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

The market is unusually turbulent tonight.

Inside the city bureau's command center, the big data system rapidly analyzes the information, routes, speeds, and destinations of the vehicles speeding through the footage.

Upon receiving and verifying a call from a concerned citizen, the command center, under the instructions of Director Hong, immediately activated the joint operations mechanism.

Then, through wireless communication, dynamic scheduling was carried out to try to intercept the speeding vehicles, while other police forces on the road were dispatched to set up roadblocks ahead to intercept them.

Traffic police, patrol police, police officers from local police stations, and public security officers who were originally on duty or checking for drunk driving on city streets immediately set off.

With flashing police lights and sirens blaring, police quickly set up speed-reducing barriers with reflective cones and sandbags on the main roads ahead.

At a major intersection, several traffic police officers watched with excitement as a sports car sped towards them on the road.

The traffic police ahead were waving stop signs and traffic batons, signaling people to stop.

The sports car did not slow down.

As they drew closer, the roar of the engines became deafening.

Several traffic police officers' expressions changed, and they prepared to pry open the tires in the cars on both sides. At the same time, the traffic police captain shouted, "Tire deflation devices ready!"

However, at that moment, the sports car at the very front slowed down and then came to a stop in front of the deceleration zone.

Immediately afterwards, the dozen or so sports cars behind also slowed down and stopped one by one on the side of the road.

In one of the sports cars, the door spun upwards, and a young man got out.

Long legs, narrow waist, and a well-tailored black shirt with the top two buttons of the collar casually undone.

The night wind ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead, but it did nothing to diminish the handsomeness of his face. His face seemed to be displaying four words: I am the domineering CEO.

This person is Jiang Yue, the heir of the wealthy Jiang family.

He's the undisputed pinnacle of wealth in the elite circles; his net worth doesn't need detailed calculations, it's just that it's worth dozens of zeros.

I don't have many hobbies, but racing is the one I enjoy the most.

He frowned as he looked at the police lights, roadblocks, and officers surrounding him, shouting warnings.

"Police?" he muttered, his voice filled with confusion. "Why...why are there police here?"

In his mind, speeding at night is a common practice for wealthy young men to show off their status and squander their youth.

The road is their own, the car is top-of-the-line, and the rules don't exist.

Traffic police stopping a car? Are you kidding me?

They've raced in so many other cities (A, B, C, D, E, F, G) so many times, and every time they've had free passage.

At most, the housekeeper or assistant will receive a hefty fine the next day, and then casually pay it off.

This is the first time I've ever been blocked in the middle of the road by the police like this.

The doors of the other luxury cars that followed also opened.

One by one, young men dressed in bespoke racing suits or expensive handmade suits stepped down.

To be fair, they're all good-looking, each with their own unique charm, but their faces all scream one other thing:

"Supporting Role in a Wealthy Family"

They gathered around Jiang Yue, chattering amongst themselves, their tone filled with superiority and impatience:

"What's going on? Who called the police?"

"Wasn't this road closed? My dad put in a good word!"

"What a bummer! Just when things were getting really close! I was about to overtake Young Master Jiang!"

"Hey, officer, could you hurry up? We're in a rush for the race!"

They were self-righteous; to them, the presence of the police was the illegal act of disrupting public order.

Among this group of arrogant rich kids, one car stood out as remarkably low-key.

A girl was sitting in the driver's seat of an ordinary Audi coupe.

She looked young, in her early twenties, wearing a simple white sweatshirt and jeans, her long hair casually tied in a ponytail, and her face expressionless.

Her name is Yao Guang.

Originally, she was only dragged to watch the competition by her best friend's persistent coaxing; she was just a bystander and had no intention of participating in this so-called 5th Annual High-End Underground Car Race City Race.

But she actually saw Jiang Yue among the contestants.

The most popular person at their school comes from a prominent family, is extremely good-looking, and is the center of attention wherever she goes. She is also said to be the prototype for a best-selling female-oriented novel.

Then, Jiang Yue, of all times, greeted her.

This simple greeting instantly ignited the flames of jealousy in the eyes of several wealthy heiresses nearby.

The heiresses began to mock and ridicule her, publicly humiliating her. Some even used her parents back in her hometown and her younger brother who was still in school to subtly remind her to be mindful of her status.

Yao Guang originally just wanted to remain a nobody, watch the show, and then leave.

But clay figurines still retain a touch of earthiness.

With his back pressed and nowhere to retreat, Yao Guang was forced to fight back.

The car was borrowed temporarily from a rich heiress's lackey.

It costs a little over two million, and the brand is decent, but among these monsters worth tens of millions, it's only slightly better than shared bicycles.

Therefore, before the competition even started, she had already received a lot of ridicule:

"Driving this car? Don't let it fall apart halfway through the journey. We don't have a roadside rescue vehicle for you."

"Little sister, stay close to us later, don't get lost, we can't wait for you."

"Haha, maybe they're a hidden master?"

"An expert? An expert driving a two-million-dollar behemoth? That's laughable. One tire of Young Master Jiang's Bugatti could buy dozens of her cars!"

Yao Guang listened, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Go ahead and mock me, mock me to your heart's content.

The happier you are now, the more interesting your expressions will be when you are proven wrong later.

She casually rotated her wrist.

If anyone from the world's top racing scene were here, they would be horrified to recognize the star-studded bracelet on her wrist and would faint on the spot.

Because this is a mark of legend, a symbol of starlight.

"Starlight"

A legendary name that has been circulating in the underground racing world for fourteen years.

They are elusive and rarely seen, yet they once swept across major underground racetracks around the world with absolute dominance, striking fear into the hearts of all their opponents and earning the titles of "ghost on the track" and "an insurmountable peak."

Even the current tournament chairman and several world champions respectfully address her as "Master" or "Senior".

Of course, the young masters and ladies present, who flaunted their family backgrounds and expensive cars, would never recognize him.

At that moment, she looked at the police cars and roadblocks blocking the way ahead, and then at the noisy drivers beside her who showed no respect for the police, and sighed inwardly.

This is such a hassle.

She just wanted to finish the competition quietly, win first place, prove them wrong, and then go home to sleep.

Who knew we'd run into a police checkpoint?

As a former underground racing queen, she knew what it meant to be caught red-handed by the police in this kind of situation.

Fines, vehicle impoundment, license revocation, and so on.

She herself didn't care, but the trouble was that she was afraid that if the police system was checked, some old cases would be dug up.

She has too many identities... she can't be exposed any further.