Shan Biao knew that Ge Qing was about to agree, so all it needed was a little extra push, and this matter would be settled.

But Ling Zhenfei, listening from a distance, understood that nine times out of ten, Shan Biao and his people were deceiving Ge Qing. Besides, from what they just said, Wang Ming was definitely not dead, perhaps just under suspicion.

Ge Qing suddenly raised her head and looked at Shan Biao: "No, I can't accept this. I'm not the kind of woman you think I am."

Shan Biao instantly got angry: "Ge Qing, you're really shameless. Do you think you still have room to negotiate? Since you don't want to, forget it. There are plenty of women in the world."

He stood up: "You better think it through. I'm leaving now, someone else will come to deal with you."

Ge Qing was immediately terrified, hastily shouting: "Don't go, I have more to say."

Shan Biao turned around and looked at Ge Qing: "Speak quickly, I'm busy."

Tears circled in Ge Qing's eyes, and in a low voice, she said: "I can be your girlfriend."

Shan Biao and his companions burst into laughter. Shan Biao laughed heartily: "Be my girlfriend, all right."

"You..."

Ge Qing was truly collapsing, and she only managed to say one word in response to Shan Biao's words.

"Stop with the nonsense. If you want to live, come with us. If you don't, stay here and wait for someone to collect your corpse."

With that, Shan Biao led his men out. Ge Qing stood behind the bar in a daze. Seeing Shan Biao and his men leave, she quickly ran out from behind the bar.

Ling Zhenfei knew the woman was about to submit. Faced with the threat of death, she had no choice but to give in.

Ling Zhenfei hurriedly followed them, intending to quietly trail them to their residence, hoping for an unexpected gain.

Even if there was no gain at their residence, he could still extract some information from them. After all, they were Wu Yingxiong's people. Ling Zhenfei was just fretting about not finding them, and here they were.

Outside, Ge Qing had caught up with them and stood beside Shan Biao.

Shan Biao smirked: "Have you made up your mind? We don't want to force anyone."

Ge Qing's face was ashen: "I've made up my mind, but you must promise me that after tonight, this matter won't involve me anymore."

Shan Biao: "Don't worry, my word is my bond."

The others also laughed. One guy groped Ge Qing's butt and laughed: "Feels nice, I'll take good care of you tonight."

Ling Zhenfei grew anxious. If Ge Qing hadn't agreed earlier, these people might have returned home. But with her involvement now, it was uncertain.

They might choose a hotel, reducing the chances of going home.

Of course, Ling Zhenfei could wait until they were done and would eventually return home, but what about Ge Qing? Could he ignore her?

Although he had no real connection to Ge Qing, Ling Zhenfei deduced that the so-called Sister Qian was most likely Ge Qing. She had played a role by passing messages between Wang Ming and the police.

Who would've thought, Ge Qing landed in such trouble. Ling Zhenfei couldn't just stand by—it wasn't in his nature.

But how to rescue her, under what circumstances, left Ling Zhenfei puzzled. He feared alarming them and making them not return home.

Shan Biao held Ge Qing close, her face expressionless but her eyes resolute, clearly enduring immensely.

They took Ge Qing and went straight to two cars, driving away.

Ling Zhenfei was startled; he had no car. If he lost them, it would be troublesome.

Just then, a woman staggered out of the bar. She had obviously drunk a lot, walking unsteadily.

She appeared to be in her twenties, wearing tight black leather pants and a white top, her hair draped over her shoulders, holding a delicate small purse—clearly a wealthy girl.

She staggered towards a sports car, but in her condition, how could she drive?

Ling Zhenfei hurried over as she wobbled. He steadied her, and she looked at him in surprise: "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, I'm your valet driver, Zhenfei. Sorry for being a bit late."

The girl looked surprised: "You're my valet driver?"

Ling Zhenfei nodded: "Yes, you called for a valet. You've drunk too much to drive, calling a valet is quite normal."

She still looked hesitant, seemingly trying to recall if she had indeed called for a valet.

"Don't overthink it. Come, I'll drive you home."

He took her car keys, opened the door, and put her in the car.

"Rest well, I'll handle the car."

Ling Zhenfei got in, started the engine, and drove off, aiming to catch up with the two cars.

The girl's car was quite good. With a push on the gas, the speed surged past a hundred, rapidly pursuing the cars ahead.

Fortunately, there were no side roads, so following straight ahead, he should catch up. The traffic was still heavy, making it hard for the two cars ahead to speed away.

Ling Zhenfei trusted his driving skills. He extended his Divine Sense, instantly covering over twenty meters around the car.

It was like installing a 360-degree radar on the car, ensuring he knew everything in every direction. He kept the pedal down, weaving through the traffic.

The girl in the backseat seemed a bit dazed: "Are you really a valet driver? You must be a race car driver."

Actually, the most surprised was Ling Zhenfei. Driving so fast through traffic, any other girl would be screaming by now, but not this one.

She didn't seem scared, even appearing very excited, probably emboldened by the alcohol.

"I'm not a race car driver. I'm a doctor, and sometimes I need to drive fast to save lives," Ling Zhenfei said with a smile.

"Awesome, then drive faster. I've had this car for so long and never raced it in the city."

She opened the window, letting the air rush in, blowing her hair. Her hair fluttered in the wind, and she looked thrilled in the cold breeze.

It was already late autumn, and the night air was chilly. Ling Zhenfei quickly closed the other windows, leaving just the one beside her open.

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