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In the passenger seat, Jiang Churan had no intention of listening to Liang Hui's report, but his words still reached her ears.
The slightly lazy smile that was originally on Jiang Churan's face froze instantly.
Her slender fingers unconsciously gripped the edge of her clothes, her knuckles turning slightly white.
Those almond eyes, which always seemed to hold a watery shimmer, widened in unbelievable shock.
"Dead... dead?" she repeated softly, her voice carrying a trace of imperceptible trembling.
Although she had no good feelings toward those arrogant foreign racers, hearing such news so suddenly still caused her a moment of heart palpitations.
Compared to her surprise, Jiang Cheng appeared much more composed, only raising an eyebrow slightly and putting on a look of astonishment: "All dead?"
Liang Hui continued his report calmly:
"Yes, Young Master Jiang. Two were still breathing when we arrived, but they passed away on the way to the hospital..."
"Hoh, then the heavens truly have eyes..."
Hearing this, after Jiang Cheng finished speaking, Liang Hui lowered his head and did not respond.
After thinking for a moment, he said to Jiang Cheng, "Young Master Jiang, could we have a private word?"
Jiang Cheng gave a light laugh upon hearing this, casually closed the car door, and leaned against the smooth door of the bugatti.
"Old Liang, what exactly is it? Why are you being so hesitant?"
Jiang Cheng naturally trusted Liang Hui; after all, he was one of his own.
However, even with his own people, Jiang Cheng would not reveal even a shred of unnecessary exposure in front of him.
Aside from the people arranged by the system, the person Jiang Cheng trusted most was himself.
His father had once said that if a person wants to remain invincible, they must always keep something back from those around them.
Liang Hui bowed slightly. This man, who was an absolute authority in the security department, maintained a perfect level of respect before Jiang Cheng. He leaned in half a step closer and lowered his voice even further: "Young Master Jiang, the dashcam data from the vehicles involved at the scene has been taken over by our relevant departments immediately. You can rest assured regarding everything that follows; we will handle it properly, and there won't be any unnecessary trouble."
The air suddenly fell silent.
Jiang Cheng didn't speak, just quietly staring at Liang Hui.
Those eyes, which usually held a few hints of nonchalance, were now so deep they were startling.
He just looked at Liang Hui like that, with even a faint, lingering smile on his lips, yet his gaze seemed capable of piercing through a person's heart.
Being stared at by Jiang Cheng so suddenly, the pressure from Sit Like a Divine Bell instantly made Liang Hui feel a bit breathless.
He knew Jiang Cheng's status, so he also knew that Jiang Cheng was usually quite low-key in the outside world.
After all, aside from the security personnel around him, few people likely knew his identity.
But Liang Hui really hadn't expected that a young man of Jiang Cheng's age would have such a powerful aura when he darkened his expression.
Liang Hui felt an invisible pressure rushing toward him.
He had experienced countless storms and faced all kinds of difficult characters, but at this moment, under Jiang Cheng's gaze, he actually found it difficult to breathe.
Fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, which he didn't dare wipe away. He could only maintain his slightly bowed posture and wait.
A few seconds later, Jiang Cheng suddenly chuckled and reached out to pat Liang Hui's shoulder.
The movement was very light, yet it made Liang Hui's entire body stiffen.
"Old Liang," Jiang Cheng's tone was still relaxed, as if he were making a casual joke, "what do you mean by that? Coming all this way to tell me this, why are you telling me? You're making it sound like this has something to do with me."
These words were spoken nonchalantly, yet they sent a chill through Liang Hui's heart. He immediately heard the unspoken warning in those words—it was a reminder that some lines should not be crossed and some things should not be asked.
Liang Hui hurriedly bent his waist even lower, his tone becoming even more cautious: "No, no! Young Master Jiang, please don't misunderstand! I absolutely did not mean that!" He paused, weighing his words, "This is just... just our duty. For major incidents occurring near areas where you frequently visit, we provide a routine report to keep you informed. There is absolutely no other meaning!"
Only then did Jiang Cheng straighten up with satisfaction, returning to his lazy and casual manner: "Fine, I understand. Just do things according to the rules."
He turned and pulled open the car door. Before sitting in the driver's seat, as if remembering something, he looked back at Liang Hui and smiled: "Thanks for your hard work, Old Liang."
That smile was gentle and appropriate, as if the suffocating pressure from moments ago had never existed.
Liang Hui stood in place, watching the bugatti slowly drive away. Only then did he let out a long breath and raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
In his heart, he understood: this Young Master Jiang was far more unfathomable than he had imagined.
The Koenigsegg once again transformed into a ghost in the dark night, smoothly merging into the flow of traffic.
The interior of the car was isolated from the outside clamor, leaving only the low breathing of the engine and a faint fragrance.
Jiang Churan leaned back in the expensive leather seat, her gaze falling on the neon lights flashing past the window, her eyes somewhat drifting.
In her mind, she couldn't help but see Jerry's arrogant face, the conflict on the track, Jiang Cheng's calm yet terrifying eyes, and finally the tragic multi-car collision... Jiang Churan couldn't help but steal a glance at Jiang Cheng in the driver's seat.
At this moment, Jiang Cheng was focused on the road conditions ahead, his profile looking exceptionally cold and stern in the flickering light and shadows.
But his fingers resting on the steering wheel were relaxed, tapping lightly to the rhythm of the car's music, as if everything that had just happened was merely an insignificant interlude.
Jiang Churan hesitated for a moment, but finally asked softly, with a trace of imperceptible testing and concern: "...Are you okay?"
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng turned his head to give her a quick glance. The corners of his mouth seemed to hook into a very faint arc, his tone casual and certain: "What could possibly be wrong?"
It was a very simple sentence, not even directly answering any question.
But the composure and certainty in that tone acted like a strange magic, instantly smoothing over the churning uncertainty and shock in Jiang Churan's heart.
Yes, what could be wrong?
No matter what happened, or if nothing happened at all, to him, it was all just 'nothing.'
Looking at his calm and composed profile, Jiang Churan suddenly felt that her wild thoughts from a moment ago were somewhat ridiculous.
The last bit of lingering chill in her heart quietly dissipated, replaced by an indescribable sense of security and a complex emotion mixed with fear and attraction from glimpsing a tip of the iceberg.
Exhaling softly, a gentle smile returned to her face. She shook her head, and her tone became lighthearted: "Mhm, as long as everything's okay."
The Mind Perception Skill could sense the faint fear in Jiang Churan's heart, but there was even more concern for Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng didn't think much of the fear in Jiang Churan's heart; she was a normal person.
As the saying goes, being with a ruler is like being with a tiger; wasn't fear normal?
But besides fear, the element of concern was clearly much greater, and that was enough.
Soon, the roar of the dark nights sound approached from afar, like a black beast bursting into the urban jungle, finally coming to a steady stop before the brightly lit porch of the 'Mijing' Bar.