Urban Most Awesome Dad

Chapter 345: Chapter 345: Hitchhiking Driver_1

Unknowingly, she had been scrolling through WeChat for almost half an hour. The girl felt she was nearing her destination and opened the map to check. Her brows furrowed in surprise; the location was far off from her destination. A sense of alertness rose within her, so she pretended to ask, “How much longer until we reach the Emperor Hotel?”

The middle-aged driver glanced at the rearview mirror and said indifferently, “Not much longer.”

As the girl looked at the rearview mirror as well, she saw that the expression of the driver was off, with a sinister smile and a predatory gleam in his eyes, like a cheetah that had spotted its prey.

In an instant, she broke out in a cold sweat, recalling cases involving crimes committed by taxi drivers, which sent shivers down her spine.

She turned her face to look out the window, took a deep breath, steadied her emotions, and pondered her next move.

Soon, she contacted the online customer service of the ride-hailing app.

The customer service responded that the driver had a good reputation, with few reports, especially of this kind. It might be somewhat hasty to judge the driver based on his gaze alone.

In the end, customer service asked her to relax, not to overthink. It might have been the lighting, perhaps she was feeling car sick and had a misperception, or maybe she was just tired—all of these were possible explanations.

“So, you only deal with established facts? By then, it may be too late,” the girl said with frustration, only to find that customer service had already disconnected.

Infuriated, she clenched her teeth but had no time to contact customer service again. And if the driver really had malicious intentions, she couldn’t report him in front of him because that would alert him prematurely and provoke him.

Thus, she could only message her best friend through WeChat.

Originally, she had come to Zhonghai City without telling her best friend, hoping to surprise her with an unexpected visit. But before she could see her friend, she had encountered a shock herself.

How unlucky.

Sensing something was amiss, the driver didn’t say a word but pressed the button on the signal jammer with a vicious smile. The device immediately started beeping incessantly, and the red indicator light began to flash.

The girl’s complexion changed, and she quickly realized her mobile signal had disappeared.

Her friend had just managed to receive a message stating that the carpool driver might have designs on her, and she was really scared, asking if her friend could help call the police.

When the friend tried to ask for more details, there was no more response. In a panic, she attempted to call directly, but couldn’t get through.

Now she didn’t dare delay and chose to call the police immediately.

After receiving the information, the police immediately contacted the person in charge of the ride-hailing app, demanding the driver’s information and license plate number. However, the company thought the police were being too hasty and wanted to conduct an internal investigation first, asking the police to wait for the results.

Then, there was no further response.

Unable to reach the person in charge, the police had to act on their own, retrieving surveillance footage near the airport and asking the best friend to help identify the car. As long as they could confirm the license plate number, they could use the dense network of cameras to track the carpool’s movements.

The friend carefully reviewed the videotape from the last two hours, providing photos to help the police find that familiar figure.

However, the girl wore sunglasses and a mask, making it impossible to see her face. They could only judge by her figure, which brought the progress to a standstill at that point.

…

On the other side.

The girl quickly realized that the signal on her phone had disappeared, and her heart immediately sank with a bad feeling.

“Beautiful, just sit tight,” the driver said with a sneer. “This signal jammer of mine is an enhanced version, even dialing 110 won’t help you.”

At this moment, the middle-aged driver’s expression suddenly changed, revealing his true nature with a sinister smile.

Having confirmed her fears, the girl felt both shocked and frightened, realizing she had really become involved in the kind of hitchhiking incident she had read about online. She suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

“What… what exactly do you want to do? Don’t commit a crime knowingly,” the girl bluffed, trying to scare him.

Seeing her trembling perfect body through the rearview mirror, the middle-aged driver couldn’t contain his lust and said with a sleazy grin, “Kid, blame your good looks. Even though I can’t see your face, just this figure alone, I could play for a year, that feeling… must be awesome.”

The driver’s crude and vulgar tone made the girl feel disgusted, but what followed was a mix of fear and despair. She turned deathly pale and shook uncontrollably.

“Now let’s see what you’re really like, take off the sunglasses and face mask,” the middle-aged driver said with a cold laugh.

The girl dared not remove them, for her appearance was what she was most proud of. If he saw her clearly, things might get out of control.

After repeatedly urging without success, the middle-aged driver became enraged and, pulling out a sharp knife, threatened while still driving, “Don’t force me to get violent; I might ruin your face so that you’ll have to wear a mask for the rest of your life.”

All women love beauty, especially a flawless face, and even dare to risk their lives for it.

Upon hearing the driver’s threatening words, the girl reluctantly moved back and slowly took off the mask and sunglasses, revealing her face that was pale from fear, yet still immaculately delicate and beautiful.

Like a belle from a painting, she had a melon-seed-shaped face with tender snow-white skin, cherry-like lips pursed together, a straight and delicate nose, and a pair of clear and bright eyes shining like stars, captivating and dazzling to behold.

The middle-aged driver stared blankly at the girl’s face, unable to resist licking his lips and unintentionally drooling, his face showing stunned admiration before breaking into loud laughter, “Woah, a star, jackpot.”

“By the way, beauty, I’ve read online that you got to where you are through under-the-table dealings, messed around by various big shots in the industry—is it true? Your public persona is that of a pure and innocent goddess, captivating countless young men. I just wonder if you’re just seemingly pure or actually experienced with countless men in bed. I’m dying to try it out right now…”

The middle-aged driver let out a terrifying, sinister laugh; the girl felt angry, hateful, and too frightened to retort.

Not saying anything, eh? Fine, once we get to the riverbank, I will make sure you have the time of your life, you’ll be screaming nonstop, saying ‘oh husband, you’re so amazing.'”

The middle-aged man put down the knife, grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, and transformed into Mount Akina’s God of Racing. His foot smashed the accelerator to the floor, and the car sped off, terrifying the girl into letting out continuous shrill screams. She desperately looked outside, hoping to see pedestrians or traffic police on the road, so she could scream “Help!” at the top of her lungs.

However, the car doors and windows were tightly shut, or else she might have thought of other ways to ask for help, even using lipstick to write “HELP” on the car body, or at the very least throwing out a piece of paper or something.

The white Volkswagen sped past the entrance of the hospital, emitting from inside a cacophony of loud music, with the girl’s cries for help faintly discernible.

Xu Fan, who was almost hit and was already angry that a Volkswagen dared to speed, especially in front of him and nearly hitting his car, would have inevitably been hit if not for his quick reflexes and hard braking.

The woman’s cries for help made his expression turn icy, and he immediately drove off in hot pursuit without a moment’s hesitation.