Chapter 512
The night darkened, and Lysander’s tall shadow became even more ghostly and terrifying in the intense darkness.
The window of the taxiwas clear and he could see it through easily.
Aside from the driver, there was no one else!
Lysander stood there, all harsh and cold. The air got cold and tense around him. His countenance was dark, his eyes sharp as a hawk’s.
David quickly knocked on the driver’s window.
At this point, the traffic was still heavy; the taxi was stationary and unable to move.
The window rolled down, and the driver looked out perplexedly. When he saw the regal man with a chilling aura in front of his cab, accompanied by bodyguards, he tensed up.
Feeling timid, the driver forced a small smile and asked politely, “Sir, do you need a ride?”
The driver had no idea why the man was looking for him, so he asked anyway.
David asked, “Did you just have a young woman, an older woman, and four kids in your cab?”
The driver quickly nodded, “Yes, yes, I did.”
“Where are they?” David asked.
“They just got out. It’s too congested so they couldn’t wait. They were in a rush to leave the city, so they left.” the driver said truthfully.
The intensity of the situation was intimidating, like a scene out of a cop and robber movie. The driver dared not lie; he told them everything.
The two women with the kids seemed harmless, not the type to cause trouble. How did they end up attracting such a big shot?
These guys were clearly not to be messed with. That woman was in big trouble.
“Which way did they go?” David asked.
“Forward, another taxi just stopped up ahead; they got in that one.” The driver pointed to the traffic light up ahead.
The light had now turned green, so many cars had moved on, including that taxi.
But they hadn’t gone far.
Their car was still stuck behind. If they went back to get their car, they would lose time.
They yanked open the driver’s side of the door, pulled the driver out, and tossed him aside.
“Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?” The driver said in panic, ready to fight for his car.
Lysander gave him a cold look, “If you don’t want to die, then stay put!”
Lysander’s aura was chilling and deadly. The driver thus trembled in fear. He shrunk back, not daring to make a move.
His life was more important than his car.
David got in the driver’s seat and Lysander sat in the back. The taxi sped off.
The taxi weaved through traffic, took a sharp turn, and pulled up in front of the other taxi.
“Ah!” The other taxi driver slammed on the brakes, gasping for breath.
If he hadn’t reacted quickly and hit the brakes in time, he and his car would have been reduced to a wreck. And it was an emergency brake. If it wasn’t for the seat belt, he would have flown through the windshield, crashed onto the road, and turned into a bloody mess.
The driver was still in shock when he saw the taxi that had cut him off. He was about to let loose a string of curses.
The car door opened and out stepped a man in a black suit with an intimidating aura, noble features, and a commanding presence. The man was clearly someone of high status, either rich or powerful.