In the 90s, you could acquire max-level skills every 14 days.

Old Zhou works at the post office, and his family's phone book is as thick as a brick.

"Uncle Zhou! Is Uncle Zhou home?"

Aunt Zhou opened the door, looking completely bewildered. "Lei Zi? What are you yelling about so early in the morning?"

"Auntie, can I borrow your phone book to look up a number? It's urgent!"

Aunt Zhou wiped her hands and handed over the Yellow Pages. Sun Lei thanked her and squatted down in the stairwell to start flipping through it.

Tongxian County... Tongxian County... Food factory, fertilizer factory, winery!

Tongxian Dongfang Winery, switchboard: 010-XXXX.

Sun Lei copied the number into his palm, returned the book to Aunt Zhou, and ran home in a few quick steps.

dial.

"Hello, Dongfang Winery."

"Hello, I'm looking for... I'm looking for Factory Director Wei's daughter, Wei Shuyun."

Who is it?

Sun Lei swallowed hard, trying to make his lie sound as believable as possible.

"I'm her high school classmate, my surname is Sun. I'd like to borrow two reference books from her. Could you please pass this message on?"

"Oh, you're just waiting."

Footsteps came from the other end of the phone, followed by a commotion.

About two minutes later, a clear female voice rang out.

"Feed? Who?"

Sun Lei's heart leaped into his throat. He tried his best to suppress his excitement and quickly replied.

"Wei...Wei Shuyun, I'm Sun Lei, I live downstairs from Zhang Yong."

The person on the other end of the phone was clearly surprised.

"Sun...Lei? What do you want?"

"Zhang Yong is going to your place today to attend a tasting event. There might be danger on the way."

Sun Lei finished speaking in one breath, his voice trembling. "Someone is watching him. I... I don't know exactly what they're planning. Have your dad send someone to pick him up on the road. The sooner the better."

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded urgent.

"Who's watching him? How did you know?"

Sun Lei closed his eyes; he couldn't answer.

"...I'm not lying, go find someone quickly."

He hung up the phone without waiting for a reply.

Then he slumped onto the sofa, stared at the wall covered with certificates of merit, and exhaled with all his might.

……

Zhang Yong rode his motorcycle out of the city and onto the highway heading towards Tongxian County.

There weren't many people around early in the morning, and everything seemed normal on the streets.

The sunlight slanted in from the east, and there were rows of cornfields on both sides of the road. Occasionally, a tractor belching black smoke would pass by, making the smoke a bit choking.

The system panel remained quiet, without any abnormal feedback.

Zhang Yong, however, dared not relax his vigilance.

After crossing Baliqiao Bridge, the road begins to narrow.

The two-lane road has been reduced to a dirt road one and a half lanes wide, with poplar trees on both sides. In the early morning, the shadows of the trees recede into the ground in streaks.

This section of the road is not easy to travel.

[Driving Lv.6: Ambient Perception - Engine sound source approaching from 200 meters to the left, speed approximately 70 km/h, closing the distance.]

Zhang Yong glanced at the rearview mirror; there were no cars. He cautiously accelerated, going from 40 km/h to 55 km/h.

The sound from the side also quickened.

Three seconds later, a modified motorcycle cut in from the left. The person on the motorcycle was wearing a helmet, so his face was not visible.

The other car's front wheel was aimed straight at the side of Zhang Yong's rear wheel; it was trying to cut him off!

Zhang Yong twisted his right hand, floored the accelerator, and leaned his body to the right, the car almost brushing past the poplar trees on the side of the road.

The motorcycle that suddenly appeared missed its target and sped past him on his left.

Zhang Yonggang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

[Driving Lv.6: Environmental Perception - Large vehicle moving laterally 120 meters ahead]

A dark green Jeep sped out from the intersection and blocked the road.

Zhang Yong's pupils contracted slightly.

There were obstacles blocking their way ahead and pursuers behind.

He didn't slow down.

There is a gap of less than 1.5 meters between the jeep and the roadside ditch.

enough.

Zhang Yong pressed his body as low as possible, without releasing the accelerator, and the car squeezed its way between the front of the Jeep and the edge of the ditch. The right foot pedal scraped against the Jeep's bumper, sending sparks flying.

pass!

In the rearview mirror, the jeep was making a U-turn, but the dirt road was narrow, and the U-turn would take at least ten seconds.

Zhang Yongmeng accelerated, 60 mph, 70 mph—

"Bang!"

The front wheel sank.

nail.

Large nails were scattered on the road.

Zhang Yong gripped the handlebars tightly, relying on his Lv.6 instincts to keep the bike from tipping over. But the front tire was clearly leaking air, and the handlebars were starting to wobble.

He gritted his teeth and kept driving.

After riding another 300 meters, the rear wheel was hit by another bullet.

The car's speed dropped from 70 to 40, and then to 30.

But ahead, the large chimney of Tongxian Winery could already be seen.

Zhang Yong kept pushing the accelerator, the two flat tires jolting him so hard on the dirt road that his internal organs felt like they were going to churn.

The jeep in the rearview mirror had turned around and was getting closer and closer to him.

The jeep behind him charged straight at him aggressively, as if determined to intercept him.

At this critical moment, three motorcycles came rushing towards the distillery gate, honking their horns, making quite a racket.

Seeing this, the people in the jeep slowed down, turned the car around, and sped into a side road, quickly disappearing from sight.

The motorcycle convoy was led by Lao Ma, Wei Dabiao's driver, followed by two strong young men.

"Zhang Yong! Zhang Yong, are you alright? What happened to your car?"

Zhang Yong carefully drove the motorcycle to the factory gate, turned off the engine, and got off the motorcycle.

Both tires were flat, but luckily the road was short and the inner tubes weren't damaged.

"I'm fine." He gripped the handlebars, catching his breath. "I just had a flat tire, but everything else is okay."

Old Ma crouched down and glanced at the front and rear tires, then gasped. "Both have nails in them? Who scattered them on the road?"

"There are still quite a few dirt roads within 2 kilometers of the door."

"You two go get a big magnet and sweep around that road. We have guests later, so we don't want to get a flat tire."

Zhang Yong didn't answer, looking up in the direction the jeep had disappeared. He was making plans. He hadn't expected the other side to be so arrogant, attacking during the day; he'd thought it would be at night. Could there be another wave tonight?

Wei Shuyun was running from the direction of the factory office building, her ponytail swinging behind her, her face full of anxiety.

……

That evening, at 11:40 PM.

Jinsong Residential Area.

The lights in the guardhouse were long gone, and Grandpa Chen's snoring could be heard coming from inside, each snore louder than the last.

Under the streetlight at the entrance of the building, Sun Lei sat on the edge of the flower bed.

He's been sitting here since 6 p.m., and his mother called him several times but he ignored her.

Mosquitoes buzzed around his ears, and his calves were covered in red welts, but he didn't swat them.

Moths fluttered around the streetlights, occasionally bumping into the lampshade with a slapping sound.

He didn't know how Zhang Yong was doing.

After the call, he had no further contact with anyone. Wei Shuyun didn't call back, and Zhang Yong was even less likely to call him.

just in case……

What if I don't receive it?

What if it's too late?

Sun Lei's fingers were twisted together, and his knuckles turned white.

He remembered the phone call he made that morning. He had only said one sentence: "He's gone out."

Four words.

If Zhang Yongzhen gets into trouble, it's because of him.

Sun Lei, a teacher trainee from a cadre family, had a bright future and could not become an accomplice to murder.

Sun Lei felt a churning in his stomach and almost vomited.

In the distance, from the direction of Jinsong South Road, came the muffled sound of an engine.

Sun Lei suddenly looked up.

A car headlight turned in from the intersection, swaying and moving slowly.

......