Chapter 722: Can't stop the car! Speeding!!!

At 3:40 a. m., the northern section of Binjiang Road in Wu Zhou.

A black off-road vehicle traveled at sixty kilometers per hour on the deserted street.

The atmosphere inside the car was oppressive enough to wring water out of it, with only Li Shuting's weak moans from blood loss and pain, and Li Hengbo's increasingly ragged breathing.

In the rearview mirror.

Li Zhenyang could see the bloodstain on Li Hengbo's chest had spread across his entire shirt, his gun‑holding hand shaking violently, yet the muzzle remained firmly pressed against his own neck.

He knew Li Hengbo was nearing his limit.

The adrenaline's effect was wearing off, and the severe blood loss and grave injuries were devouring the last vestiges of this man's vitality.

But a cornered beast still fights; the closer to death, the more dangerous.

"Ahead… turn left…" Li Hengbo's voice was so weak it was almost inaudible, "Go… go to Pier Number Three…"

Pier Number Three.

The old harbor district of Wu Zhou, abandoned for years, still had occasional small cargo and fishing boats moored there; if Li Hengbo had truly arranged a boat there…

Li Zhenyang's heart sank.

He turned the steering wheel left while glancing at the time on the dashboard with the corner of his eye.

3:41.

The Wu Zhou Police should have already caught up, but to avoid provoking Li Hengbo, the tailing vehicles kept at least a three‑hundred‑meter distance.

At that distance, if something sudden happened, there would be no time to react.

We must find a way to stop the car.

Li Zhenyang's brain raced, his eyes scanning both sides of the street—the early‑morning street was terrifyingly empty, not even a ghost in sight.

There were no vehicles to create an 'accident,' nor any usable roadblocks.

Are we really just going to watch Li Hengbo escape to the dock?

Just then!

A piercing engine roar suddenly came from behind!

Li Zhenyang instinctively looked at the rearview mirror and saw a dirty blue light truck speeding from behind at at least a hundred kilometers per hour!

That wasn't a police vehicle!

The truck's headlights cut two blinding beams through the night, its speed outrageous as it barreled down the empty street, lunging straight for the off‑road vehicle's rear!

"Damn… what the hell is going on…"

Li Hengbo also sensed the abnormality, struggling to turn his head toward the rear.

At that very moment.

"Bang!!!"

The violent impact deafened the ears!

The light truck slammed squarely into the left rear of the off‑road vehicle!

The tremendous impact sent the off‑road vehicle instantly out of control, spinning like a top on the road! Tires screeched against the pavement, sending sparks flying!

"Ah—!"

Inside the car, Li Shuting's scream was drowned out by the impact.

Li Zhenyang gripped the steering wheel desperately, trying to control the vehicle, but it was already too late. After spinning twice, the off‑road vehicle slammed hard into the roadside concrete barrier!

"Boom——!"

The front end deformed, the windshield shattering into a spiderweb pattern.

The airbags exploded outward, slamming hard against Li Zhenyang's face. He felt his vision go black, his ears ring, and warm liquid trickle down his forehead.

But he had no time to tend to his own injuries.

"Shuting… Shuting!" Li Zhenyang struggled to undo his seatbelt and turned to look at the back seat.

The sight before him made his blood run cold.

The rear seats were severely deformed.

Li Hengbo slumped in the corner, his face covered in blood, his chest wound burst open, his whole body unconscious.

And Li Shuting…

Her body was wedged in an unnatural pose between the seat and the door, her forehead striking the window frame, blood streaming down her pale cheeks.

Her eyes were half‑open, pupils dilated, her chest showing no rise or fall.

"Shuting!!!"

Li Zhenyang lunged for the door like a madman, but the deformed door was jammed. He kicked it frantically until a crack opened, and he squeezed out.

Almost simultaneously, three police cars screeched to a halt three hundred meters behind.

Wu Zhou Faction Chief Liu was the first to jump out of the car; seeing the horrific scene, his face turned ashen: "Quick! Save them! Call an ambulance!"

The police swarmed forward, some using window‑breakers to smash the rear windows, others trying to drag Li Shuting and Li Hengbo out of the car.

Li Zhenyang stumbled to his daughter's side, trembling hand reaching to check her breath.

No breath.

Checking her carotid artery, no pulse.

"Shuting… Shuting, wake up… Daddy's here… look at Daddy…" Li Zhenyang's voice broke apart; this old man who had dominated the political scene for over thirty years now knelt helplessly beside his daughter, futilely pressing on her chest in an attempt at CPR.

But Li Shuting's head lolled limp to one side, her eyes remaining half‑open, the last thing reflected in her pupils being her father's desperate face.

"Secretary Li… move aside…"

The accompanying doctor pushed forward, quickly examined, then solemnly shook his head: "Skull fracture, massive intracranial bleeding, carotid artery severed… already…"

"Save her! I order you to save her!"

Li Zhenyang grabbed the doctor's collar, his eyes blood‑red: "Use the best medicine! The best equipment! We must bring her back to life!"

The doctor was frightened stupid, stammering: "Li… Secretary Li, conditions at the scene are limited, we must send him to the hospital immediately."

"Then send him! What are we waiting for!"

"The ambulance is already on the way, but…" The doctor looked at Li Shuting's injuries, unable to finish the sentence—such injuries, even if a god came, could not be saved.

On the other side, police had already dragged the unconscious Li Hengbo out of the car.

His chest wound, torn open by the violent impact, gushed blood like a spring. The accompanying doctor performed emergency hemostasis, but the situation was equally critical.

And the offending blue mini-truck lay overturned twenty meters away.

The cab door was kicked open, and a man in his thirties wearing blue work clothes crawled out, his face covered in blood, but he appeared not seriously injured.

"Don't move!"

Two officers immediately rushed forward and pressed him to the ground.

The man offered no resistance, merely muttering: "The… the brakes failed… I didn't do it on purpose… really, the brakes failed…"

Liu Shu walked over, his eyes blazing at the offending driver, his questions booming like thunder: "Name! Occupation! Why were you driving out at three in the morning!"

"I… I'm Chen Dazhi, I… I'm a night-shift driver for Chengnan Logistics Company…" The man stammered: "I just finished delivering the goods… heading back to the company… the brakes suddenly failed on the road… I really didn't mean to… I'm willing to pay compensation… any amount."

Liu Shu's gaze was sharp as a blade.

Brake failure?

At three in the morning, on an empty street, of all times and places, they collided with Li Zhenyang and Li Hengbo's car?

Coincidence?

Only a fool would believe it!

Liu Shu stood up and barked at the criminal police captain beside him: "Investigate this person thoroughly—check his identity and background! Check his travel route tonight! Check his recent call records and bank flow! Also, tow the truck back for a full inspection; I need to know whether the brakes really failed!"

"Yes!"

Liu Shu turned, looking at Li Zhenyang kneeling beside his daughter, his back bent, and felt a surge of indescribable anger and sorrow.

He knew, Li Shuting was dead.

And this "accident" was absolutely not that simple.

To be able to precisely strike Li Zhenyang's car, to fabricate the illusion of brake failure, to act under the very noses of the police…

Only someone with such ability and daring could do it—in Wu Zhou's territory, no, in the whole incident! There is only one person, and that person is the Beijing Circle Prince—Lin Dongfan!

Lin Dongfan!

That man, who from the very start had been pressing step by step, trying to drive Li Hengbo and Li Zhenyang into a desperate situation! No wonder he agreed to hand over control of the scene—he had long prepared a killing plan!

"Lin! Dong! Fan!"

Liu Shu squeezed those three words from between his teeth, his eyes blazing with furious fire.

He pulled out his phone.

He dialed Peng Tianhua's number.

"Peng Team Leader, I'm Liu Shu of the Wu Zhou Municipal Bureau!" His voice cold as ice: "Please tell Lin Dongfan to come to the Municipal Public Security Bureau at once; there's a case requiring his cooperation."

On the other end, Peng Tianhua fell silent for two seconds: "Chief Liu, at this time? And Mr. Lin isn't a suspect—what authority do you have…"

"Li Shuting is dead!"

Liu Shu cut him off, emphasizing each word: "She died in what looks like an 'accident' car crash, and the person who created this, we have reason to suspect is connected to Lin Dongfan!"

Peng Tianhua replied calmly: "Chief Liu, don't jump to conclusions on baseless speculation."

"Whether we can settle the matter will be known after investigation!" Liu Shu said coldly: "Within an hour, I want to see Lin Dongfan at the City Bureau! Otherwise, my bureau will issue a detention order and arrest him on suspicion of murder!"

Having said that, Liu Shu angrily hung up the phone.

The night wind swept over the accident scene, carrying the smell of blood and gasoline.

The ambulance's wail grew nearer, red and blue lights bathing this gruesome scene in a hellish glow.

Li Zhenyang remained kneeling beside his daughter, motionless, like a petrified statue.

And twenty meters away, Chen Dazhi, held down on the ground, kept murmuring: "The brakes failed… I really didn't do it on purpose…"

Liu Shu stared at the man, then glanced at the dark street in the distance, his eyes flashing with cold light.

Gritting his teeth, he thought: "Lin Dongfan! You're too arrogant! If you can leave Wu Zhou unscathed this time, I'll take your surname!"