After that, taking the high-speed train for three to four hours, Yingzi arrived in Jiangzhou where Cold Light flashed across her vision. Tonight, Jiangzhou was destined not to be peaceful.
As night enveloped Jiangzhou, stars twinkled in the sky. The Rainbow Bridge, spanning a tributary of the Qingjiang River, shimmered with neon lights. The classical buildings along the riverbank glowed brilliantly, a night view crafted by the city government that drew many residents for post-dinner strolls each evening.
A top-level 988 sports car blasted through three red lights in a row and sped onto the bridge, racing forward swiftly.
"Damn, being rich doesn't give you the right to drive like you're rushing to reincarnate. I wish a rock would fall and smash you dead," the driver of a nearby Buick, nearly hit, cursed loudly. Glancing at the license plate, he was suddenly stunned—J88888. Wasn't that the vehicle of Qu Xinghao from the Qu Family in Jiangzhou?
