Mirabe snapped back to reality and hit the brakes just in time, lifting her eyes to look at James. "What''s up?"


    James turned his head, the dim night making the girl''s eyes still appear clear and bright. His gaze darkened a bit as he reached out, perfectly grasping her wrist and leading her aside with a calm expression. "Nothing," he said.


    Mirabe blinked, puzzled. "What?"


    James led her to the front of the car, pulled out the keys to unlock it, and opened the passenger door. As soon as he let go, Mirabe jumped into the car as fast as she could and buckled up.


    James gave her a half-smile, then closed the car door, lifting his head to scan the area nearby before quickly looking away.


    He walked around the car and slid into the driver''s seat.


    Soon, the car was on the move, heading onto the main road. James nced at the left side rearview mirror, his fingers caressing the steering wheel, then he turned his head, raising an eyebrow at Mirabe. "How about a little drive?"


    "Sure," Mirabe said, resting her chin on her hand and lookingzily at James.


    "Hold on tight." James just smiled, pressing down on the gas pedal, and the car''s speed instantly picked up.


    The traffic on this road wasn''t too heavy, and the ordinary-looking sedan seemed unremarkable at first nce, but when it sped up, those inside felt a rapid surge without any sense of dizziness.


    Mirabe didn''t grab the door handle but remained seated withposure, even rolling down the window.


    The rearview mirror reflected her cool, delicate features, with strands of hair fluttering in the wind, making her look effortlessly chic.


    Mirabe tilted her head, looking at the rearview mirror and noticing several ck sedans speeding behind them, their ring headlights shing on and off in the mirror. They clearly weren''t friendly.


    Enemies?


    Mirabe''s eyebrows twitched slightly. Instead of fear, her eyes held amusement.


    The car sped towards the less popted outskirts, the surroundings bing more isted, and the usual traffic gradually thinning out. In this space, aside from the friction of the tires against the ground and the sharp noise of the engine, there was nothing else.


    In the car, James''s phone started ringing. He nced at it but didn''t pick up, instead pressing harder on the gas pedal, increasing the speed once again.


    The phone stopped after a few rings and didn''t ring again.


    One of the cars behind them had already caught up, clearly intending to cut them off. James nced at it, his lips pressed thin, then he suddenly hit the brakes, steering the wheel sharply to the right, and then stepped on the gas, the tires screeching against the pavement.


    In the next moment, the car brushed past the one attempting to intercept them on the left, slipping through the gap between them and the cars ahead and behind with precise calction.


    The cars following them, unable to slow down in time due to James''s sudden maneuver, crashed directly into theirpanion''s car ahead.


    Almost simultaneously, the other two cars, despite mming on the brakes, couldn''t stop in time and collided into one another, creating a loud bang.


    Mirabe nced at the rearview mirror, watching this scene unfold, and couldn''t help but whistle softly. She then turned her gaze back to James in the driver''s seat.


    This guy''s driving skills were pretty impressive.


    Sensing her gaze, James lifted his head, his voice calm as he asked, "Scared?"