As Pei Guang and Firefly were about to head for the Studios The Park, Firefly noticed sothing.
There seed to be cars tailing them.
"We're… being tracked."
Pei Guang: "Oh? Pretty sharp~. Don't worry! All part of the plan. Just tell the way to the Studios The Park—leave the rest to ."
He had already noticed their car was being locked onto.
Naturally, the Bloodhounds would assu soone would try to escape by car, so they had prepared counterasures, so several vehicles imdiately followed Pei Guang's.
The pursuing cars continuously reported Pei Guang's movents. It wouldn't take long before more people blocked the roads ahead.
"There's more—more cars…"
Firefly watched the number of vehicles around them grow, her hands anxiously clutched to her chest. Pei Guang, however, remained calm.
He switched the luxury car into convertible mode and reminded Firefly: "Buckle your seatbelt. Now I'll show you the true skill of a racing king. But hey, how can a proper race not have music?"
While driving, Pei Guang pulled out a speaker and blasted a song.
Since there wasn't ti to pick, the speaker automatically played from its last use. The last ti Pei Guang had used it was during that square dance in the dream world with Acheron and Robin. So this ti, what played after The Most Dazzling Ethnic Trend was Free Flying by Phoenix Legend.
The instant Free Flying began blasting, Pei Guang felt his whole state of mind ignite. Firefly, hearing the upbeat rhythm, couldn't help but hum along.
The simple beat, the lively tune, mixed with honking horns and the sound of Bloodhounds' attempted attacks, gave Firefly a rush of joy and excitent.
Pei Guang, listening to the BGM, grinned at Firefly. "Co on~ sing along with ~ Trust , this song is way better when it's sung together. I'll show you first, don't mind if it sounds bad~"
Firefly: "It won't!"
She looked at Pei Guang with anticipation. Since she had already boarded this thief's car, she decided to let herself go a little.
After all, this was a dream world: whatever happened here… anything was possible.
Pei Guang didn't answer, but started singing along with the track.
Pei Guang: "Who is it that sings~ warming the loneliness."
"Ah-ha~"
Pei Guang: "White clouds drifting, tears wandering with them~"
Firefly wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but in Pei Guang's singing she thought she heard so bizarre harmony.
Listening closer, she realized she was wrong—there was no strange duet. It was just that Pei Guang sang really badly.
Comparing the original female vocals to his voice, the only judgnt she could give was: "Lethal."
Watching Pei Guang sing with total abandon, Firefly quietly muttered: "So awful, really awful, but…"
At that mont, she couldn't help but stand up in the moving car, spreading her arms wide.
"So much fun~ Ah Guang~ louder!"
Pei Guang: "Got it~!"
Even in the dream world, a car at high speed still carried the sensation of wind against one's body.
Feeling the wind rush past her, with that energetic music blasting, Firefly broke into a smile.
With the song as their soundtrack, Pei Guang drove the car near the Studios The Park.
But he didn't stop there: he kept going forward.
His reason was simple: teleportation in the dream world couldn't connect directly to reality, but within the dream itself, it worked fine. By passing here and drawing the pursuers further away, he could then teleport back with Firefly.
Leaving the Studios The Park behind, Pei Guang pushed the car's speed to the absolute limit, charging toward the outskirts.
As a seasoned street racer, he personally demonstrated to Firefly, and all their pursuers, what it truly ant to be a master driver.
Pei Guang sang while driving the convertible, and no matter whether the pedestrians on the road squatted down covering their heads or instinctively dodged, he managed to perfectly avoid every single one of them.
In the dreamscape, even if they were hit, it wouldn't really matter to those pedestrians. At worst, they'd just "die" here and wake up in reality.
But Pei Guang insisted on playing at the highest difficulty, speeding at full throttle, even triggering nitro boost, and sohow don't hit a single person.
For a player, if you can play high difficulty, then of course you go for high difficulty.
A no-hit clear through a crowd of pedestrians? Just thinking about pulling it off got Pei Guang completely hyped.
While Pei Guang and Firefly were enjoying this unique experience, the mbers of the Bloodhound Family were getting more and more furious.
"Damn stowaways, don't let us catch you, or you'll pay for it."
"We'll show you what we can do!"
"Damn it, where did they go?"
The Bloodhound Family's cars grew more violent the longer the chase went on, but no matter what they did, they couldn't catch up to Pei Guang's vehicle.
Compared to him, their actions were far rougher. If they couldn't keep up with him even on a straight road, then weaving through pedestrians was out of the question.
Why bother dodging? They just ran them over.
After all, in the dreamscape, no one really dies. Either you get launched sky-high and keep dreaming, or you wake up in reality—no big deal.
The Bloodhounds went all in, but the higher-ups of the Bloodhound Family were dumbfounded. They knew stowaways had appeared during the Golden Hour, but in so short a ti it had already turned into… a high-speed car chase?
From the mont the stowaways were discovered, to the order for a strict crackdown, to everything now spiraling out of control… it hadn't even been a few hours.
And that wasn't even the worst part.
What really shocked the Bloodhound Family's upper echelon was the clear sense that soone within their own family was deliberately stirring up trouble.
Compared to them, Sunday, handling matters within the Golden Hour, was staring grimly when he caught sight of a car flashing past.
He clearly saw that in the car just now, Pei Guang was driving with a young girl beside him, singing while the Bloodhound Family chased after them in hot pursuit.
Just what kind of terrible cri had this Trailblazer committed to make them mobilize like this???
Even Sunday was dumbstruck.
Even as the Family's actual administrator, who had dealt with all kinds of situations and prepared countless contingencies for the future, he felt his head buzzing at this sight.
"What happened?"
Sunday investigated the situation, but when he saw that Pei Guang had been labeled a stowaway, his confusion only deepened.
Pei Guang, a stowaway? If he rembered correctly, wasn't it he himself who had arranged for Pei Guang and Stelle's lodging permits? How had that suddenly turned into stowaway status?
Was this the handiwork of so Masked Fool, stirring up trouble just to laugh at Penacony?
Sunday took a deep breath.
Of all the things he had prepared against, he hadn't prepared against the damned Masked Fools. He wanted to urgently contact the Bloodhound Family, but just as he tried, he suddenly realized his ssages couldn't get through.
"mokeeper?"
Sunday instantly realized that besides the Masked Fools, there seed to be a mokeeper ddling as well.
Granted, Pei Guang was unusual—unusual enough that even his own sister treated him differently.
But what he couldn't figure out was why a mokeeper would get involved in this at all… What mory could Pei Guang possibly hold that would make a mokeeper side with the Masked Fools in this ga?
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