Looking at Jiang Liu's calm and expressionless face, Yan Qing curled her lips and said, "Don't you care who killed him?"
Jiang Liu smiled slightly and said, "I said this morning that we would meet soon!"
Yan Qing brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. After a brief encounter, she gradually came to understand Jiang Liu's personality. He seemed cold and ruthless, but hidden beneath that indifference was a deep sense of isolation.
Jiang Liu's memories of two lifetimes merged: one a devoted cultivator, pure of heart and free from desires; the other a worldly mortal, attached to the mortal realm. Their union was both contradictory and unified. He possessed an unwavering Daoist heart, yet also a carefree spirit that allowed him to roam the world with ease!
She had a feeling that this young, powerful grandmaster of martial arts had a deep sense of crisis, a crisis that constantly spurred him to improve. Even if his strength reached a level that others could never achieve in a lifetime, even if his strength ranked within the top two among the 1.3 billion people in the country, it could not diminish his power.
Sometimes, a woman's intuition is very accurate.
Jiang Liu desperately wanted to become stronger, simply to take control of his own life. The world is so vast; it would be a waste of his time-traveling journey not to see it!
Yan Qing said helplessly, "There's really nothing that can be hidden from you! It really is Wang Chao. Someone asked me today to have Jiang Hai spar with that Wang Chao and cripple him, but I think you're more promising."
"If you want me to do it, the price won't be cheap!"
"I know you're extorting even the Central Military Commission, so don't try to rip us off! But, while you can't ask for the moon, you can always bargain. Name your price first, and I'll see if I can afford it!"
Jiang Liu looked at the woman in her early twenties. She was indeed very beautiful. In his previous life, such a woman would have been someone he could never have reached, but now, she was just an ordinary woman to Jiang Liu.
"I'll have to fight Wang Chao sooner or later, but why should I make an enemy of him? Some people you can offend to the death, and some you can befriend sincerely... But... let's leave it to fate!"
"To see what fate has in store?"
Hearing Jiang Liu say that, Yan Qing gave up her inappropriate thoughts. Just as she was about to start the car, Jiang Liu spoke again: "It's been a long time since I've touched a steering wheel. How about I have a go?"
“Okay!” Yan Qing paused for a moment, then unbuckled her seatbelt and switched seats with Jiang Liu.
Just as they were about to start the engine, Jiang Liu said, "Fasten your seatbelts!"
"Huh?!" Yan Qing's eyes lit up. She had raced cars late at night before, and she immediately became excited when she heard Jiang Liu say that.
This top-of-the-line Maserati Ghibli isn't exactly a true luxury car, but for Jiang Liu, who's always been a nobody, it's the first time he's had the chance to drive a car worth over a million. This car boasts a twin-turbocharged, all-wheel-drive engine with 404 horsepower, and can accelerate from 0 to 100 km/h in 5 seconds!
The car slowly started moving, much to Yan Qing's disappointment. She had expected a thrilling launch, but instead, she found herself to be a novice among novices.
The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment!
The so-called launch start! This trick is very common. You step on the brake with your left foot and floor the accelerator with your right foot, revving the engine high while stationary. The tires spin wildly and emit white smoke. At the same time, you have to turn off the car's ESP system. Of course, the cost is that it will severely damage the tires.
Jiang Liu familiarized himself with the car's performance, then stepped on the gas, instantly speeding up to over 100 km/h. It was like a red whirlwind sweeping across the street, yet the engine sounded calm and composed, unlike the screeching roars of other vehicles' engines.
Although it was 10 p.m., for Beijing, this was just the beginning of the nightlife. There weren't too many cars on the road, but there were still quite a few.
Jiang Liu's driving skills weren't particularly outstanding, but his reaction speed was unmatched. More importantly, he also possessed divine sense to observe the situation in all directions! Red lightning flashed through the traffic, making Yan Qing even more curious about Jiang Liu.
After having his fill of excitement, Jiang Liu's enthusiasm waned, and he gradually reduced his speed to blend into the flow of traffic.
"What's wrong? This is just the beginning! Once we get on the elevated highway, you'll experience the feeling of flying! That feeling is simply indescribable!" Yan Qing's eyes lit up as she said this, clearly showing that this woman was seeking thrills.
Racing at night, pushing the car to its maximum speed, is certainly thrilling enough for ordinary people.
The fact that the Fast and Furious franchise can still rake in box office revenue even after eight installments is a testament to the allure of high-octane racing. But for Jiang Liu, that thrill couldn't compare to the exhilaration of boxing in the deep sea.
"Looks like you're enjoying yourself! Then I'll play along!" Jiang Liu had barely finished speaking when a red sports car suddenly sped out from the side—a Ferrari F12, painted in crimson. With a roar, it sped off, deliberately stopping in front of Jiang Liu and swaying its rear end.
"Hey! Someone's provoking us!"
"Fuck her!" Yan Qing practically roared.
Jiang Liu shook his head, then floored the accelerator. The speedometer immediately shot up, and a strong push-back sensation came through as the car surged forward. As usual, he flashed his headlights four times—two long and two short—and stuck his hand out the window, making a middle finger gesture.
"Wow! That's exhilarating! Now that's real racing! Driving slowly is just women driving!"
The romance novelist almost shouted it out loud.
The two red lightning bolts chased each other on the elevated road. The performance of the Ferrari F12 was naturally far superior to that of the Maserati Ghibli. However, Jiang Liu's reaction speed was also beyond the reach of the driver in the Ferrari F12.
In the chase, Jiang Liu still came out on top. Although he couldn't completely leave Jiang Liu behind, he was still far ahead.
After a chase, Yan Qing had his fill and didn't continue the pursuit, as the Ferrari F12 quickly caught up.
With Yan Qing raising two index fingers high, the Ferrari sped off again. It then blocked Jiang Liu's path, completely shutting him out of the overtaking lane and giving him no chance to pass.
Chapter Thirty: Speed and Passion (Part Two)
"Sob-cat!" Jiang Liu muttered, looking at the blocked lane, then said to Yan Qing, "Want something more exciting?"
Yan Qing looked at the Ferrari F12 in front of her. At this moment, the sports car occupied the fast lane, and traveling at the same speed was a city bus that was nearly 20 meters long. The two vehicles were traveling side by side, with only enough space for about half a car to pass through. The lane was completely blocked.
"The more exciting, the better! But if he won't move aside, are you going to fly over?"
"Then I'll fly and show you!" Jiang Liu sneered, actually slowing down the car. Once he was far enough away from the Ferrari, he revved the engine and charged forward, turning off the ESP system and activating the center differential lock.
After accelerating for a short distance, the top-of-the-line Maserati Ghibli reached a speed exceeding 180 km/h, hurtling straight towards the Ferrari. At that speed, if they collided, there was only one possibility: the entire car and its occupants would be completely obliterated.
"What are you trying to do? Stop, stop...stop...ah!" Yan Qing cried out in alarm.
"Hahaha……"
Amidst laughter, Jiang Liu abruptly swerved the steering wheel, causing the Ghibli's right side to lift completely, instantly tilting to the left. The car's weight shifted entirely onto Jiang Liu's two tires, which were now at a 40-degree angle. At high speed, he overtook a Ferrari stuck in the passing lane using only those two tires. Even when passing a bus, the Ghibli's wheels were no more than three centimeters from the bus window!
This technique is called "ground-hugging flight," one of the most basic skills in car stunts, a type of stunt performance frequently used in movies. Achieving "ground-hugging flight" requires extremely high standards for the vehicle and an astonishing level of balance from the driver; a slight lapse in attention can lead to failure. Moreover, Jiang Liu raised the car to a 40-degree angle with the ground, a feat that even a professional stuntman might not be able to accomplish on the first try.
After this move was made, not only were the people in the Ferrari F12 stunned, but the people in the city bus next to it were also stunned!
Some quick-thinking individuals had already taken out their phones to film, and Jiang Liu instantly accelerated again, disappearing into the traffic in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, Yan Qing lay softly in the passenger seat, clenching her teeth tightly. Her full breasts were still rising and falling, and seemed to be twitching slightly. Her face was flushed, and the phrase "face like a peach blossom" was a true description of her at this moment. Her eyes were watery and her gaze was very hazy.
It took her a while to recover from her weakness and realize what had happened. Then she felt terrible!
"Are you alright!" How could Jiang Liu not know what had happened? His body was a virgin, but his soul was not. Seeing her desperate scream, her violent trembling, and now her flushed face, Jiang Liu chuckled.
"You...I..."
I wish I could disappear into a crack in the wall and never come out again.
Fast and Furious! Some love it, some fear it!
When fear reaches its extreme, it produces intense pleasure!
For example, roller coasters, bungee jumping, and high-speed car racing are all extreme sports. Some people find them terrifying, and after trying them, they find them even more terrifying. However, others find these situations extremely exciting, and this intense stimulation causes a surge of dopamine in the brain. Dopamine is mainly responsible for emotions, desires, and feelings, transmitting information about excitement and pleasure, so it feels particularly exhilarating. These people are the ones suited for extreme sports, and there are quite a few of them. Obviously, romantic comedians are among them.
Yan Qing gritted her teeth, then slowly unbuttoned the two buttons on her chest. Her action was clearly intended to seduce Jiang Liu. Her originally dignified and ladylike attire suddenly became exceptionally ambiguous and sexy with the unbuttoning of those two buttons.
But just then, the phone rang.
Yan Qing pretended not to hear it, and only after the phone rang for half a minute did she press the speakerphone button fiercely.
"Hey!" Her voice was very suppressed, clearly she was speaking through gritted teeth.
A male voice came through the phone, seemingly from an empty lobby, and echoed: "It's me, Jiang Hai. Where are you? I've been waiting for four or five hours. Is he still coming?"
Are you still home? We'll be there in half an hour!
"Okay, I'll be waiting!"
At this moment, in a villa complex outside the Third Ring Road, in a large, dark room, there were no windows or lights on.
Only three incense sticks were lit in the center of the secret room, emitting three red dots.
Jiang Hai, dressed in a gray-white training uniform, hung up the phone and stared intently at the three incense sticks, where he could clearly see the wisps of smoke rising from them.
"You still lack composure! You're easily agitated and impatient. If it were your master, he definitely wouldn't have made that call!"
Composing himself, he picked up a pure steel sword from his lap, its coldness as deep as an autumn pool.
He slowly stood up, opened his mouth, and took a deep breath like a whale inhaling water. A gust of wind seemed to rise in the secret chamber, and even the three incense sticks suddenly lit up. It was clear that his body tempering had been successful, and his internal organs had been greatly strengthened, which was why he could produce such a phenomenon. This breath he inhaled was as if he held an egg in his mouth and then swallowed it down his throat.
Glug!
A strange sound rang out in the silent chamber, like a large stone falling into a well, making a dull thud and accompanied by splashing water. This was the miraculous effect of Jiang Hai swallowing his internal organs in one gulp, allowing them to descend to his large intestine, bladder, and dantian, thus circulating his five internal organs.
brush!
A bright light flashed in the darkness, like a still autumn lake, or even a bolt of lightning. In the blink of an eye, the sparks from the three incense sticks were sent flying and stuck to the tip of the sword.
"Have you not seen the sword's sharp edge piercing through the heavens?"
Have you settled old scores and grudges in your heart?
Its brilliance has astonished the world even before it has been revealed.
"I've spent several autumns in seclusion in the capital."
After reciting the poem, Jiang Hai, sword in hand, moved swiftly, his body like a swimming dragon, his feet shifting rapidly, becoming a mere shadow.
"A box hidden deep, its sharpness concealed."
True friends are rare indeed.
In an instant, a streak of light flashed, three sparks swayed, and the sword light and firelight connected to form a series of lines. In a flash, a square nine-square pattern disappeared, which he had drawn in the dark sky with his sword tip, which was studded with sparks.
"A sudden storm startled the empty mountains overnight."
It eagerly pondered, yearning to transform into a dragon.
After reciting the first line, the sword tip flicked, and three sparks flew up one after another, landing back on the incense stick as if they hadn't been moved at all.
The exquisite control of power is nothing short of masterful.
"That young man...I wonder if he can withstand the sword in my hand?"
Chapter Thirty-One: Wudang Fist and Sword (Part 1)
The moon rose above the willow branches, and a figure stood under the shadow of the trees in the courtyard, eyes closed, sword in hand. The night wind blew, making a "slap slap" sound as the hem of his clothes rustled.
Jiang Hai suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint in them, and stared straight at Jiang Liu. He didn't even glance at Yan Qing beside him, his eyes filled with intense fighting spirit.
"You also came from Wudang?"
"I'd consider myself half a Wudang disciple." Jiang Liu shook his head. This young man's spirit and energy had reached their peak; he seemed to have a deep understanding of cultivating inner strength and will. He held the sword in his hand, itching to be drawn, eager for the dragon's roar that would follow.
Jiang Hai looked at Jiang Liu and said in a deep voice, "I've learned and practiced swordsmanship, and all my skills are embodied in this sword... What weapon do you use? There are long poles, knives, and swords in the room!"
"I only need my fists to practice martial arts. But it's a deal: if I win, you have to practice swordsmanship for me all night long, until dawn!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Hai approached step by step, his movements trembling and surging like a dragon rolling and tumbling in the clouds, before bursting out a single word from his throat: "Good!"