Before long, however, the Security Team member behind the wheel of the porsche 918 left Hao Liang in the dust.
Realizing he'd lost his tail, Hao Liang was furious.
To make Jiang Cheng's porsche 918 lose its brakes, he'd pulled every string he could.
In the end he hired a seasoned car thief on the dark web.
He'd even paid the man a whopping hundred grand for the job.
And this was the result?
Watching the porsche 918 brake perfectly in front of him, Hao Liang felt he'd been played.
In a rage, he tracked the thief to a dim alley off the street.
"Brother Gou, are you sure you messed with his brakes? You didn't screw up, right?" Hao Liang asked, scowling.
The man called Brother Gou gave a confident nod, the corner of his mouth curling. "Positive. Once he speeds up he won't be able to stop. Don't bug me unless you've got more business—then I'm all ears."
Looking at the guy's smug face, Hao Liang raked his hair in frustration. "Super-cars aren't normal cars—have you even driven one? Don't mix them up. I tailed him the whole way and he drove fine."
Brother Gou felt insulted by the doubt.
"Don't look down on me, punk. I've jacked more rides than you've sat in. I said it's done, it's done. You calling me a liar?"
Seeing Brother Gou flare up, Hao Liang softened his tone. "I followed him onto the highway—he cruised the whole loop without a hitch. You say it's fixed? I say no. Refund. You botched the job."
The moment "refund" hit the air, Brother Gou jumped up.
He jabbed a finger at Hao Liang's nose like he was staring at an idiot. "Refund my ass! I risked my neck in that parking lot at dawn for your damn super-car. If I'd been caught you know what would've happened? Job's done—anything after is none of my business. Now beat it."
After that tirade Hao Liang wasn't having it either.
No one had ever dared point a finger at him like that.
Even his parents always spoke to him sweetly.
And now some penniless street punk cussed him out?
"I don't care. You botched it—refund. Either give my money back or I report you," Hao Liang threatened.
Brother Gou burst out laughing at the words. After two loud guffaws he slicked back his long yellow hair in mock pity.
"Are you stupid? You're the mastermind here—use your brain. Money paid, job done. Now piss off."
With that he shoved Hao Liang aside and tried to leave.
But Hao Liang wanted his hundred-grand pocket money back and blocked him at once.
Puffing out his chest, he looked ready to fight to the death.
"You're not leaving, con-man! Refund! Or I'll hound you forever!"
"Screw your mother—don't think you can freeload off Brother Jie!"
He grabbed Hao Liang's collar and punched him square in the face.
A skinny college kid was no match for a roughneck who'd lived on the streets.
In moments Hao Liang's face was black and blue.
After a few swings Brother Gou saw Hao Liang cowering in the corner like a beaten dog.
He sucked up a mouthful of phlegm in disdain.
"Hah—ptui!"
He'd thought Hao Liang had some backbone—turned out he was just a weak chicken.
He'd seen plenty like him: stab you in the back, then crumble face-to-face.
Pathetic.
Only after Brother Gou walked off did Hao Liang scramble up and hack up his own wad of phlegm with all his might.
"Hah-ptui! Hah-ptui! Screw your aunt! Uncivilized trash—drop dead, you penniless moron!"
Hao Liang was seething. Not only had he failed to hurt Jiang Cheng, he'd also thrown away a hundred grand for nothing.
That hundred grand had taken him years to save.
On top of that his handsome face was ruined and one of his front teeth had been loosened by Brother Gou.
How could he ever explain this to his parents?
Left with no choice, he gritted his teeth, climbed into his bmw and headed to the hospital for bandages.
He hadn't driven far before hitting another red light.
He stamped the brake and cursed non-stop.
"Damn damn damn! Why so many reds? And you losers—if you don't own cars stay home! Crawling along blocking me—watch me floor it and mow you down!"
While idling he watched pedestrians on the cross-walk and a twisted idea of revenge on society surfaced.
He couldn't beat Jiang Cheng, and now even a street thug had walked all over him.
Life felt pointless; the red light flipped his road rage—he just wanted to slam the accelerator and plow ahead.
Luckily the light turned green before the urge took over.
Meanwhile Jiang Cheng's side: Police started pulling surveillance from every intersection, tracing the thief's route.
The amount involved was huge, and with Wanda pressing them, officers moved fast.
Normally if you lost an ordinary car, sorry—recovery was a coin toss.
But only a handful of porsche 918s existed in the city, making the hunt far easier.
The fear was that the car might be re-wrapped and smuggled out of Shanghai.
If that happened, things would get complicated.
Footage soon pinpointed the car; it was parked at a second-hand dealership out on the ring road.
With the location locked, officers rushed to the scene.
The dealership boss stood bewildered.
He said a masked man had dropped it off, claiming Hao Liang sent him and that Hao would come later to settle the price.
After all, Hao Liang had bought a second-hand bmw from them just two days earlier.
That single tip almost sealed the suspect's identity.
Then, with a little "helpful leak" from the Security Team, Brother Gou was quickly arrested.
Facing serious charges, he pointed straight at Hao Liang as the mastermind who'd paid him to tamper with Jiang Cheng's brakes.
He even produced the transfer record Hao Liang had sent him.
Now the whole truth had surfaced.
Only Hao Liang and the thief who'd driven the car away remained at large.
While Hao Liang was getting stitched up, the Security Team hacked the hospital's CCTV and then sabotaged the brakes on his bmw.
Soon after, Police rang Hao Liang using the second-hand boss's phone—no one answered.
They deployed every means to track him down.
Before long a report came in.
The suspect's car had crashed shortly after entering the highway, slamming into the roadside piers—car wrecked, driver dead.