162: Chapter 162: Critical Mont of Life and Death, Narrow Escape 162: Chapter 162: Critical Mont of Life and Death, Narrow Escape The taxi driver was no exception.
He disregarded the sudden chill that filled the car when the woman got in, turned his head, and cheerfully advised his female passenger, “Miss, buckle up, we’re about to leave.”
“Okay——”
The woman’s voice was very low, soft and weak, giving one the impression of being harmless.
The taxi driver was indeed the sa man who had previously driven Qin Ruan.
Being a chatterbox, he enjoyed driving and conversing with his passengers at the sa ti.
“Miss, aren’t you afraid of encountering bad people by being out so late without any company?”
Without waiting for the female passenger to answer, he continued, “I believe being accompanied is best when going out late at night.
You may not know this, but most cri incidents around the world occur at night, with single won being the majority of the victims.
In the public safety sectors of cities, there are still nurous brutal assaults.
You, a young lady, are the easiest target…”
While attentively driving, the words continued to spill from his mouth.
He could not see the woman sitting in the back seat, a mysterious black fog enveloping her and shrouding her hand resting on her lap.
The once seen fair fingers, now sported sharp, nacing nails that glinted lethally.
Receiving no reply from the backseat, the taxi driver wisely chose to shut his mouth.
He assud that his passenger was not a fan of chatter and resented his tendency to blabber.
An eerie silence filled the car, and the driver finally felt that sothing was off.
The cold air in the car seed excessive.
It was, after all, sumr, and should not be so chilling even at this late hour.
He glanced at the air conditioner in the car, noting its usual temperature setting.
But strangely enough, the chill in the car caused goosebumps to prickle on his arms.
“Driver, do you know where Gourt Street is?”
The female passenger suddenly asked from the back seat.
Upon hearing this, the driver imdiately dismissed his earlier doubts and eagerly replied, “Yes, I used to live there in West City.
I moved only a couple of years ago.
I am quite familiar with the area.”
After a thoughtful pause, he added with a smile, “Don’t worry, Miss.
I won’t take you the long way.”
The woman responded with a smile that curled her lips.
Her delicate and attractive face was like a buckeye flower – beautiful but dangerous.
Leaning forward, her black nails slowly neared the taxi driver.
The black fog-enveloped nails, like sharp blades, glinted ominously in the dark.
The approaching cold air made the taxi driver involuntarily shudder.
The woman’s dark nails were almost touching the driver’s neck.
Just a few more milliters and a vibrant life would be extinguished.
At this critical juncture, the driver leaned forward to adjust the air conditioning.
Unaware of the danger he just escaped, he mumbled, “What on earth is going on?
Why is the car so cold?”
The woman quickly withdrew her hand.
Her glossy black eyes, absent of any white, churned with dark cyclones.
Fixated on the back of the driver’s head, an eerie light flickered in her eyes.
The driver, oblivious and still adjusting the air conditioning, continued driving forward.
The journey towards West City beca increasingly isolated, with few vehicles on the road.
After so ti, the driver noticed a stretch of road where the street light had failed, plunging the road into darkness.
He furrowed his brows slightly and turned on the car’s high beam.
As a seasoned taxi driver, he was still very familiar with the route towards West City.
Despite his many years of service, he had never encountered such a situation.
The pitch-black, gloomy road gave off an unsettling vibe.
The driver beca slightly anxious, his heart fluttering uncomfortably.
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