However, Cheng Chuan was already a desperate man with his own ruthless edge. He reached into the trunk and grabbed a steel rod, swinging it down at Xu Yi’s head. Xu Yi dodged several times but took a hit on his back, yet managed to plunge his second knife into Cheng Chuan’s right chest. This time Cheng Chuan completely lost the ability to move, collapsing to the ground, gasping for breath, blood flowing continuously.

Cheng Chuan’s face twisted as he roared hoarsely: “Xu Yi, you’re insane… If you kill me, those materials will be reported to the police and you’ll go to prison too! Did you think I was just bluffing?”

Xu Yi picked up the steel rod he’d dropped on the ground and struck his head with a “crack,” knocking him unconscious. Xu Yi tossed the steel rod into the trunk, saying flatly: “Fool.”

Seeing that Cheng Chuan was barely breathing, Xu Yi couldn’t let him die just yet. He picked him up like a dead dog and threw him in the back seat, then fished out the car keys and phone from his body before sitting in the driver’s seat himself.

Next, Xu Yi called his assistant: “I’m planning to see a psychiatrist. Come help me drive the car back. Don’t reveal today’s schedule to anyone.”

Involving his boss’s privacy, the assistant immediately agreed without question.

Xu Yi then used Cheng Chuan’s fingerprint to unlock his phone. After scrolling for just a moment, he found that fellow inmate on WeChat. Their chat records were clearly visible, even including the inmate’s address—he’d also been released not long ago and lived alone.

Xu Yi sneered coldly, carefully wiped the fingerprints off the phone, and put it back on Cheng Chuan.

Then he went around to the trunk, took out the materials inside, looked through them, and burned them all clean with a fire.

Cheng Chuan’s fellow inmate lived on the other side of the river. So the person who killed Cheng Chuan today would be that inmate—the two had a dispute over money, fought, and stabbed each other to death.

The night had grown very deep.

A light rain began falling from the sky. Xu Yi took off his suit jacket, put on a mask and Cheng Chuan’s hat, dressed all in black, and drove the black jeep, queuing on the highway outside the river-crossing tunnel.

His phone rang—the villa’s butler calling. Xu Yi inexplicably had an ominous premonition. Steering with one hand, he answered the call.

“Mr. Xu, I just checked the surveillance and discovered that this afternoon, someone infiltrated the villa and took the young lady away.”

Last night when Xu Yi brought the unconscious Li Weiyi back to the villa, only his trusted butler saw and helped him arrange things. Xu Yi mentioned she was a girlfriend with a serious illness who didn’t like seeing people, and he handled everything personally. The butler wisely kept silent.

Xu Yi gripped the phone, looking up at the rain curtain in front of the car, laughing coldly: “She has a serious illness, her mind isn’t clear, and you people still couldn’t watch over her. I’m very angry. Delete all today’s surveillance, take apart the hard drive, smash it to pieces, and throw it in the river—out of sight, out of mind.”

“Yes.”

“The master bedroom is dirty. Arrange for people to clean it thoroughly immediately. Every place must be scrubbed three times, including that sealed room where I store key documents. I’ll send you a temporary password shortly.”

“Yes.”

Xu Yi tossed aside the phone. His chest heaved violently. Eyes on the flowing stream of people and cars outside, his right hand suddenly slammed the steering wheel.

His right back suddenly went cold—something pierced into his body. Sharp, tearing pain struck. Xu Yi nearly lost his grip on the steering wheel. His back collapsed backward as he whipped around.

Cheng Chuan had somehow woken up, his face deathly pale, hands covered in blood. One hand gripped the seat back while the other released the dagger embedded in Xu Yi’s back, laughing eerily: “Beast! If we die, we die together! Let’s see who dies faster! Hahaha—”

Turns out he’d also hidden a dagger on his body, but previously had no chance to pull it out before Xu Yi subdued him.

If Xu Yi hadn’t been distracted by the phone call, he never would have been completely unaware. He slumped over the steering wheel, gasping roughly. Cheng Chuan was already on his last breath, but holding the desperate thought of dragging Xu Yi down with him even in death, he actually forced himself to rise from the back seat and lunge at Xu Yi.

Xu Yi cursed. The car was still moving at high speed. He protected the steering wheel with one hand while shoving and grappling with Cheng Chuan with the other.

This was a main road along the river. Even at ten o’clock at night, traffic was heavy. The black jeep swerved left and right, zigzagging crookedly. Surrounding cars immediately honked in unison. Several times they nearly crashed, but Xu Yi avoided them with extreme danger.

Ahead, the yellow light flashed, then changed to green. All vehicles gradually slowed down. Surrounding cars frantically avoided this crazed jeep.

Cheng Chuan had already climbed halfway into the front seat, pressing down on Xu Yi’s shoulder. He let out a cackling, eerie laugh. Xu Yi had no way to step on the brakes. A large crowd was crossing the road ahead. He could only watch helplessly as the car was about to hit them…

In that split second, phantom images appeared before Xu Yi’s eyes again. Scene after scene flashed by extremely quickly, like fleeting shadows. He saw Cheng Chuan burst out with his last vicious strength, pinning him in the driver’s seat. He saw the big jeep consecutively hit several people, finally colliding with a black BMW. He caught a glimpse of a man and woman in the other car. He also saw how after colliding with them, the big jeep crashed into the reinforced concrete pillar at the tunnel entrance, slid several meters, then overturned on its side. He saw Cheng Chuan’s head nearly shattered, his body thrown over ten meters away. He saw himself drained of blood, stuck in the seat, eyes open, breath stopped…

Xu Yi shuddered. Cold dread spread across his back. He decisively pulled the handgun from his waist and fired three shots—”bang bang bang”—at Cheng Chuan’s head. Cheng Chuan fell onto the passenger seat with eyes wide open. All around were screams from the crowd. Xu Yi looked up. His vision filled with blazing brightness. In this timeline he didn’t see the black BMW—only a black ordinary sedan that suddenly accelerated, actively crashing toward him.

Two cars, colliding in every timeline. They finally, in this timeline, saw each other clearly.

An intense sensation of impact and spinning struck. After colliding with the sedan, the big jeep lost control, spinning in circles, sliding several meters before crashing into the reinforced concrete pillar and heavily overturning onto its side.

Xu Yi coughed up fresh blood. With difficulty he turned his head to glance at the direction where the sedan had overturned, then closed his eyes.