The unattainable beauty was driven to depravity and madness by a wicked seed.

Of course I dare to do a live stream.

Because the people who came to participate in the racing competition were all carefree and not professionals, and they didn't dare to drive that fast at all. What he said just now was purely to scare Chen Jingmo.

Huang Mao handed his phone to the person next to him and said to Chen Jingmo, "Those top two big shots have plenty of money and are willing to spend it. Besides racing, we brothers rely on this to support ourselves. Don't worry, everyone who participates in the racing competition will get 30,000 to 40,000 yuan after the live stream ends."

That's why it's only held once every two months.

Thirty or forty thousand is more than enough to live comfortably for that long.

Chen Jingmo frowned but didn't say anything more. During the half hour of waiting, the blond-haired guy's mouth was like a machine gun, never stopping, constantly chattering. He asked, "How did you find us?"

"Wait, how did you find this place?"

"You have a website too?"

"Damn, you have no idea, I bought that website for 8 yuan!"

"You fucking bought this?" Chen Jingmo suddenly grabbed the blond-haired man's collar and slammed him against the car door, his eyes as cold as if they were submerged in ice water.

The blond-haired guy was stunned for a few seconds, then shoved Chen Jingmo, "You damn idiot, are you sick in the head? If you're so capable, then don't bother competing. It's like nobody cares about you!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the little purple-haired guy next to him leaned over and said that the top-ranked fans had specifically requested to see Chen Jingmo.

Huang Mao was very flexible and adaptable. He grabbed Chen Jingmo's arm and said he was an idiot, and that he would give Chen Jingmo 300,000 yuan after the competition. In the end, he gritted his teeth and changed it to 400,000 yuan.

Chen Jingmo reluctantly agreed.

Since the website was purchased, he had considered that the competition was not legitimate and there weren't many safety barriers. But once he drove up, he didn't dare to be distracted at all because there were no guardrails! The road up the mountain wasn't even repaired, and it was easy to slip if you weren't careful.

Now I'm starting to regret it.

He should have borrowed money from Lu Sui. He shouldn't have tried to hide the fact that he was still alive. He shouldn't have thought that "he should save his own benefactor and not implicate others." He shouldn't have been so pretentious.

But it's too late to regret it now.

The blond-haired man's drone had been following Chen Jingmo's vehicle. He wasn't paying attention to his footing and accidentally tripped, causing him to press the remote control off-center. The drone crashed directly into the windshield of Chen Jingmo's car, distracting him for a moment. The car scraped against a tree trunk, but fortunately, it quickly regained its balance. He cursed under his breath and planned to give the blond-haired man a good beating after the competition.

The road up the mountain was very steep, and in this situation, the only option was to speed up. Huang Mao was also terrified. Luckily, he crashed into the car window instead of the windshield, otherwise he could have been seriously injured.

Seeing Chen Jingmo rushing upwards recklessly, he yelled into his phone. The drone on the other end responded, but the wind was too strong, and the sound was quickly dispersed. Chen Jingmo could only hear Huang Mao yelling incessantly, which annoyed him to no end. He floored the accelerator, and the drone couldn't keep up.

At this moment, the number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed from 50,000 to 100,000, 200,000... and then to 1 million, which attracted the attention of the police officers. They rushed over with officers and, looking at the screen with exasperation, said that these young people were courting death.

Meanwhile, the police had already located Chen Jingmo in Guihua Town. When they were almost there, Shi Qianqiu received a message from Zhao Han, which was a screenshot. He opened it and his pupils shrank almost instinctively, but the other party withdrew the screenshot.

Zhao Han: President, I'm sorry, I sent this to the wrong person.

Zhao Han: I really know I was wrong. I will never slack off during work hours again. Can you not deduct my salary this time?

Shi Qianqiu: Send me the photos from earlier.

Zhao Han carefully sent it over, also sharing the live stream.

Bodhisattva Mountain.

The competition had reached its final stage, and Chen Jingmo had spurred the crowd to speed things up. The top donor's donation effects kept appearing, making the blond-haired guy's emotions surge. Suddenly, this comment appeared below—

AAA wholesale light bulbs: The police are coming to arrest you, why aren't you running away?

police?

Where are the police?

Huang Mao nervously continued to use the drone to track Chen Jingmo. When he heard the "beep beep beep" sound, his henchmen panicked.

"Brother, what do we do? The police have really arrived."

"Look at you, you pathetic sight. They haven't even come looking for you yet!"

The moment he said that, he was proven wrong; out of the corner of his eye, he saw police lights flashing continuously.

Chen Jingmo has now reached the top of the mountain. Huang Mao watched him drive down alive, abandoned the drone, and confidently led a group of people to escape. However, to his surprise, there were more police officers than ever before, blocking their way and preventing them from getting out. They were all caught in an instant.

Shi Qianqiu picked up the remote control from the ground, controlled the drone to lock onto Chen Jingmo's direction, and told the police to turn off their flashing lights, in case Chen Jingmo saw the police car and didn't get out.

Chen Jingmo reached the foot of the mountain, drifted the car, and found no other vehicles in the area illuminated by the headlights. He got out and yelled, "You damn blond bastard, where's the money you promised me? Don't fucking make me—"

Chen Jingmo felt a chill run down his spine as he heard footsteps behind him. He grabbed his phone and dialed 110, and police lights flashed on the other end of the line.

"Holy crap? Is this some kind of maze?"

Chen Jingmo took a deep breath, suddenly turned around, and shone the flashlight of his phone on Shi Qianqiu's pale face. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her lips were bloodless. She looked even more terrifying than Chen Jingmo, who had come back from the dead.

"...You really committed suicide for me??" he asked incredulously.

Is it a ghost or a person?

How terrifying.

Just then, he fell into a familiar and warm embrace, the scent of which was as pleasant as ever.

Chen Jingmo froze, somewhat afraid to move.

He felt guilty for abruptly breaking up with Shi Qianqiu.

He felt guilty for recklessly jumping into the river.

He felt extremely guilty for risking his life to participate in a racing competition for 400,000 yuan.

Another question is, could it be because of him that Shi Qianqiu has become like this?

What should I do if I feel even more guilty?

The embrace grew tighter and tighter, so tight that Chen Jingmo was pressed against Shi Qianqiu's chest, his heels barely touching the ground. Yet, he couldn't utter a word. He felt excited, happy, and wanted to hug Shi Qianqiu back, but in the end, he wanted to back away.

"Can you relax a little—"

"You've lost weight."