# 414
Chapter 414 – Hundred-Li Pursuit
Night deepened.
A blue Chevrolet wound along the twisting coastal highway, its headlights slicing open the darkness as it sped south.
“Bro, what happened to you?” the talkative driver asked. “You don’t look broke, yet you’re soaked like you just crawled out of the sea. Trouble?”
Baili Pangpang, fiddling with a phone ruined by seawater, answered absently, “Something like that.”
“Heh, young blood runs hot. I raised hell at your age—brawled plenty. But listen, if you’re in over your head, call the cops. We live under the law now; gangster days are gone!”
Baili Pangpang’s mouth twitched. He rolled the window down and tossed the dead phone into the night.
“Lend me yours.”
“Huh? Sure.”
The driver handed over his phone. Baili Pangpang opened the dialer, then froze, finger hovering.
Lin Qiye’s number ran on Night Watch’s encrypted network; outside lines were auto-blocked. Cao Yuan had no phone, An Qingyu neither, and Jialan had only just climbed out of her coffin.
He couldn’t reach any of them.
Who else? Assistant? Driver? Maid? Butler?
If Baili Jing was behind this, every one of those numbers was tapped. Calling them was walking into the net—maybe even his father’s line was compromised. Anyone else might fail, but Baili Jing controlled half the Baili Group; “eyes to the sky” was an understatement.
“Can’t think of anyone?” the driver chuckled. “Dial 110, then!”
“No police.” Baili shook his head firmly.
He knew the family’s reach; there were Baili eyes inside the force. One call and his survival—and location—would land on Baili Jing’s desk within seconds.
He looked clueless, but he wasn’t stupid. Surrounded by brains, he’d simply never bothered to use his own. Now, alone, he had to get back to Guangdeep by himself.
The refusal made the driver glance sideways. The boy’s drowned-rat look and the thick wad of hundreds he’d pulled from his pocket suddenly felt criminal.
“Uh, where are we? Show me the map,” Baili said, leaning to the car’s touchscreen.
The driver flinched, pulled up the map, voice shaking. “Big—big brother, take your money back, I—I don’t want it…”
He held the cash out with trembling hand while steering.
Baili memorized the route, gave him a puzzled look, then spotted bright lights ahead.
Police cars barred the road, blues and reds flashing. Officers in reflective vests waved down each passing vehicle.
“What’s that?” Baili frowned.
“Dunno—DUI check? Weird, never seen one here before.”
“Never?”
“Never. I’ve driven this road for years.”
Baili stared, then snapped, “Pull over.”
“Huh?”
“Stop!”
The Chevy halted at a side lane. Baili jumped out, glanced at the checkpoint, vaulted the guardrail, and vanished into the woods.
The driver gaped, certain now: wanted fugitive!
He hesitated, then stamped the accelerator to the roadblock.
“I’m reporting someone!” he yelled, window down.
…
Among the hilltop pines, moonlight silvered the ground as Baili sprinted southeast.
Those DUI stops were for him. The enemy knew he hadn’t died in the crash, had plotted his possible splash-down along the coast, and ringed the only north-south road. Only the Baili clan could mobilize the police like this.
He’d memorized the map: Guangdeep lay two-hundred-plus kilometres away. Walking was impossible; he needed faster transport.
While plotting, three figures riding streaks of golden light shot overhead!
Spotlights lanced down, pinning him.
“Little young-master, running through the woods in such a state—how quaint.” A man stood on a miniature version of the 【Yao Light】, smiling coldly from above.