43: Trustworthy (Thank you for your support!)

The supercar started, its sleek body lines piercing the air, and in the blink of an eye, it was speeding down the street, turning into a streak of fluorescent light.

Jiang Feng only felt a powerful push against his back for an instant, as if his tongue was about to be flung into his throat, but the very next second, powerful braking force caused the seatbelt to tighten frantically around his chest, the motor retracting to strap him firmly to the chair.

He felt his eyeballs bulging, as if the acid in his stomach was about to be squeezed out, and when he turned his head, he happened to see the lines of the dress on Molly being pressed out, those incredibly stunning curves that were hard to believe.

He only remembered the chaotic flashes before his eyes, and then, somehow, he appeared on the overpass.

His brain stung; his body, having never experienced such drastic speed changes, instantly burned through a large amount of energy, leaving him sore all over.

On the overpass, the supercar sped to three hundred kilometers per hour, and everything before his eyes seemed to have turned into some kind of afterimage.

This was much faster than the day he drove Old Liu and his family to the hospital.

This was much faster than the day he left the hospital and was chased by a Public Security Bureau vehicle.

'I haven't even gone over two hundred before, three hundred? Isn't this a joke?'

Jiang Feng gripped the handle tightly, his eyes unblinking, and he found that he gradually adapted, the afterimages before him turning into clear motion, and those things that flashed by gradually revealed their true essence.

They were cars, a large number of them, dense, flying cars!

Taking a deep breath, that chilling sensation that shot up from his tailbone with a "squeak" was an unstoppable panic.

It wasn't the fear of speed, but the fear that such speed was in someone else's hands.

"Relax, Mechanic." Molly jerked the steering wheel, and the supercar almost drove on its side through the gap between two trucks.

"You weren't this nervous when you were killing people."

Jiang Feng rolled his eyes and thought to himself: 'I don't die when I kill people, but with you driving like this, it's not certain if I'll die or not...'

In the rearview mirror, several modified motorcycles suddenly appeared—not the flying motorcycles of the Iron Hand Gang, but racing motorcycles.

The riders wore skull masks, and in the blink of an eye, they broke through the three-hundred-kilometer-per-hour speed barrier again.

Several streaks of light overtook them, then eased off the throttle to slow down, making "bleh" noises at Molly inside the car.

"Bikers!" A dangerous light suddenly erupted in Molly's eyes.

"Provocation? You asked for it!" She sneered: "Hold on tight!"

Without needing her reminder, Jiang Feng looked at the female driver who had developed road rage, feeling timid for the first time.

'Damn it, how did I end up with someone like this!'

The supercar accelerated instantly, and Molly quickly pulled over; at high speed, the tail of the car swept across, instantly slamming into a motorcycle.

The rider didn't have time to dodge; the motorcycle shuddered, throwing him more than ten meters into the air.

With a "bang," he crashed into a road sign, merging into one with it.

"Hahaha!" Molly was incredibly delighted, but Noli, who was following in the car behind, looked very grim.

"Ms. Molly! Be careful!" Her voice came through the wristband, but was turned off by Molly the next moment.

Seeing this, most of the bikers lost their nerve, hurriedly swerving or slowing down, and some even huddled together to exit the overpass, but there were still two motorcycles that wouldn't give up until they saw the coffin, even unscrewing their bottle caps to splash water at Molly.

Jiang Feng secretly thought it was bad, and sure enough, Molly's pupils instantly contracted, and her fingers began to tremble.

The supercar emitted a roar on the verge of collapse, and in the next second, it shot forward over a hundred meters, slamming hard into the tail of the motorcycle.

The motorcycle wobbled, crashed into the guardrail with a boom, and shattered into a cloud of dust.

The last motorcycle saw the situation was bad and wanted to let off the throttle and brake, but his actions were actually anticipated by Molly; the woman pursed her lips tightly, and the car tail actually swept slightly at high speed.

With another collision, the motorcycle was swept off the guardrail, falling from a height of dozens of meters, disappearing from sight.

Molly finally slowed down, her chest heaving, her fair neck covered in fine sweat.

Jiang Feng turned his head to look, and couldn't help but feel his heart rate accelerate.

Molly slowed down and merged into the flow of traffic; she turned her head, her gaze slightly lowered, and the corners of her mouth curled into a dangerous arc.

"Not bad, the tent is quite spacious."

Jiang Feng said nothing, maintaining a cold and rigid facial expression.

Molly had no psychological burden whatsoever for having done something "naughty," and her gaze towards Jiang Feng became even softer.

'This bad boy, he really is a normal man, which means...'

'He just has strong principles, not that he's impenetrable.'

Molly's thoughts changed rapidly: 'Calm under pressure, self-disciplined, able to resist temptation, capable, cautious in his actions, honest—how could so many traits be concentrated in one person?'

'If this bad boy is truly consistent inside and out, then no matter what, I must get him in my grasp!'

'As long as he can submit and be loyal to me, I won't just have Noli to rely on; I can use the two of them as the core to build my own base, and the test my mother gave me will become easier, and only then can I inherit everything she left me!'

As she thought about this, her gaze towards Jiang Feng continued to shift.

Jiang Feng watched the scenery outside the window, his thoughts drifting away from Molly, as the thrilling scenes from just moments ago seemed to still be flashing before his eyes.

'That was a bit exciting.' Jiang Feng took a deep breath internally and blinked: 'When can we do that again?'

He was stunned by his own deep inner thoughts; he hadn't expected himself to have such a wild side!

At the exit of the overpass, the sound of sirens approached from afar.

Three Public Security Bureau patrol cars surrounded the exit; what they were about to do was obvious.

But when the officers saw the fluorescent pink supercar, they rubbed their eyes, and immediately after, they saw that familiar heavy flying vehicle, which was even better equipped than the equipment of the "Anti-Terrorism Mobile Unit" in the Public Security Bureau.

"Damn! It's her..."

"We're screwed, I told you, why would they send just us!"

"It's too late to move the cars, what do we do?"

"Turn around, quickly, quick, quick!"

Several officers holding pulse pistols stood at the blockade line, all turning their heads away to look at the trash cans by the side of the road.

They rummaged through them with very serious expressions, as if there was some important evidence in the trash cans.

Jiang Feng's eyes sharpened; he had gained a deeper insight into Molly and the forces behind her.

Staring at her side profile, Jiang Feng said calmly: "You are a crazy woman."

"That's just the beginning." Molly licked her lips: "We're almost there."

In the parking lot, Molly cut the power to the engine, the car landed steadily, and she finally made up her mind, though her eyes avoided Jiang Feng.

"The ones who attacked you were the Iron Hand Gang."

Jiang Feng was not surprised; he curled his lip: "Tsk tsk, I thought you had already talked to them."

"I did!" Molly immediately turned her head, wrinkling her nose.

"Brother Tang definitely understands the big picture; I suspect some of his subordinates are dissatisfied. The Iron Hand Gang is currently divided into 'radicals' and 'conservatives,' and the two sides are fighting fiercely, neither willing to submit to the other."

"Then how do you know it was the Iron Hand Gang that attacked me? Not fugitives?" Jiang Feng asked again.

"These fugitives are desperate to join the Iron Hand Gang. If it wasn't instigated by the Iron Hand Gang, they would be too busy lying low to attack you, someone they have no grudge against."

Molly sighed: "Regardless, I didn't handle things thoroughly this time; I owe you one."

Jiang Feng saw through her trick at a glance; debt of gratitude is indeed the best way to bring people closer together.

"If you help me get my documents, we'll call it even." Jiang Feng shrugged, immune to both soft and hard tactics.

"What I owe you is what I owe you..." Molly smiled slyly: "But when I pay it back, that's for me to decide!"

"Tch..." Jiang Feng shook his head and chuckled.