"Let's talk seriously now." Wang Zhuo cleared his throat, a rare trace of doubt showing. "About last night, I feel like I might have gone a bit too far. She's a woman, after all. Dealing with her that way seems less than honorable. What do you all think?"

Siyuan immediately replied with sharp finality, "She deserved it. You don't need to be soft-hearted with people like that. Deal with one who comes, and be ready for the next two!"

In this era, cherishing and protecting the fair sex was a guiding principle for many chauvinists. "Ladies first, women foremost"—this borrowed phrase was what they touted and revered.

But from Siyuan's perspective, they were all women. Since you tried to kidnap my man, any retaliation I exact is surely not excessive! The fact that Wang Zhuo played with you for one night and then let you go like nothing more than a puff of smoke was already an immense act of mercy on his part!

Wang Zhuo nodded thoughtfully. Siyuan's answer was within expectation. Though she didn't explicitly say, "If it's offered, why wouldn't I enjoy it?" the meaning was essentially the same.

"What do you think?" He then asked Bai Lu.

Bai Lu hesitated for a moment, then said with some embarrassment, "We should probably be mindful of safety."

Although her manner of speaking was deliberately subtle, how could Wang Zhuo miss the subtext? He chuckled loudly and said, "Don't worry, I studied medicine. I won't catch any of those kinds of diseases."

Bai Lu instantly flushed crimson. "I—I didn't mean it that way."

"Stop explaining," Wang Zhuo waved his hand with a smile. "I know you're concerned about my safety and health, not afraid I'll pass anything on to you, right? Don't underestimate me; I can see exactly what's on your mind."

"Who would dare underestimate our Instructor Wang?" Siyuan giggled, smoothing things over. "Xiao Bai, just say whatever you're thinking. Do you need to stand on ceremony with Instructor Wang?"

Wang Zhuo smiled faintly. Bai Lu's reserve wasn't about being overly formal; it was simply her nature. And precisely because of this, women revealed different kinds of beauty and variance. If everyone were bold and unreserved, treating eating a spicy sausage like drinking plain water, wouldn't that be incredibly dull?

Why do so many men forget their old flames after finding a new one? It's precisely because the old flame no longer provides novelty. But if one is like Wang Zhuo, surrounded by a constellation of beauties, occasionally having a Black Widow like Qu Jingyou jump out to spice things up, then he can find novelty in every woman. Whether new love or old, they are all cherished, and he would be loath to let any go.

As he savored the taste of life, a faint, almost imperceptible aura gave him a sense of warning. His X-ray vision immediately snapped to full power, bringing the surrounding two kilometers under his holographic surveillance!

Looking around, the Buick business van was currently driving from the airport toward the city center. The vicinity was a newly developed suburban area, its level of development similar to where Gan Lin was kidnapped by the nefarious forces of the Red House shortly after he first arrived in Jiangzhou. The road was wide, with sparse traffic and pedestrians.

At a speed of eighty kilometers per hour, the two-kilometer radius of his X-ray vision provided about a one-minute look-ahead window. Within this range, Wang Zhuo could perceive everything; anyone targeting him would be unable to hide.

His spirit taut with focus, in just five seconds, he locked onto a heavy-duty dump truck hauling sand and gravel ahead. It was an almost new vehicle, traveling light, its driver keenly monitoring the movement behind him in the rearview mirror. A dark-skinned young man wearing sunglasses sat in the passenger seat, talking to someone via a Bluetooth headset.

One more! Wang Zhuo suddenly felt a jolt. Behind his own Buick van, about two hundred meters back in an adjacent lane, a black Hummer H2 was traveling at the same speed. In the back seat, a middle-aged woman was observing the front with binoculars, while the passenger held a mobile phone, speaking to the sunglass-wearing man in the dump truck.

Wang Zhuo immediately understood: this group was executing a meticulously planned traffic accident. The reason he detected them early was that the dump truck driver kept glancing repeatedly into his rearview mirror, which is what gave Wang Zhuo the feeling of being watched.

With the increasing mastery of his X-ray vision, Wang Zhuo's sight surpassed that of ordinary people by a great margin, even when he wasn't actively using it. While he couldn't make out the features in a rearview mirror a kilometer away, catching a sliver of hostile intent if their gazes accidentally met was not impossible.

Furthermore, their current heightened excitement and malicious intent meant their outward gaze differed from usual, which is precisely how he caught them!

By monitoring the communication inside both vehicles and the passenger's mobile call, Wang Zhuo quickly deciphered their plan. This was a three-lane road where traffic moved in the same direction, the leftmost lane being the passing lane and the right the slow lane. His Buick and the dump truck ahead were both in the middle lane. The plan was to have the dump truck slow down, then slam into them as Wang Zhuo attempted to overtake. If he managed to slow down and evade, the Hummer in the rear would deliver the follow-up blow.

All dump trucks suffer from the issue of being 'under-labeled for their true capacity.' Such vehicles are absolute killers. Owners often raise the carriage height and reinforce the undercarriage with steel beams to haul more cargo; some can carry over a hundred tons, enough to grind a living person into paste.

The dump truck ahead had been modified, adding nearly three tons of extra equipment to its base weight, plus three more tons of sludge and soil clinging to the truck bed, bringing its total weight close to twenty tons. The Buick van weighed less than two tons. If truly smashed into the central median barrier, it would surely result in the vehicle's destruction and fatalities!

Who on earth was so vicious as to want him dead? While his mind raced, Wang Zhuo said in a deep voice, "You two, fasten your seatbelts."

"Why all of a sudden?" Siyuan muttered softly but obediently leaned back and buckled up.

Bai Lu was far more compliant. Sensing the unusual tone in Wang Zhuo's voice, she fastened her seatbelt while looking out the window with confusion.

"Don't look around; someone is watching us," Wang Zhuo stated firmly. "Siyuan, how are the brakes on this car?"

"They've been upgraded," Siyuan grew tense, quickly adding, "They work exactly the same as the brakes on your Audi now."

"Good, very good," Wang Zhuo nodded in satisfaction and smiled. "You two sit tight. No matter what happens next, do not get out of the car. Remember?"

The two women immediately agreed. Wang Zhuo wasted no more words, tapped the accelerator lightly, and sped up toward the dump truck ahead.

The Hummer behind trailed at a steady pace. Seeing the Buick suddenly accelerate, it quickly responded by speeding up to keep pace. After accelerating, it took only two or three minutes for the Buick to catch up to the dump truck. Seeing the sudden complication in their plan, both the Hummer and the dump truck crews became frantically busy.

Since the goal was to stage an accident, they couldn't act openly; they had to be sneaky. Wang Zhuo analyzed that firearms were unlikely; the most probable scenario was that if he survived the collision, they would use a wrench or iron pipe to finish the job.

This plot was clearly not orchestrated by Qu Jingyou. She had been certain about last night's events and hadn't anticipated him taking photos, so she wouldn't have prepared such a contingency. The perpetrator must be someone else. If he discovered their conspiracy and avoided it, that would be easy, but failing to uncover the mastermind would mean constant vigilance going forward—life would become unbearable!

"Is there something wrong with that Hummer behind us?" Bai Lu asked softly.

"Yes," Wang Zhuo nodded. "There's probably more than just one vehicle."

Siyuan asked, "What do we do now?"

"Let's see what they intend to do first," Wang Zhuo replied calmly. In truth, the opponents were fully prepared to bury everyone in the car, but he chose not to tell Siyuan and Bai Lu to prevent them from worrying.

Seeing the Hummer clinging tightly behind, a cold smirk touched the corner of Wang Zhuo's mouth. Even a clay figure has a spark of anger, let alone him? Qu Jingyou's scheme last night could be tolerated; he could swallow the sugar coating of her poisoned candy and return the shell, as she had come with sincerity and offered an unprecedented 'favor.' But this current group was clearly a different faction; their goal wasn't kidnapping, but outright murder!

Wang Zhuo would show absolutely no mercy to this lot. At least Miss Qu's tactics were milder, offering a unique experience—she came with full sincerity. This group, however, was cowardly and secretive, going straight for the kill, and they dragged Siyuan and Bai Lu into it. Their actions were far more depraved than Qu Jingyou's. Moreover, these people weren't even planning to leave an opportunity for revenge; they intended to create an accidental crash so that no one could ever trace the real cause of Wang Zhuo's death!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Just as he was about to catch up to the dump truck, Wang Zhuo suddenly decelerated and changed lanes, cutting directly in front of the Hummer.

The Hummer nearly rear-ended them, and the driver instinctively slammed on the brakes, maintaining a distance of about ten meters from the Buick van, barely avoiding a collision.

This was outside their plan. If their vehicles scraped now, the dump truck couldn't reverse into them. Not only would their entire scheme unravel, but with both parties making visual contact, executing the same plan again would be impossible!

While everyone inside the vehicles gaped in stunned surprise, the Buick continued to slow down. The Hummer driver was forced into a sequence of downshifts, releasing the accelerator, changing lanes, and braking. In less than ten seconds, the Buick had effectively cornered the Hummer between the passing lane and the fast lane on the highway.

With a click, the driver of the Buick unlocked the door. Wang Zhuo gracefully stepped out, slamming the door shut with a bang.

The Hummer was imposing and tall. Behind it, a Toyota sedan had been inexplicably blocked. The driver hadn't seen the Buick ahead and assumed the Hummer had broken down. He leaned his head out of the driver's seat, about to utter a few words, when he saw a tall young man appear from nowhere, hands casually shoved in his pockets, pacing with deliberate steps toward the Hummer's driver-side door. The young man then tilted his head, spat dismissively onto the ground, right beside the door.