Xinyuan smiled as he stepped on the accelerator with a smug look on his face. Qiao Ruo snapped her eyes closed as hard as she could, fearing that if she opened her eyes, the worst would have happened. With both hands, she held the sides of her car seat, continuing her prayers in silence. She didn't want to die, at least not yet. Yet, Xinyuan carefully calculated his next moves.
His hobby of racing also played a part in the impending success in losing the pursuers. Switching course to another unpopulated lane assisted him to reduce the number of cars that were trailing after him by half. Then he continued to make a skilful, pre-planned swerve down a foreign route, that was highly unanticipated by the enemy. Eventually, his victory reduced this number to nil.
When Qiao Ruo opened her eyes again, she was relieved to see that they were safely parked in a secluded spot away from the busy roads of the city.
