Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

Lu Jingxiu drove his matte black Passat smoothly along the main road of the city.

The car was very quiet.

Lin Yutang sat in the passenger seat, tilting her head to look out the window.

The tall buildings and roadside trees on both sides rushed past, and sunlight shone through the gaps in the buildings, flickering on the car windows.

She was somewhat lost in thought as she looked at it.

Just a few days ago, she was trapped in that gloomy old castle in Germany, surrounded by iron bars and locked doors.

Now, she's back, sitting in a stranger's car, looking at the streets of her own country.

I have an indescribable feeling, like I've been reborn, or like I've had a very long dream.

She was lost in thought when she suddenly heard a cold snort from beside her.

Lin Yutang's heart tightened, and she immediately turned to look at Lu Jingxiu: "Lu Jingxiu, what's wrong?"

Lu Jingxiu glanced at the rearview mirror and said in a calm tone, "It's nothing. That kidnapper wasn't satisfied and sent more people over."

Lin Yutang immediately looked at the rearview mirror as well.

In the rearview mirror, three black Mercedes-Benz cars were steadily following behind.

With this kind of spectacle, it's impossible not to see it.

Three cars, the same model, the same color, even the same black tint, screaming "We're here to follow you" from head to toe, not even bothering with basic disguise.

Lin Yutang's heart started racing instantly.

"How about," she said, lowering her voice to try and calm herself down, "we drive to the police station?"

She glanced at Lu Jingxiu's profile, then quickly looked away.

She felt that she might have misunderstood something at the beginning.

When she first saw him next to the sports car, she thought the male college student who called the police had a complicated background.

After all, he was driving a bright blue sports car that day, a car that ordinary people couldn't afford.

But today he was driving a beat-up Volkswagen.

Although it's a new model and looks quite stylish, Volkswagen is still Volkswagen.

What does this mean? It means that the car that day was most likely rented, or it belonged to someone else.

This male college student is probably just an ordinary person from an ordinary family, a kind-hearted person. How can he stand up to someone with the financial resources of Trish?

Going to the police station is the safest option she can think of right now.

She discovered that while the Xia Kingdom's police couldn't do much against Trish himself, who had diplomatic immunity, they wouldn't stand idly by and let him run amok on their territory.

This shows that Trissi does not have the same absolute power in the Xia country's police force as he does in Germany.

Once they reached the police station, the pursuers wouldn't dare to cause any trouble, and they could then find another opportunity to slip away.

We'll find another opportunity to escape later.

Lu Jingxiu turned on the turn signal, and the car continued to drive smoothly along the main road.

He was driving on the city's main thoroughfare, which was packed with cars, traffic lights, and speed limits.

"No need," he said. "We'll just call the police."

When he saw the red light ahead, he slowly stopped the car, took out his phone, and dialed the police.

"Officer, I was driving on Dongcheng Road when three black Mercedes-Benz cars repeatedly changed lanes, sped up and slowed down, and followed me continuously, trying to cut me off multiple times. My dashcam was recording the whole thing, and this wasn't the first time. I suspect the people in the cars have malicious intent, and my life is seriously threatened."

He finished speaking in one breath, clearly and logically, without uttering a single wasted word. He then recited his own license plate number and the license plate numbers of the three Mercedes-Benz vehicles in turn.

Lin Yutang listened in stunned silence.

How come this guy is so good at calling the police?

"Okay, please keep your phone accessible. We will contact the nearest traffic police immediately." The dispatcher said and hung up the phone.

Lu Jingxiu put his phone back in his pocket, just as the light turned green. He stepped on the gas, and the car rejoined the traffic.

Lin Yutang bit her lip and couldn't help but ask, "This...this is all?"

She could hardly believe it.

In her mind, being chased by Trish's people would have to be a big deal, but this person just made a phone call and it was over in less than two minutes.

It wasn't some kind of special number they were calling; it was just a regular emergency number that anyone could call.

"Of course," Lu Jingxiu said.

About five minutes later, two motorcycles carrying traffic police and a patrol car approached from behind.

The traffic police officer gestured for Lu Jingxiu's Passat and three black Mercedes-Benzes to pull over for inspection.

The young traffic policeman on motorcycle parked his vehicle, took off his helmet, and walked over.

He glanced at the Passat, then at the three Mercedes parked behind it, but didn't really think much of it.

These days, young people tend to be paranoid while driving, sometimes feeling like someone is chasing them, but most of the time it's just a misunderstanding.

How could this happen in broad daylight, on a main city street...?

The doors of the three Mercedes-Benz cars opened simultaneously.

Four people got out of each car.

They were all dressed in black suits and black sunglasses, and each one of them was incredibly muscular.

Twelve people stood by the roadside, like twelve black telephone poles, lined up in a row, all looking in this direction.

The young traffic policeman was silent for two seconds.

...That's quite possible.

The veteran police officer leading the team remained calm and walked over to Lu Jingxiu first, briefly checking his driver's license and vehicle registration.

After confirming that everything was correct, he returned the documents to Lu Jingxiu.

"We just received a report that you were being followed?" the traffic police officer asked.

"Yes, those are the three black Mercedes behind them." Lu Jingxiu pointed to the back.

The traffic policeman glanced back, then turned and walked towards the twelve burly men.

"Hello, comrade," the veteran police officer stopped, raised his hand in salute, and said, "Please show me your ID card, driver's license, and vehicle registration."

The twelve of us looked at each other.

The leader was a tall, thin man who remained calm and unhurried as he took out his identification from the inside pocket of his suit and handed it over.

Others also took out their identification.

The documents have been checked and there are no problems; all the paperwork is complete.

The older police officer returned the identification to the tall, thin man and asked bluntly, "Why were you following those two?"

The tall, thin man didn't even blink, his tone flat: "There are many paths to take, we can each go our own way. Can't we take this path too?"

That makes perfect sense. Anyone can walk on city roads, so why are you telling me I should follow you?

The police officer glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions.

At this point, the two motorcycle traffic police officers had already taken photos of the vehicles and people with their body cameras and recorded them.

The license plates of the three Mercedes-Benzes, and the faces of everyone present, not one was missing.

The older police officer warned the tall, thin man, "You are already on record. If you continue to follow us, you will be dealt with for disorderly conduct and stalking."

The tall, thin man didn't speak, he just nodded.

The police officer saluted again, then turned and returned to his patrol car. The motorcycle traffic police also mounted their motorcycles, signaling that Lu Jingxiu could leave.

The traffic police did not drive away immediately, but parked on the side of the road with their police lights flashing quietly.

It was obvious they wanted to let those three Mercedes leave first.

Lu Jingxiu leaned against his car door, watching the twelve men in suits reluctantly return to their car.

Three black Mercedes-Benz cars started their engines one after another, slowly drove into the traffic, and soon disappeared at the end of the main road.

Lu Jingxiu's lips twitched involuntarily.

Twelve people, in three cars, all dressed in suits and wearing sunglasses, followed him in broad daylight.

This scene is so exaggerated, it's almost darkly humorous.

Okay, wait.

He'll tell his dad about it when he gets home tonight.