, "You didn't crash your car, did you?"

Car overturned?

"Brother Ghost Tamer, are you kidding me? I'm a driving god. I've been driving for half my life and never crashed. When I was young, I competed with all the heroes in the world, and I even won my wife. Now, although people call me an old driver, my skills have always been at their peak and have never declined."

As he spoke, Old Wang floored the accelerator, pushing the speed to its limit.

"How was it? Did it feel terrifying, making you gasp in shock?"

Yang Jian, "It's alright, but it's still far slower than mine."

"Looks like I'll have to show you my real skills. See that bend over there? I'll show you what a drift into a bend looks like," Old Wang said.

"Maybe we shouldn't. I feel your car is a bit unstable; it's started making creaking noises. Is it going to flip over?"

"That's just normal tire noise, it's nothing to worry about, trust me this once," Old Wang said.

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Yang Jian felt that this experienced driver simply wanted to drift; he wouldn't take that route back at all.