"Damn it! Who are you?" Confused, the two young n on the motorcycle questioned the Didi driver.
"I’m the one chasing you!" the Didi driver, who was also hot-tempered, roared. "You have one second to stop that bike, or I’ll run you down!"
"Got the guts? Then do it!" one of the young n taunted before imdiately swerving the motorcycle onto the bike lane, turning into a narrow path and disappearing from sight.
"Hahaha, my lucky day! I see the two thieves!" At the other end of the path, another Didi driver happened to be searching for them. The mont he saw the pair erge on their motorcycle, one of them clutching a woman’s handbag, he floored it and gave chase, shouting for them to stop.
"What the—who are you?" The two young n were completely baffled. They had no idea they had beco a hot commodity for the city’s Didi drivers.
"You have the nerve to ask?" the driver shouted through his window. "Don’t you know whose bag you snatched? If you know what’s good for you, give up now!"
"Catch us? In your dreams!" The young man on the bike imdiately started zigzagging, trying desperately to escape.
But to their horror, no matter where they fled, another car would invariably catch up, its driver yelling that they were going to be apprehended.
Twenty minutes later, an imposing procession of over a hundred cars was trailing them!
"Bro, we have to stop running!" the young man on the back of the motorcycle said, his voice trembling. "That guy in the luxury car must be so big shot you don’t ss with. I think he sicced every car in the city on us. We can’t get away!"
"Dammit, we have to keep going! If we get caught, we won’t be ho for the New Year!" The motorcycle leaned sharply, veering into an alley. They no longer dared to take the main roads, sticking to small side streets and alleys.
But their luck was abysmal. They happened upon an old man who was just stepping out of his ho.
The old man was also a Didi driver! He had just co out to retrieve his car from a nearby parking lot so he could join the pursuit.
"Think you can escape now that I’ve spotted you?" The old man abandoned the idea of getting his car. He imdiately hopped onto a modified Ghost Rider scooter and roared after the two young n! This Ghost Rider scooter wasn’t his; it belonged to his grandson. After modifications, it could hit 180 kiloters per hour!
"Holy shit!" Hearing the commotion behind them, the two young n glanced back and were dumbfounded. They saw an old man on a scooter with its exhaust pipe spitting sparks, charging ferociously toward them. They just couldn’t wrap their heads around it. Private cars chasing them? Fine, maybe they were all part of so organization. But why was so old man on a scooter chasing them too? What in the world was going on?!
Run!
Keep running!
ROAR!
The thief twisted the throttle to the max, accelerating desperately as a trail of Dark Smoke billowed behind them. But their motorcycle was nothing special; it struggled to get past eighty or ninety miles per hour and was already rattling and clanking ominously.
ROAR!
The old man caught up to them in the blink of an eye.
"Damn it, old man! Are you crazy? Slow down, slow down!" Seeing that the old man was about to ram right into them, the two thieves yelled in unison.
"Shit, I can’t brake!"
BANG!
The old man slamd straight into them.
WHOOSH!
The two young n and their motorcycle were sent flying, tumbling out of the alley and across more than ten ters of the main road before crashing into a roadside greenbelt.
A few seconds later, the old man limped out of the alley and walked over to the greenbelt.
"Fortune favors the persistent! A 10,000-yuan reward, no commission... it’s all mine!" the old man bead, joyfully dragging the two young n out from the bushes.
"Hold on!"
"Wait a minute, old-tir!"
"We deserve a share!"
Just then, the convoy of a hundred-plus cars pulled up. The drivers all got out, demanding to share the credit with the old man. An argunt imdiately erupted.
What do they think we are? A prize? The two young n ca to, dazed and completely bewildered once again.
「anwhile.」
Su Xuan was waiting at the intersection, growing puzzled. He’d figured that with Liu Hong mobilizing the Didi drivers, they would catch the two thieves quickly. Why had more than ten minutes passed without any sign of them? Had sothing unexpected happened?
Five minutes later, Su Xuan’s eyes suddenly widened. He saw a massive convoy of over a hundred cars heading his way. Leading the procession was, of all people, an old man on a battered scooter.
The old man’s scooter was in terrible shape. The mudguard was bent upward, the fuel tank was dented, and the wheels seed warped, wobbling as they spun. It looked like it had been through a nasty accident.
Slung across the back of the scooter was a person—none other than one of the two young thieves!
Su Xuan quickly got out of his car and went to et them. Zhou Wanshing, looking completely bewildered, followed close behind.
"I’m a Didi driver," the old man said, stopping his scooter. "Excuse , are you the owner of Didi?"
"You must be our boss!" the other Didi drivers chid in, stopping their cars and gathering around. "Manager Liu told us you’d be waiting for us at this intersection!"
"I am," Su Xuan nodded.
"Hello, Boss!" the crowd greeted him in unison.
Then, the old man hauled the young man off the back of his scooter, while another Didi driver dragged the second thief out of his car. And just like that, the two young n, who had been so cocky during their escape, were brought back before Su Xuan in a pathetic state.
"We’re sorry! We were wrong!" The two young n knelt on the ground and apologized to Su Xuan. In truth, they didn’t want to kneel, but the old man’s collision had left their bodies feeling like they’d been completely rattled apart, making it impossible to stand.
"This is the bag we stole. Here, have it back!" One of the young n held out the handbag toward Zhou Wanshing.
Zhou Wanshing imdiately took her bag, checking inside to find that nothing was missing. The feeling of recovering sothing lost was wonderful. And just as Su Xuan had promised, her bag had been returned. Its return had been quite the spectacle, too.
"Grandpa, please spare us!" the two thieves suddenly pleaded, calling Su Xuan "Grandpa" as they begged for rcy. They had told Su Xuan earlier that if he managed to catch them, they would call him Grandpa, and this was as good as being caught by him.
"Oh, I have no problem sparing you," Su Xuan said with a smile. "But whether my friend will, I can’t say."
"Granny, please spare us too!" The two young n then begged Zhou Wanshing, calling her "Granny" as well.
Hearing this, Zhou Wanshing couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
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