X-ray Eyes Little Wild Doctor-Chapter 167 - 162 Morning Light Machinery Factory

The most shocking thing was the complete destruction of the private rooms on the second floor; it was total devastation—the entire wall had collapsed, and there were several large holes in the load-bearing columns. Ye Tian could tell that these holes were the result of punches, indicating that the troublemakers were not weak, and there were undoubtedly some first-class experts among them.

The bar was left in ruins, and the staff who usually worked there were nowhere to be seen, likely taken care of by Wang Qian.

From the cigarettes still smoking on the ground, Ye Tian could deduce that these people had just left.

"The cigarettes haven’t gone out yet, they can’t have gone far, let’s go, we chase!" Ye Tian said as he whisked his sleeves and dragged Wang Ke’er out of the bar.

The Jeep roared to life again; the mechanical beast let out a sickly rumble as it hit the road once more.

Ye Tian, who lurked in the dark world, possessed an unmatched sense of smell, and he had a knack for urban tracking. He quickly determined the direction of the pursuers.

The rented Jeep’s speed soared to 150, like a red dragon blazing wildly down the city’s main thoroughfare.

During the chase, Ye Tian’s X-ray vision played a decisive role. He quickly spotted a stretched Rolls-Royce a hundred meters away. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

A flash of purple in his eyes, and the Rolls-Royce became transparent. Tied up in the spacious trunk was none other than Wang Bingbing.

"Found her, your sister is in the Rolls-Royce up ahead."

As Ye Tian pressed the accelerator, the Jeep roared sickly, but the speed stayed at 180 and refused to climb any higher.

"Thank goodness!" Wang Ke’er was somewhat choked up, silently praying that her sister would be alright; without her, Ke’er would have no more immediate family left.

In Ye Tian’s reckless driving, the Jeep’s exhaust pipe started to belch black smoke.

The Rolls-Royce ahead seemed to have noticed the red Jeep and cautiously picked up the pace, heading onto the ring road.

After all, the Rolls-Royce was a luxury car worth millions, with a 6L engine displacement and a top speed of 240 km/h, it could accelerate from 0 to 100 km in just 4 seconds.

"What a piece of crap car, damn it!" Ye Tian cursed as he floored the gas pedal, but instead of accelerating, the Jeep only slowed down, making him so angry that he furiously slapped the steering wheel.

"What’s going on, keep chasing, my sister is ahead, Ye Tian, I’m begging you, drive faster!"

As the distance between the two vehicles grew, Wang Ke’er became increasingly anxious, wishing she could transform into a sports car and catch up to her sister in a flash.

"Not good, this car might break down!" Ye Tian frowned and commented.

Car rental companies operated a particular business often dealing with modified scrapped vehicles to make money. Unfortunately, it was clear that this Jeep was a defective product, barely running after major repairs. It went unnoticed under regular circumstances, but in this critical moment, as soon as the speed exceeded 150, all its problems surfaced.

As expected, after a final roar, the Jeep’s hood started to emit black smoke, it moved forward a bit further on inertia then finally stopped on the ring road.

"Damn! The damn thing breaks down right when it’s needed, what the hell!" Ye Tian couldn’t contain his anger; he got out of the car and started punching and kicking the Jeep, nearly bursting it apart.

"What do we do now, my sister is still up ahead, please think of something; if anything happens to her, I can’t go on living either," Wang Ke’er sobbed, tears streaming down as she spoke through sobs.

Thinking of her sister in the clutches of that bastard Wang Qian, Ke’er felt indescribable anxiety. The internal conflicts in the family were intense, reaching a do-or-die point; her sister was undoubtedly in danger.

"Get in the car! Stop crying!"

At some point, Ye Tian had stopped a taxi, and was now gesturing for Ke’er to get in.

Seeing that there was another vehicle, Ke’er went from sorrow to joy, quickly wiping away her tears and hopping into the back seat. She asked Ye Tian, "Can we still catch up?"

Knowing that she needed comforting at that moment, Ye Tian hugged her close and reassured her, "Don’t worry, we’ll definitely catch up."

At that moment, the driver in the front seat turned around; he was a middle-aged man with a Fu Manchu mustache, his eyes wide with curiosity as he asked, "Are you chasing a criminal?"

He must have noticed Wang Ke’er’s police uniform, which prompted the question.

"Yes, please drive quickly, we need to catch up to that Rolls-Royce ahead, I’ll pay whatever it costs," Wang Ke’er immediately took out her wallet and handed the driver 500 yuan.

However, the driver flatly refused, "Fighting crime is a shared responsibility between the police and the public, I can’t take your money." With that, he turned back around and shifted into second gear to take off.

The seasoned driver’s face was flush with excitement: "Chasing a criminal, and I’m part of it, how thrilling!"

It might look like just a Jetta, but these cars were the most rugged and reliable, counted among the most enduring models.

Wang Ke’er was anxious, constantly urging the driver to speed up.

The uncle behind the wheel was a righteous fellow. He revved up and the speed shot to 120, still slowly accelerating. It didn’t take long for the speed to surge to 150 mph.

"Don’t worry, my driving skills are unmatched. Sooner or later, I’ll catch up for you. You might look down on my old Jetta, but it has chased down a Rolls Royce. Your shabby Jeep Wrangler might not be able to compete."

Wang Ke’er was not in the mood to listen to his car talk; she was preoccupied with her sister’s safety.

The driver was quite a character, too. Even without a response, he just kept going on and on.

He talked non-stop: "I’m not bragging, but nobody in Jiangcheng is more familiar with this road than me. I’m not boasting, but I’ve been running this route for over twenty years. I remember, eight years ago, some kid in a Maserati tried to overtake me. I just made one defensive acceleration, and I overtook him just like that. That kid ate my dust all the way. Guess what happened next?"

Wang Ke’er remained silent, and so did Ye Tian.

The old driver just shrugged, seemingly used to his passengers ignoring him, and continued talking to himself: "You might not believe me, but after we stopped, the Maserati guy knelt down and asked to be my disciple. What a joke, do I look like someone who accepts disciples lightly? I rejected him right away. I told him he didn’t have the talent and to go home and babysit, hahaha!"

With that, he burst into laughter, clearly enjoying his own story.

Ye Tian shook his head helplessly, thinking that catching a Maserati with a Jetta was nothing. Back in the day, he rode a bicycle on Longxi Mountain and still managed to catch Ren Jun’s Porsche.

But you know, this driver’s skill was indeed impressive; the Rolls Royce kept speeding up, yet he managed to catch up every time on sharp turns.

"Master, your driving is really good," Ye Tian nodded and said.

"There you go, you finally spoke up. I’ve been holding it in for a while, glad to have a breather. You know a thing or two, brother. I won’t hide it from you, I was the champion of the 2005 Jiangcheng Motorcycle Race, heh heh," the old driver said with pride.

"Oh," Ye Tian said indifferently, lighting a cigarette and then asking, "What’s your name, master? Want a smoke?"

"My surname is Bao, Bao Lun. Just call me Old Bao," while driving, Master Bao reached out and took the cigarette from Ye Tian, took a puff, and complimented, "Nice smoke!"

"Master Bao, if you like it, I’ll give you this whole pack, but you have to help me catch up with them," Ye Tian said with a smile, tossing a pack of cigarettes onto the passenger seat.

"Don’t worry, leave it to me. Sit tight, there’s road work ahead, and it’s not easy to navigate," Master Bao said, clutching the cigarette in his mouth and swiftly changing gears.

Ye Tian glanced at his feet; the guy was actually wearing flip-flops, which explained the strange noise every time he shifted gears.

Driving a taxi in flip-flops, there really was nobody like Master Bao.

Suddenly, the car jolted, and Wang Ke’er, completely unprepared, flew up, instantly feeling dizzy.

"Hold my hand tight," Ye Tian said, reaching out his hand.

Wang Ke’er clutched Ye Tian’s hand tightly. She had just stabilized herself when the car’s speed and rough road made her body shoot forward again, crashing hard onto Ye Tian.

Coincidentally, Wang Ke’er’s chest landed right on Ye Tian’s face, resulting in an intimate contact.

Before either could react, the car bounced again, and Wang Ke’er flew up once more. This jolt was particularly violent, and Ye Tian was also launched up. They collided mid-air, lip to lip, resulting in an accidental but genuine kiss.

While kissing, both their eyes widened in shock, each seeing the astonishment reflected in the other’s eyes.

As soon as the car steadied, Wang Ke’er’s face turned red, her lips still tasted the other person, and she felt awkward whether to wipe them off or not, uncomfortable and embarrassed.

"My first kiss, just like that, gone!" Wang Ke’er felt extremely aggrieved.

Ye Tian cleared his throat and patted Wang Ke’er on the shoulder, chuckling, "Why the long face? A kiss from me won’t get you pregnant."

"You!" Wang Ke’er was at a loss for words. This guy was shameless, taking advantage of her and then mocking her. He deserved a beating.

"Officer, can you tell me who those people actually are? I’ve done a good deed here, right? Can I get a bravery award or something? My son is in third grade; if he knew his dad is a hero, he’d be over the moon. And my wife, who’s always playing mahjong, this time she won’t dare look down on me. Oh, and my stingy father-in-law, let’s see if he still dares to look down on me, and my mother-in-law..."

While driving, Master Bao kept blabbering non-stop, oblivious to the awkwardness between the man and woman in the back seat.

Ahead, the Rolls Royce drove into the factory by the roadside. As the car entered, the large iron gate closed immediately with two burly men guarding outside, a very strict security.

The Jetta lived up to its reputation as the most durable car, arriving right on the heels of the Rolls Royce entering the factory, with Ye Tian and his company getting out of the car immediately after.

"Master Bao, thank you," Wang Ke’er said to him.