Chapter 152: Meeting Old Friends Again

"Daddy! Help!"
Guan Mie faintly heard the call of his son.
Though he was struggling hard to shake off Cabot behind him, as a father, Guan Mie could not help worrying about his two sons.
*Screeech—*
The friction between the tires and the ground kicked up billows of white smoke, and Guan Mie ultimately chose to step on the brakes.
Cabot was taken aback, yet still overtook him, the black racing car shrinking rapidly in his rearview mirror.
Guan Mie brought his racing car to a halt and turned the vehicle around to wait.
In-car communications could no longer reach either of his sons, and a heavy sense of impending doom weighed upon his heart.
"Deactivate the overtaking sensors and the explosive detonation device first," Guan Mie ordered his subordinates.
In the distance, the four racing cars of the Pantheon Team were driving toward him, yet not a single black racing car could bring Guan Mie any comfort.
Along the way, the Four Main Gods had adopted a relay-leading tactic to prevent the explosives from detonating, but at this moment, they suddenly noticed that the screen of the explosive timer had gone dark.
"It seems Guan Mie has conceded defeat," Geng Hua said excitedly to the other three.
"Yes, he's waiting for us up ahead," Wang Yining, who was leading the pack, had already spotted the opponent.
The four cars came to a steady stop in succession, and the Four Main Gods stepped out of their vehicles.
Consumed by anxiety, Guan Mie asked impatiently, "Where are my sons?"
However, no one answered.
"Where are my sons? What have you done to the two of them?" Guan Mie seemed to have lost his habitual perversity.
"I'm sorry, they fell off the cliff," Mo Shu perceived Guan Mie's anxiety and stated bluntly.
"How could this be..." Hearing the unfortunate news, Guan Mie's already hunchbacked frame became even more stooped.
"Sorry, they were determined to drive us to our deaths, so..." Mo Shu had always been deeply antagonistic toward Guan Mie, yet at this moment, he suddenly felt a pang of softness.
"Oh please, you saw how evil they were, and now you're apologizing to him," Geng Hua stepped forward to correct him.
Indeed, Guan Mie was evil. He would spare not even the spectators who expressed dissatisfaction with him, reducing countless innocent lives to ashes in mere moments.
Yet as a father, Guan Mie's care and love for his sons were not wrong, and the heartbreaking scene before him still moved Mo Shu slightly.
However, Mo Shu had underestimated Guan Mie; excessive kindness had always been Mo Shu's fatal flaw.
"Murderers! Which of you is the murderer who killed my son?" Guan Mie's expression twisted abruptly as he roared and interrogated the Four Main Gods.
"It was me," Mo Shu replied calmly.
"I knew it was you! If not for you, I would have unified the racing world long ago! You must pay the price for this!" His roaring distorted Guan Mie's facial features to an extreme degree. He ran back to his car and began rummaging through something.

Mo Shu spread his hands in a helpless gesture and said to the other three, "Why don't you guys go ahead? I'll handle this matter. Don't forget, nearly ten thousand spectators are still waiting for us to rescue them."
"Rescue? No way! I've activated all the explosives with a ten-minute countdown. Just wait to perish together with us!" Guan Mie turned back, his left hand clutching a remote-control-like device.
"How can you go back on your word? Who was it that said whoever lost the race would let all the hostages go?" Mo Shu asked with a hint of anger.
"Heh, you believed me just because I said it casually? You're too naive, young man," Guan Mie sneered coldly, shaking the remote in his hand.
To everyone's surprise, Mo Shu also let out a chuckle and said, "I anticipated that you wouldn't keep your promise, so..."
Before his voice faded, a "chug-chug-chug" sound of helicopter blades echoed from behind the mountain ridge.
A helicopter descended from the sky, its massive insignia emblazoned on the fuselage startling everyone present.
"Vermilion? You bitch, what are you meddling for?!" Disregarding whether the other party could hear him, Guan Mie roared frantically toward the sky.
Mo Shu waved his hand, and the helicopter began to descend slowly. The wild turbulence whipped up by the rotor blades forced everyone to hunch down.
A soft ladder was lowered. Mo Shu sprinted to it, scrambled up instantly, and the helicopter rapidly regained altitude and soared upward.
"Mo Shu! What are you doing?" Wang Yining shouted at the top of her lungs.
The helicopter engine was deafeningly loud, and Mo Shu could not hear a word Wang Yining said. Clinging to the middle section of the rope ladder, he smiled, shook his ring, and then raised three fingers.
What did that mean? Was he saying OK? What the hell kind of OK was that?! The three Main Gods cursed inwardly in unison.
Meanwhile, Guan Mie seemed to have suddenly realized something, and unleashed another torrent of frantic roars at the sky.
"Impossible! Impossible! You bastard, how could you have mastered the Level Three Spirit Ring EMP?!"
Overlooking the scene from high above, Mo Shu could not help mocking Guan Mie's hysterical appearance.
Why should you, Guan Mie, be able to reach Level Three, while I have to struggle on with a Level One ring? Mo Shu thought proudly.
"The game is up!" Guan Mie slammed a hand hard against his forehead.
As a seasoned veteran of the underworld, he could naturally guess what Mo Shu was up to.
That very morning, Guan Mie had been wondering why the satellite antenna on the roof of the office building seemed to have shifted its position.
It turned out to be the handiwork of this brat Mo Shu. He had plotted this long in advance.
Clever! Using the satellite antenna to amplify a Level Three EMP could cause all the detonators to fail simultaneously.
Guan Mie had thought he was the only one who could conceive of this method, never expecting that brat Mo Shu would not lag half a step behind him.
Viewed in this light, Mo Shu's brain was sharper than Fan Fei's, and his driving skills entirely surpassed Fan Yu's.
Fan Yu? Fan Fei? He had almost forgotten that they were already...
At the thought of his sons, a surge of hot blood rushed to Guan Mie's head.
Once again, he ran frantically back to his car and violently yanked open the glove compartment.

Mo Shu, still airborne, had not flown far when he saw Guan Mie striding toward his companions clutching a black object.
Staring intently, Mo Shu turned pale with fright and hurriedly waved his hands to signal his companions to turn around and guard against Guan Mie.
Geng Hua was the first to understand the gesture. Looking back, he immediately shouted at the top of his lungs, "Guan Mie has a gun! Everyone scatter!"
"No one is allowed to run! Otherwise, I'll blow her brains out!" Guan Mie raised his right hand, pointing a black Colt pistol straight at Wang Qing's forehead.
The three of them had no choice but to freeze, grinding their teeth in frustration.
They should have anticipated that Guan Mie would keep a trump card for himself; what infuriated them was their own delayed realization.
"Since I can't kill the others, taking the three of you down with me still means I come out ahead!" Guan Mie's eyes reddened as his finger hooked onto the trigger.
Looking at the pitch-black barrel of the gun, Wang Qing closed her eyes involuntarily, knowing she could not escape this fate.
"Heh, say goodbye," Guan Mie sneered coldly.
*Bang!*
A gunshot echoed through the entire valley, loud enough that even Mo Shu, hanging beneath the helicopter, heard it with crystal clarity.
"Damn it! I'll take your life!"
Consumed by fury, Wang Yining started her car and rammed it toward Guan Mie.
*Crash—!*
The car plowed headfirst into the hillside, its front end utterly crushed, the hood blown open, and coolant leaking all over the ground.
Wang Yining stepped out of the car, tears welling up in her eyes. With a tense jaw, she cast a cold glance at the mangled heap that was Guan Mie, confirming he was thoroughly finished.
Then, she rushed toward Wang Qing like a madwoman, hoping against hope to catch a glimpse of life.
"Sister Yining, wh... why did this happen?" Wang Qing choked out, already sobbing breathlessly.
"Don't panic, let me see!" Wang Yining rapidly checked the wound, only to find hot, surging blood staining her hands crimson.
After a moment, Wang Yining heaved a heavy sigh and collapsed backward to sit beside Wang Qing.
"It's too late... There's nothing I can do... I... I'm sorry, Wang Qing..." Unstoppable hot tears burst from Wang Yining's eyes.
She pulled Wang Qing into a tight embrace and wept aloud, moving enough to shake heaven and earth.
When her tears were finally exhausted, Wang Yining patted Wang Qing gently, urging her not to grieve excessively.
Wang Qing raised her trembling hand, gently stroked the gradually cooling body of Geng Hua lying in a pool of blood, and slowly closed his eyes.