The jet landed near the border, and Mo quickly found a man who handed him the keys to a car. After thanking the man, Mo drove across the unguarded section of the border into Iran. Wearing a silver mask, a cloak, and gloves, he made sure he left no traceable evidence behind.
Upon crossing the border, Mo headed directly to the location where his "friends" were supposed to be. He had received instructions on how to enter the town unnoticed by the terrorists. After hiding the car, he stealthily approached the building where his friends were hiding. With a swift jump, he landed on the first floor, his loose black cloak billowing behind him like a grim reaper.
Inside, the group had locked themselves in a room on the first floor, completely unaware of the terrorists' search efforts. Mo broke a window and slipped into the room, finding six people: four beautiful girls, a boy, and their guard.
The guard immediately pointed a gun at Mo's head. "Who are you?" he demanded coldly.
"You don't need to know who I am. Just know that someone has entrusted me to get you out of this place," Mo replied in a hoarse voice. The guard could tell the stranger before him had altered his voice and was not much older than the five he was protecting.
"You? You're too young. How are you going to get us out of here?" the guard asked, still keeping the gun aimed at Mo.
"Follow me."
"How do we trust someone who won't show his face?" the guard pressed.
"You'll have to, even if you don't want to. It won't take them long to find you, and once they do…" Mo said ominously.
"Let's follow him. He might be able to get us out of here," suggested a girl with a cute, innocent face, unlike the colder demeanor of another girl, Alice. Mo noticed the bangle on her wrist—an accessory hard to ignore.
"Has she figured out my identity?" he wondered.
"Sophi, how can we trust him when we don't know who he is? He should at least show us his face," Alice countered.
"Are you coming or not? If not, I'll leave," Mo said, beginning to walk away. The group hesitated until Sophi decided to follow him without hesitation.
"Let's go. We can't let Sophi be alone with that stranger," Alice insisted as she hurried after Sophi. Mo paused at the door and turned to the guard.
"You don't have to follow us. They want them, not you. Also, I don't have enough space in the car."
"Kid, we agreed to follow you, but you don't want me to come along? I'm hired to ensure their safety. How can I trust you without knowing your identity?" the guard retorted angrily.
"Call your employer and ask if you should trust me."
The guard pulled out his phone and dialed a number. When the call connected, his employer instructed him to comply with Mo's request. The guard had no choice but to agree. Mo led the way, with Sophi close behind, followed by the others.
As they approached the stairs, the elevator opened, and two men stepped out. "Oh, sh*t! Run!" Mo shouted as he sprinted away. The group quickly followed him.
"There they are!" the men shouted, pursuing the group. Suddenly, gunshots rang out as the guard opened fire on the pursuing men. "This way!" Mo urged as they descended the stairs, triggering a frenzy among the terrorists.
Mo led the group to the spot where he had left the car. A terrorist suddenly appeared, but Mo reacted swiftly, kicking the gun from the man's hands. Before the terrorist could recover, the girl who had urged Mo to reveal his identity landed a lightning-fast punch, knocking him down.
"Cleanly done," Mo complimented. He recognized that her punch nearly matched the power of a B+ martial artist, indicating she was likely at the peak of rank B. They continued to run, knowing more terrorists were aware of their location and closing in.
Reaching the vehicle, they all jumped in. Mo took the driver's seat, with the boy next to him and the girls in the middle. However, he insisted one girl move to the rear seat. The girl who had punched the terrorist quickly took the back seat.
"Safety belts, please," Mo said. The engine roared to life as they buckled up. The car accelerated, reaching 100 kilometers per hour. Behind them, 15 vehicles followed, five equipped with machine guns, firing wildly at Mo's car. Two additional cars attempted to flank him.
Suddenly, Mo slammed on the brakes, maneuvering the steering wheel to drift to the side, narrowly avoiding a collision with one of the cars. There was a loud bang as two of the pursuing cars collided and blocked the road.
Two of the 15 vehicles behind Mo couldn't avoid the wreckage and became entangled in the chaos. Mo escaped the town and entered a highway leading to the border. Accelerating, he quickly reached 200 kilometers per hour, then 220 km/h. The five passengers in the car stared in shock at Mo's reckless speed. The highway, though not busy, still had plenty of cars, and Mo's control of the vehicle at such high speeds amazed them.
The terrorists' cars fell far behind, unable to match Mo's pace. For a full three minutes, he maintained an average speed of 225 km/h, making it clear why he had insisted they wear safety belts.
After about four minutes—exactly three minutes and 52 seconds—the vehicle approached the border. Seeing Mo's car barreling toward them with no signs of stopping, the border guards jumped aside as he sped past. Since they had entered Turkmenistan, the Iranian border guards could no longer pursue them and left the situation to Turkmenistan's authorities.
Mo drove to the area where the jet had landed but slowed to 150 kilometers per hour, noticing that no one was following them. After entering the town, he stopped the car, and they all climbed out. The vehicle was riddled with bullet holes, attracting attention.
The five passengers were astonished to discover both rear tires were flat. "How could anyone drive that fast with two flat tires?" they wondered.
"You're safe now. Wait here; someone will come to take you home," Mo said, preparing to leave. However, the girl from the rear seat spoke up, "Sir, could you please tell us your name? I'd like to repay you for saving our lives."
"No need; I'm already paid for it. We may never meet again," Mo replied before departing in his black cloak, leaving them by the damaged vehicle as he made his way to the jet. The entire process had taken nearly seven hours.
The next day, Feng was shocked to see an eye-catching headline: "MAD CHASE ALONG THE HIGHWAY." He felt relieved to hear that the individual who saved several important figures from Britain had not revealed his identity.
A week later, Mo sat for an exam that felt more like a cat-and-mouse chase. Meanwhile, Alice was taking a grade 12 exam. No one knew how she had convinced the teachers to allow her to take it. After four days, everyone finished their tests and had to wait three days for their results.
Post-exams, Alice was incredibly nervous, struggling to calm down. Her grandfather had advised her to build a good relationship with Mo, believing it would benefit both her and the country in the future.
When the results were announced, Alice's hard work paid off—she ranked second in the test. Excited, she hurried to find Mo. She spotted him chatting with Alvin and some of his friends.
"Hi, senior," she greeted, her face beaming with happiness. Mo, noticing her joy, teased, "Oh, how are you, Alice? You seem so happy today. Could it be that you have a lover in this school?" Alvin nearly choked with anger, while Ryu, Bien, and Jacob were left aghast, exclaiming that nothing good ever came from Mo's mouth