He has a serious illness!
Qin Huai, smoking a cigarette, suddenly said, "Brother, how about we speed up? I want to experience the feeling of flying."
The driver waved his hand and said, "I can't go fast. Look at the traffic flow right now, how can I possibly go fast?"
With a snap, Qin Huai pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and threw it on the passenger side dashboard.
"As long as I'm satisfied, all this money is yours."
Now I finally understand how Tang Yuan felt about carrying cash with him.
It's stylish and domineering, and really satisfying.
The driver's eyes lit up as he looked at the wad of cash. He said, "Actually, when I was young, I was just like you. I loved the feeling of flying."
"Let's go! As soon as possible, while ensuring safety!"
Qin Huai then pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket.
The driver's face turned red, his breathing became heavier, but his eyes became exceptionally sharp.
He gripped the steering wheel with one hand, touched the control lever with the other, and slowly applied pressure to the accelerator.
"I feel like my youth has returned!"
With the driver's loud shout, the engine roared to life.
A strong sense of acceleration swept over me, and the yellow taxi shot off like an arrow.
"Fuck you..."
Inside the black sedan following behind the taxi, the young man in the driver's seat stared in astonishment, his mouth agape.
By the time he wanted to chase after it, he couldn't even see the taxi's taillights anymore.
The young man, his face contorted with despair, dialed a number: "Young Master, I've lost him..."
There was a few seconds of silence on the phone before Chen Huaidong's sinister voice came through: "You'd better run now."
"Huh? Young master, where am I going?"
"Whatever, just don't get caught by me, or I'll throw you to the bottom of the river to feed the fish!"
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