Chapter 474: Ba安shan Race Track

aid, "I have eyewitnesses; do you always act without distinguishing right from wrong when making arrests"Wang Zheng turned and walked into the guest room, carrying Zhu Qingqing out.A few police office...Chapter 474: Ba'an Mountain Race Track

"Why are you here" Wang Zheng vaguely sensed that Zhang Yafeng didn't have any malicious intentions, or rather, her motives were well concealed.

"Can I keep you guessing" Zhang Yafeng smiled. It had to be said, the chat with Wang Zheng this evening made her feel quite good, which was somewhat different from what she had initially envisioned.

Of course, as a woman of Zhang Yafeng's caliber, if she dared to bring Wang Zheng out alone, she wasn't afraid that he would have any bad intentions toward her. However, Wang Zheng's words this evening made her impression of him change for the better.

"Nope, unless you enjoy the feeling of being out late at night with a man," said Wang Zheng with a grin. "Otherwise, you wouldn't drag things out like this."

Zhang Yafeng's eyes reflected the starlight in the sky: "I don’t have any other intentions either. Actually, your analysis was quite accurate just now. I guess you mustn’t be making baseless speculations."

"You're right," Wang Zheng nodded with a smile; Zhang Yafeng really was very smart. "Take a look at this photo."

Wang Zheng passed his phone over, and Zhang Yafeng glanced at it. It showed a woman in tight cycling clothes, wearing wind goggles and a helmet, feeding pigeons on a small square, with a flock of snow-white pigeons around her.

The photo was indeed well-taken; it looked very appealing.

"Can you really make so many judgments about me based on this one photo" Zhang Yafeng said. "That's too hasty, isn't it"

In fact, Zhang Yafeng was also somewhat surprised. She didn't know that someone had secretly taken a photo of her feeding pigeons. Of course, she didn't ask where the picture came from either; she guessed it to be about eighty or ninety percent accurate that He Yan, who was Wang Zheng's good friend and in charge of a top-secret state organization, could easily get such a photograph.

"This photo wasn't taken by He Yan." As if he had read Zhang Yafeng's thoughts, Wang Zheng explained, "It’s a picture posted on an American mainstream photography website. A photographer was originally taking photos of pigeons when you unexpectedly appeared in his frame. This photo later won third place at the USA Annual Photography Contest."

A trace of surprise flickered across Zhang Yafeng's face: "Is that so I didn’t know about it. Send me this picture later, I need to keep it well."

Women love taking photos; tomboys are no exception—provided they're in the frame.

"In reality, you’re a very kind person deep down and don't have to come back to Fuzhou to stir up trouble," Wang Zheng put away his phone and said.

The photo was indeed sent by He Yan. To know both oneself and one's enemy ensures victory in every battle—Wang Zheng understood this point well.

"I have no choice but to come." Zhang Yafeng replied, "This is my home."

"Just nominally your home," Wang Zheng snorted coldly.

"It’s still a home," Zhang Yafeng turned her face and said stubbornly, clearly indicating her stance.

She would never stand idly by while the Zhang family broke apart under Wang Zheng's control.

When Wang Zheng heard this, he didn't say anything more and simply said淡然地說道：“With your strength alone, it's not enough.

No matter the outcome, I have to give it a try.

Zhang Yafeng drove along the winding mountain road for half an hour. At a fork in the road, he turned onto a narrow path that barely allowed two cars to pass side by side.

"I sense danger," Wang Zheng said with his eyes squinted as the wind picked up on the mountain.

"Danger" Zhang Yafeng taunted. "Then you can get out of the car."

"No, I want to see what methods you'll use against me." Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes; if he got out now, it would be equivalent to conceding defeat first.

"You shouldn't always assume people are so malicious," Zhang Yafeng said with a smile.

It was strange. Logically, Wang Zheng and Zhang Yafeng should have been irreconcilable enemies, but after their first meeting, not only did Zhang Yafeng feel no hatred towards Wang Zheng, she found herself enjoying the conversation and wanting to continue chatting without any awkwardness that strangers might experience. This kind of feeling hadn't appeared in Zhang Yafeng for many years.

"Have you heard of the Baian Mountain race track" Zhang Yafeng asked.

"No, is it in Fuzhou I'm not very familiar with this area."

"Not just for Fuzhou, but also in the southeast provinces. For young car enthusiasts, it's like a paradise," Zhang Yafeng had a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

"You have been going to that place called Ba'an Mountain Circuit every week since high school" Wang Zheng asked with surprise.

"Yes, now that I think about it, it's been quite a few years since I last went there. I might even forget the way. I wonder if anything has changed."

"You want to take me racing" Wang Zheng said oddly.

"What Is there something wrong with that" Zhang Yafeng laughed, "My driving skills are rarely matched."

"It's not that I think it's wrong, but I didn't expect you to do such a crazy thing," Wang Zheng remarked thoughtfully. "Judging by the condition of these roads, Ba'an Mountain Circuit must be even more dangerous. If one were to fall off a cliff, there would be no salvation. I don't think you are someone who doesn't value life."

"Actually, all the roads have guardrails, but due to high speeds, every year or so, some unlucky person crashes through and plunges down," Zhang Yafeng paused before continuing, "Now it's probably quite famous underground. After years of operating secretly, it has become the most famous illegal racing track in the southeast region."

"You seem like a completely different person to me," Wang Zheng shook his head.

In modern society, speeding is a common issue among many white-collar workers. After working tense hours during the day, they begin their release after work. At night, they often transform into someone else under dual pressures of life and work. Urbanites, whose happiness levels are increasingly low due to pressure, desperately need an outlet for their frustrations.

Zhang Yafeng had been far more independent than his peers since childhood, mainly because his mother passed away early on, and his father was too busy with work to pay him much attention. He hardly interacted with his younger siblings either. Almost from teenage years, he lived alone, where the bitterness and suppression in his heart often found no outlet. eyes bore an intimidating emotion: "For every one who comes, one will die. If all of you come over here, then all of you shall stay here.""Eastern Tyrant King, aren’t you being overly confident" Luo...