The Master's Mask Unveiled Again-Chapter 250 - 249: Lord, Please Look Up

Chapter 250: Chapter 249: Lord, Please Look Up

Yuren had no time to think any further, as he watched the monitors and issued even more precise commands.

Lu Mian trusted him completely, with no need to deliberate, focusing solely on following Yuren’s route arrangements.

“A small intersection is coming up in three hundred meters, with two motorcycles taking a detour. They will appear in five seconds.”

“The green light has only two seconds left, turn left into the tunnel.”

“We’ve shaken off two-thirds of the motorcycles. At the next roundabout, circle around three times, then take the auxiliary road at the southeast exit…”

Yuren’s voice came through the earpiece, reaching Lu Mian’s side.

Lu Mian’s expression remained calm, her responsibilities solely execution. It was like the relationship between a racecar driver and the navigator, wholly entrusting oneself to the other.

The three people in the car also heard Lu Mian on the phone. Although they did not know the identity of this young girl, by this point, they were utterly in awe of her. Every time they thought they were about to crash, she managed to safely resolve the situation. Every time they felt like they were at a dead end, she found a way out.

She was not a boss, she was a ‘dad’!

Anyway, other than Mrs. Wang who couldn’t control her shrieks, the driver and Liang Xueyan both covered their mouths, trying their best not to disturb her.

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However, Lu Mian herself didn’t show any signs of tension, occasionally even laughing and chatting with the person on the other end of the phone.

“Handsome Yu, the air here in Hong City is quite fresh…”

The three people: …

They were ready to kneel before ‘dad’.

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Meanwhile, Xiao Qimo sat in the car, leisurely flipping through a document in his hands.

Mo Si in the front passenger seat was getting restless, checking the time constantly, and incessantly reminding the driver.

“Driver, please hurry up, we have an important meeting at ten o’clock. Being late would not look good, and we could miss some important content. What if they say some secrets behind the Family Head’s back and don’t tell him, then…”

He prattled on.

“Cough.” A cool, disdainful cough came from the back seat.

Mo Si immediately covered his mouth, falling silent.

“I wish I could go faster, but the traffic won’t allow it,” the driver lamented, knowing the powerful man sitting behind him, “The gentlemen might not realize, but traffic congestion in Hong City is quite severe. It’s good enough that we can move at all. Any faster is simply not possible.”

Mo Si shook his head, and just as he was about to go on a tirade again, suddenly something zoomed past him at such high speed, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

First stunned, he perked up and scanned around, only to find—

A local taxi ahead was speeding on the not-so-smooth road, overtaking, cutting in, and nearly missing other cars by an inch. It moved effortlessly, slipping through gaps as if it were a nimble fish swimming through the sea of vehicles.

Holy shit!

Mo Si became instantly exhilarated, pointing ahead excitedly, “Driver, how can you say it’s not possible! Look at them! Oh my god, so cool! To think you are both taxi drivers, yet the difference is so huge!”

The driver’s face was a mix of shock and confusion: That looks like colleague Lao Fang’s taxi…

Upon seeing something that piqued his interest, Mo Si turned back to look at Xiao Qimo in the rear seat, “Boss, did you see that car just now? It was incredible! The driving skills were rock-solid! Just now, it was so close to grazing me!”

Xiao Qimo seemed to be elsewhere mentally, humming absent-mindedly without looking up.

“Boss, take a look, it will be out of sight soon! Seriously, it’s so cool! I bet the driver must be a retired racecar driver, so steady!”

Driver: When did Lao Fang become a retired racecar driver?

Mo Si strongly recommended.

He received only a cool, indifferent glance from the man in the back seat, a gaze that held layers of complexity unknown to others.

“Boss…”

Xiao Qimo finally responded, his finger pausing as he turned the page, “Tell Mo Nie to update you with news every two hours.”

“What news?”

The man’s composed features softened as he pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, “News about the future Mrs. Xiao.”