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Not only the dump truck behind, but also the two trucks on the sides, all attacking from the same direction, as if determined to flatten Song Beiyou's car in the middle.

Song Beiyou's fatigue completely disappeared at that moment.

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, looked out the window through the rearview mirror, and a fierce aura emanated from him.

She hadn't been back in the capital for long, but many people wanted to kill her.

I wonder who sent this person today.

I floored the accelerator with my right foot, ready to play guerrilla warfare with them.

It was only when they accelerated that they realized something was wrong with this group of people.

The drivers of the dump trucks were acting like they didn't care about their lives, completely ignoring the road and the process, their only thought was to kill Song Beiyou and his truck.

At that moment, Song Beiyou suddenly realized something and uttered two words: "Death warrior".

Yes, they are suicide squads.

Only a suicide squad would risk their life to kill someone.

They were only concerned with completing this one deal, earning one last sum of money for their surviving family members, and then dying peacefully.

Realizing this, Song Beiyou became even more vigilant.

Gritting his teeth, he prepared to escape death at this critical moment.

The next moment, something happened that made Song Beiyou realize his life was threatened: a strong smell of gasoline wafted in from outside the car.

Oops!

If I'm not mistaken, these suicide bombers want to detonate the dump truck.

This then caused the explosion that killed her car and herself.

That was indeed their intention. They had given a huge reward to their families, and their only purpose in coming here tonight was to take Song Beiyou to hell with them.

Success is just around the corner. The few assassins who arrived were controlling the dump truck while revealing eerie smiles.

......

A minute later, several loud bangs echoed one after another on this grand new street in Beijing.

"Bang bang bang!"

Along with the loud bang came a raging fire and thick white smoke.

Fire trucks, police cars, ambulances... all sorts of noises mingled together, indicating a very urgent and dire situation.

People in the surrounding area are living in fear.

The news quickly spread throughout the capital.

It was during a leisurely time after meals, and everyone was discussing how many people had died in such a dramatic car accident.

Will anyone survive inside?

After the fire was extinguished, the owner of the vehicle was quickly identified using big data analysis.

The dump truck drivers are all criminals who have been on the run for years.

The owner of the black supercar is Jia Buxiu, the grandson of Jia Xiuping, a famous young nobleman in Beijing and a master of Chinese classical studies.

Jia Buxiu was notified and came.

He had no idea what was going on, but he knew that the car was one he had bought for Song Beiyou.

Instantly, upon seeing the car burned down to its frame, she burst into loud sobs.

"Ah~

Ah!

My dear Youyou, You~

Song Beiyou, where are you? Get out here right now!

Song Beiyou!

We agreed that I would be your bridesmaid at your wedding!

Song Beiyou..."

Jia Buxiu tried to rush into the sea of ​​people and fire, but was held firmly by the rescue team.

Whether it was due to a leak at the scene or something else, personal information related to this car accident was leaked.

Before long, the whole capital knew that the person driving that private car was Song Beiyou.

Song family.

Apart from Uncle Chen, who was standing on the sidelines secretly sobbing, wiping away tears and snot, everything was unusually quiet.

Madam Song looked preoccupied, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Su Jingxian's expression was serious, and after pursing her lips, she whispered, "This child has a hard life."

"I'll find a master to properly perform a ritual for her soul later."

Song He'an probably didn't have any feelings for Song Beiyou, as he remained calm throughout.

Song Nanwan was quite heartbroken, but when no one was looking, the triumphant smile on her lips was not too obvious.

She was holding a phone in her hand.

There was a message from Master Mingyuan on the screen: "Wanwan, don't worry, just wait to become the future mistress of the Qin family. Mom will take care of the rest for you."

I assure you, Song Beiyou will definitely not survive until today.

This is the third time Song Nanwan has tried to kill Song Beiyou. The previous two times she was unsure of herself, but this time is different.

The news reported that Jia Buxiu was crying so bitterly and realistically at the scene of the car accident; there's no doubt about it.

After feeling so stifled for so long, I finally feel much better.

Qin family.

The TV was showing news about the car accident that happened tonight.

Duan Yuan sat on the sofa in the main seat, glanced at the TV, then at her two children beside her, completely puzzled.

Qin Shuhao looked completely dejected.

Qin Shuyao kept crying, sobbing and shouting, "Waaah, why is my life so miserable?"

I just became your idol, how could you bear to leave me alone?

Am I so unlucky that you left me at such a young age?

Duan Yuan knew that Song Beiyou had saved her and her brother today, but she couldn't understand how their personalities had changed so quickly.

The Duan family's old residence.

Someone else cried even more than Qin Shuyao.

Old Madam Duan and Duan Yu were simply amazing.

Both of them were sobbing uncontrollably, their breaths slurred, and they just leaned against the sofa without saying a word.

I kept calling Duan Yao, but unfortunately, his phone was either switched off or he didn't answer.

In their view, the sky had completely fallen.

The group of old friends from Qingshuihe were also in a hurry, packing their bags on this cold autumn and early winter night, just to get to Beijing as soon as possible.

Upon their arrival, they first sought out Jia Buxiu to understand the situation before heading directly to the Song family to confront them.

The Song family could hardly bear being criticized by so many important figures; it was completely beyond their control.

I had no idea that Song Beiyou knew so many people, and each one of them was incredibly powerful.

For a moment, Song Nanwan wanted to come out and make her presence known, to soothe everyone's feelings, but one of them accidentally spat a mouthful of phlegm in her face, disgusting her so much that she was driven back away.

......

This late night was destined to be extraordinary.

Inside a high-performance minivan, a girl urged the boy driving in front, "Yan Ge, drive faster! Miss Song has a back injury; I felt her clothes were torn open."

"Strictly speaking, little sister, have you called Third Master yet?"

In the dead of winter, "it was done."

Yan Ge firmly gripped the steering wheel and maintained a steady speed.

Yan Dong looked at Song Beiyou lying next to her and asked, "Miss Song, can you hold on?"

Song Beiyou gritted his teeth, "Okay, I won't die."

My back is a little burning.

Half an hour earlier, just before the car was about to explode, she jumped out.

Due to gravity, she rolled several times after jumping out of the car.

On the last lap, the dump truck and her own sports car exploded right before her eyes.

She ducked down in time, but she still couldn't avoid being hit hard in the back.

Then, just as she saw the fire about to spread to her side, she got up and tried to escape to a safe place.

Just then, Yan Dong and his sister Yan Ge appeared in their car.

Yan Dong got out of the car and carried her in a princess carry, saying, "Miss Song, get in the car."