The night air was a violent scream of wind and burning rubber as Chen Ying's SUV pushed its engine to the absolute redline. On the digital display of her dashboard, the System's countdown was a bleeding crimson flicker: '15 seconds to terminal impact.'
Ahead, her father's silver sedan was a runaway bullet, swerving erratically as it hurtled toward the massive concrete pylons of the Bridge. Through the rear window, Chen Ying could see Chen Heng's silhouette—his hands uselessly wrenching at a locked steering wheel, his face a mask of wide-eyed terror.
In that moment, he wasn't the powerful CEO who had once looked at her with cold indifference; he was a man realizing he was about to die with a heart full of unvoiced apologies and a soul finally free from manipulation, only to be snuffed out.
"System, lock the magnetic coupling on the front bumpers. Impact in three... two... one!"
