Chapter 107: An Unexpected Rescue of a Damsel

With the other party’s apology being so sincere, Lin Yu found it difficult to continue being unforgiving. He spoke with nonchalance, "It's fine, it's a small matter."

He then glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist and realized it was getting late; the concert was about to end. "Picking up my wife, I'm off," he said.

Watching him leave, Liu Jiaoyang let out a quiet sigh of relief and bragged, "Hailong, did you see that? That is what a top-tier scion in Bincheng looks like. I’ve only had the fortune to see him once before. If you had actually hit him today, you wouldn't have been able to survive in this city anymore."

"I really owe you one. This Brother Yu character... he truly has a different aura from typical street thugs. He carries a certain weight," Wang Hailong said, sounding grateful.

From then on, Liu Jiaoyang began to spout nonsense, singing Lin Yu’s praises. In his version of events, Lin Yu had been elevated to someone in Bincheng who could crush anyone he pleased.

Of course, this was all mere speculation based on Zhang Yang’s attitude. Wang Hailong, Wang Hao, and the others grew increasingly fearful as they listened, thinking that one cannot fight against the powerful—especially when they were nothing more than insignificant nobodies themselves.

Under the gaze of the group of thugs, Lin Yu walked slowly out of the rather chaotic game hall with a cigarette dangling from his lips. He crossed the street and headed toward the exit of the VIP section.

The sky was pitch black by now, but the area around the stadium was brilliantly lit by floodlights.

When Lin Yu reached the exit, the fans inside the stadium were chanting in unison, "Jinxiu! Jinxiu! One more song, Jinxiu!"

Surmising that the concert wasn't over yet, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and began to smoke.

As he stood there smoking and lost in thought, he suddenly saw a dark shadow sprinting down the fire escape. Behind this figure, five or six men, noticeably larger in build, were in hot pursuit, trailing by about twenty meters.

*Am I witnessing a robbery?* That was Lin Yu’s first reaction.

The next moment, the shadow bolted directly toward him, crying out, "Help!"

From the voice, it was clear that this was a frail woman. The five or six men in black behind her were shouting for her to stop.

Before Lin Yu could react, the woman reached him, grabbed his arm, and urged him to run with her.

As they took off together, Lin Yu noticed that the woman was wearing heavy, colorful makeup, including dark green eyeshadow. Despite the look, she was quite attractive.

"Help, save me!" the woman said weakly while Lin Yu was busy observing her.

Hearing her plea and looking back at the men in black—who were now only ten meters away and clearly not the good guys—Lin Yu decided to play the hero.

"Come on, follow me!" Lin Yu grabbed the woman’s hand and prepared to run toward the game hall, thinking that with so many people there, he could handle the five or six pursuers easily.

"No, run that way!" The woman shook her head, bit her lower lip, and pointed toward a red Ferrari parked on the side of the road.

"Wow, now that’s a nice car," Lin Yu couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the Ferrari.

"You drive!" As Lin Yu was running and praising the car, the woman furrowed her brows and shoved the car keys into his hand.

Lin Yu quickly jumped into the driver's seat, and the woman nimbly opened the side door and sat in the passenger seat.

"Quick, drive! They’re catching up!" she urged urgently.

In truth, she didn't need to say it; Lin Yu had already seen the group sprinting toward them in the rearview mirror. To his horror, he saw one of the men in black reach into his coat and pull out a handgun.

"Oh no, a gun!"

This realization was a massive shock. Lin Yu, who had initially treated this escape like a game, suddenly felt a chill run through him. When the men were only five or six meters away, he finally managed to shift into gear and slammed his foot down on the gas pedal.

He immediately regretted it, as this car was nothing like the sedans he had driven before. The red Ferrari shot forward like a rocket.

At that moment, Lin Yu could clearly feel his body being pushed back; if not for the seat, he would have been thrown from the car.

Even so, an intense rush of adrenaline surged through him. Speeding down the street, Lin Yu felt a thrill akin to playing a video game.

Yet, he knew full well that this was no game, and his anxiety was intense. With that one touch of the pedal, the Ferrari’s speed had climbed to about 150 kilometers per hour within ten seconds. On a street at night, this was incredibly dangerous; one wrong move and he would surely hit someone.

Fortunately, the concertgoers hadn't left the stadium yet, or there would have been a catastrophe.

Fortunately, the stadium was in a relatively remote part of Bincheng, so the streets were sparsely populated with vehicles at night, with only a few passing by occasionally.

At the same time, around the corner ahead of them, Liu Jiaoyang was driving his newly purchased Passat B5, taking Wang Hailong and two beauties for a joyride. Because there was a red light ahead, they were parked, chatting about nightclubs.

"Look, that red car, it’s so fast!" the attractive girl in the passenger seat suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"What’s the fuss about?" Liu Jiaoyang replied nonchalantly, then turned to look.

He saw a flash of red lightning streak past. In the blur, he felt the driver looked somewhat familiar, but the car was moving too fast for him to be sure.

"Damn! Isn't that guy driving Lin Yu? A top scion is a top scion—he is just so damn cool," Wang Hailong, sitting in the back, suddenly shouted in amazement.

"Is it really Lin Yu? You can see that clearly at such a speed?" Liu Jiaoyang asked skeptically, failing to notice that the red light ahead had turned green.

"Of course I saw him! I was a sniper in the army; my eyesight is ten times better than the average person's!" Wang Hailong boasted, not forgetting to grope the blonde girl sitting next to him.

"Wow, that black car is also so fast!" the blonde girl, whose thigh was being touched, shouted with wide eyes.

Sure enough, a black Mercedes was also speeding by. Seeing this, Liu Jiaoyang showed off, "See that? This is the favorite game of top-tier scions: street racing! It’s just so damn cool to watch!"

At his words, the others looked on with envy.

They had no idea that at that moment, Lin Yu was feeling completely overwhelmed. The fastest he had ever driven before was 130 km/h, and now that the Ferrari had accelerated to 180 km/h, he felt he was losing control, facing the constant danger of a fatal crash.

"Faster, go faster, they're catching up!" As Lin Yu felt his adrenaline spiking, the woman beside him urged him on.

He looked in the rearview mirror and saw, sure enough, a black Mercedes in hot pursuit.

*If I go any faster, the probability of a crash increases, but if I slow down, I’ll be caught. What do I do? To run into something like this... I really am unlucky.* Seeing someone pull a gun, Lin Yu felt trapped in a dilemma.

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared on the street ahead, looking like a young man.

"Oh no!" Lin Yu’s heart jumped into his throat.