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Upon seeing the taxi successfully breach the defense, he dared not relax for a moment. He immediately contacted the system in his mind and asked anxiously, "Are there any streets that can be easily breached?"

The system message reads: "Automatic navigation is selecting a suitable route for you, please wait."

Cheng Yi frowned even more deeply, knowing that every second of waiting could plunge them back into dire straits.

Fortunately, after a short while, guided by the system, the taxi nimbly navigated the intricate streets, turning left and right like a nimble fish.

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground; every turn was a life-or-death test of speed.

But thanks to Cheng Yi's superb driving skills and the system's coordination, they broke through several intersections in succession, sped all the way, and finally arrived at the South Station.

Cheng looked up at the clock tower, where the huge pendulum swung methodically, and the large characters on the clock tower stood out prominently in the sunlight.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had finally seen the end of a long journey.

At this moment, he was filled with relief. It seemed that with the help of this magical system, breaking through these barriers was only a matter of time. The light of hope was rekindled in his eyes.

System prompt: The automatic navigation system is correcting the route. There are fourteen gang members ahead, blocking the road in four vehicles. The system can use automatic driving to clear the obstacles in your road. Do you want to confirm this route?

Don't worry, system, I'll definitely listen to your suggestions.

The taxi charged toward the cordon like an angry bull.

As it approached the blockade formed by the first two vehicles, its speed did not decrease at all. With a loud bang, it crashed into the junction of the two vehicles like a cannonball, creating a gaping, menacing gash.

The car body shook violently from the impact, but this was just the beginning.

Then, the taxi quickly reversed, the tires screeching on the ground like a defiant roar at an enemy.

Just as the gang members were shouting and crowding around, the taxi's engine roared deafeningly, its speed instantly reaching its limit, and the entire vehicle began to spin in place with astonishing force.

The immense impact was like the scythe of death, mercilessly sweeping across the surrounding enemies.

Seven or eight gang members were swept away like fragile pieces of paper. Their bodies arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, the sounds of breaking bones and painful screams echoing in the tense air.

However, the taxis did not stop there.

It charged forward again like an arrow released from a bow, its target the defensive line formed by the two cars behind it.

With a "boom," it smashed open another gap, successfully breaking through this blockade.

Immediately afterwards, the taxi quickly reversed, and at that moment, two gang members, oblivious to their impending doom, chased after it. In an instant, the taxi mercilessly ran over them, and the two unfortunate men didn't even have time to scream before being dragged under the wheels.

The taxi seemed to be in a frenzy, and charged forward again with all its might.

This time, accompanied by a metallic twisting sound and a crash, it successfully overturned a car, and the huge impact also sent two gang members flying like rag dolls.

After doing all this, the taxi sped away from the scene like a runaway horse, leaving behind only a mess and painful groans.

After the remaining gang members trembled as they reported the tragic outcome, Young Master Qin turned ashen with rage and slammed his phone to the ground.

The phone shattered instantly, just like his fragmented plan, but his anger burned like a raging fire, growing ever stronger in the face of this defeat.

"Chase them! All of you, chase after them! I refuse to believe that a thousand of us can't catch those two arrogant fools."

Young Master Qin's face was contorted with rage, his eyes burning with fury. "Furthermore, my cousin has blocked off all the roads from the West District to the East District. I want to see what they can do. Do they think they can fly or disappear into the ground?"

A man beside him looked worried and whispered, "Young Master Qin, this matter has blown up too much. Once we catch them, let's hurry back to the Northeast."

Young Master Qin suddenly turned his head, glared at the man, and said fiercely, "Do you need to tell me? Don't I know perfectly well?"

At this moment, another man put down his phone and walked over quickly, looking slightly anxious: "Young Master Qin, I've already taken care of the traffic control. As long as they return to Dongcheng, Guangqumen Bridge is their only route, and we can definitely intercept them there. However, the people there said that even if they don't go that way, we still have to pay them."

Young Master Qin scoffed dismissively: "I have plenty of money, just give it to him. Tonight, even if it means paralyzing the entire capital's traffic, I won't hesitate."

"At worst, I'll just go back to Northeast China tomorrow. Hmph, they dare mess with me? Those two wretched women, do they really think I'll just swallow this insult just because they married into Hong Kong? I'll teach them a lesson for offending me."

Just then, a man rushed in, his face beaming with excitement, and said, "Young Master Qin, I just got a call. We've cornered them at the South Station, and our men are chasing them. Once they get to Yuting Bridge, they'll be trapped like turtles in a jar, with no chance of escape."

"Good!" Young Master Qin shouted, a sinister smile appearing on his face. The smile looked particularly sinister under the light, as if he could already see his prey struggling in his hands.

However, in a hidden corner completely unknown to him, a camera, like a silent guardian, was precisely recording everything that was happening here. The flashing red dot seemed to be the eye of fate, spying on every detail of this crazy operation.

System notification: Punisher, your enemies are trying to force you onto the overpass and then ambush you. Do you want to enter the Jade Dragonfly Bridge?

System, if I get inside, is there any possibility of escape?

System notification: Unless the Punisher uses their "Car God" and "Driving Skills" to make their mount leap from the overpass across the 30-meter-long moat and land outside the Guangqumen Bridge tollbooth. (This is all made up; please don't believe it.)

System, I'll hand over all command to you. All you have to do is let me fly over there.

System notification: Punisher, rest assured, this will consume 10 points of system energy.

It's nothing, here you go.

System prompt: The system's autopilot is activated. To prevent the punisher from being frightened, you may choose to close your eyes and rest.

Cheng Yi's gaze turned serious as he turned to the two women in the back seat who had covered their heads with their clothes and shouted, "Listen up! In a little while, our car will be flying over the overpass. Now, quickly curl up your bodies and hold on tightly to each other. Don't let go!"

His voice was steady and powerful, giving people an unquestionable sense of trust in this tense atmosphere.

Upon hearing this, the two women did not hesitate at all, quickly curling their bodies into a ball, like two frightened hedgehogs.

Their arms were tightly intertwined, as if each other were a lifeline in the raging storm, and they unconsciously tightened their grip to alleviate their fear.

The taxi sped up the Jade Dragonfly Bridge like a cheetah in full throttle.

As soon as we got on the bridge, I floored the accelerator, and the car instantly sped up to its top speed, hurtling across the bridge like an arrow.

The intense push-back sensation felt like an invisible hand pressing down hard on Cheng Yi's body, causing his heart to race and a primal fear to well up from the bottom of his heart.

Meanwhile, under the Yuting Bridge, more than twenty cars were neatly lined up, like a well-trained army, ready for battle.

As soon as the taxis got onto the bridge, they started up in an orderly fashion and chased after Cheng Yi's taxi at a steady speed.

The headlights of those vehicles gleamed coldly in the night, like the fierce glint in the eyes of a pack of hungry wolves.

Under the Guangqumen Bridge, there were also more than twenty vehicles waiting at the bridgehead like steel guardians.

They stood there silently, like a large net waiting for its prey to walk into it, ready to trap Cheng Yi completely once his taxi appeared.

Inside the taxi, there was a deathly silence, not a sound to be heard except for the rumbling of the engine, like a heavy war drum, and the whistling of the wind whistling through the car body, as if death itself was whispering in their ear, making the atmosphere inside the car even more tense and oppressive.

The car drove tirelessly for a long time. Cheng Yi, drowsy from the bumpy ride, kept his eyes closed. He didn't know how much time had passed, but he finally felt a little bored and slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was a familiar yet thrilling scene: the car I was in had already crossed the Guangming Bridge and was speeding towards the Guangqumen Bridge.

As the taxi climbed higher and higher along the curve of the overpass, Cheng Yi's heart was also in his throat.

He involuntarily took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale all his courage into his lungs, then closed his eyes nervously, anxiously awaiting his unknown fate.

In an instant, Cheng Yi felt as if his entire body had suddenly lost the restraint of gravity, a feeling that was both extremely strange and terrifying.

In that brief moment, a horrifying image flashed through his mind: the taxi, like an out-of-control meteor, crashed through the overpass railing and plummeted straight down into the moat ahead.

However, just as the taxi reached its limit due to inertia and speed, and was about to plunge into the abyss, a miracle occurred.

The taxi's engine roared again, and the accelerator was slammed to the floor. The powerful engine, like a beast awakening, unleashed an extremely strong push-back sensation.

The force was so strong that it made Cheng Yi's stomach churn, almost making him vomit.

The taxi, like a bird spreading its wings again, used this momentum to glide for more than ten meters in the air.

But the force of gravity was ultimately irresistible, and with a loud "bang," the taxi crashed heavily to the ground.

The impact caused the entire taxi to tremble violently, and the vehicle emitted a painful groan, as if recounting the terrifying ordeal it had just experienced.

Surprisingly, this did not affect its continued operation at all.

The taxi's four wheels screeched violently against the ground, instantly emitting thick smoke, like gunpowder smoke on a battlefield.

Under the cover of the thick smoke, the taxi disappeared like a black lightning bolt in just a few seconds.

At this moment, at the entrance of Guangqumen Bridge toll station, Young Master Qin and his group of henchmen stood there dumbfounded, looking at each other with astonishment and disbelief in their eyes.

Not far away, the rows of constables dressed in neat Six Doors uniforms also looked bewildered, as if time had stood still at that moment.

They watched helplessly as the taxi, like a wild horse, sped along the road under the overpass at an extremely high, almost insane speed, making sharp turns before suddenly rushing towards the overpass.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a chilling metallic tearing sound, the taxi broke through the overpass guardrail like a cannonball.

It flew past, drawing a breathtaking arc right above everyone's heads.

The scene was like a nightmare: the taxi drove straight through the nearly 30-meter-wide moat and then crashed to the ground like a meteorite.

What's even more astonishing is that the taxi didn't overturn or explode as people had imagined, despite the violent impact.

Its four tires were emitting thick black smoke from the intense friction with the ground, the billowing smoke seeming to be a testament to its near-death experience.

Seeing this, some people even subconsciously began to think that after such treatment, the tire's tread must be worn out and should be discarded.

Further away, the twenty-odd vehicles and their drivers that were originally preparing to move on the bridge were now caught in a dilemma.

Their original plan was to drive onto the bridge and force the taxi to stop, but the scene before them left them at a loss.

What a joke! They've already flown across the moat like they've grown wings and entered the West District.

The drivers in the car looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion, completely unsure of what to do.

The constables who were waiting to take coercive measures if they couldn't stop the enemy normally were staring at each other blankly, each of them looking as if their souls had been ripped out.

They were in a dilemma; the other party had fled with their vehicle as if it were flying, which put them in a difficult position.

If we don't arrest them, we've already taken the money and have a mission to complete; but if we do arrest them, how can we do it in this situation? And where should we arrest them?

This sudden turn of events plunged everyone into chaos.

Young Master Qin, along with his men, was confident of victory; in his mind, the plan was like an impregnable fortress.

But now, all of that has vanished like a bubble. This failure is like a series of invisible yet incredibly heavy slaps, one after another, relentlessly striking his face, each one carrying deep shame and resentment.

Young Master Qin's face turned ashen, like the gloomy sky before a storm.

His eyes were fixed on the constables in the distance, who kept turning around to look back, their eyes full of hesitation and inquiry, as if waiting for his instructions.

Young Master Qin's lips trembled slightly, his heart struggling fiercely between anger, shame, and helplessness.

Finally, as if he had used all his strength, he slowly raised his slightly trembling hand, took out his phone, and dialed a number with his fingers, which were stiff with anger.

The moment the call connected, Young Master Qin took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice from trembling, and said slowly and deliberately, "Tell that idiot, this time... she won."

That money... will be in her company's account tomorrow. We... will... meet... again.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying his resentment at this defeat and his secret vow of revenge in the future.

After saying that, he abruptly hung up the phone, as if he were about to crush it in his hand.