CHAPTER 561: 219 HEAVENLY DAO UNDERTAKES KARMIC RETRIBUTION_3

The woman’s face was hidden, but her overall demeanor was cold and otherworldly, like an ethereal phantom, teasingly stirring restlessness in one’s heart.

The driver’s fingers tapped incessantly on the steering wheel, his heart itching with suppressed impulses.

Luo Qian felt uneasy and instinctively moved closer to Shen You’an.

This driver was acting seriously strange.

In the dead of night, it was all too dangerous.

Luo Qian’s gaze turned vigilant.

Shen You’an seemed completely unaware, casually playing with her phone as if distracted and indifferent.

In the quiet confines of the car, a sudden "ding" echoed—the sound of an old-fashioned email alert.

Luo Qian instinctively turned his head to look at Shen You’an.

Shen You’an opened her phone and checked the email.

Through the car window, neon lights flickered and streaked by, the profile of the girl’s face beneath her mask blurred and dreamlike, unreal to the point of seeming surreal.

Luo Qian unintentionally glimpsed at the phone. In the dimly lit cabin, he saw the sender’s name was written in English.

He refocused his gaze, piecing the letters together in his mind.

Black Seven.

Black Seven?

Was that a person? What kind of decent individual would have such a name?

As realization dawned, Luo Qian’s face abruptly changed.

The driver had taken the wrong route.

This was the road heading toward the outer ring, the scenery along the way becoming increasingly desolate.

It was the first time Luo Qian had encountered something like this, and his voice involuntarily trembled.

"Sir, you’ve taken the wrong road."

The driver didn’t answer, responding instead by flooring the gas pedal.

Luo Qian instinctively grabbed the handle above his head, yelling, "Stop the car! Pull over now, or I’ll call the police!"

"Sis..." Luo Qian turned his head in fear.

As the car sped up wildly, he felt as though he might be hurled into the air.

Yet the girl remained seated calmly, seemingly unaware of the drastic change in surroundings, her eyes fixed on the phone screen, her entire demeanor frozen in place.

For some reason, the fear in Luo Qian’s heart intensified suddenly. He couldn’t tell whether it was the unsettling situation or Shen You’an’s peculiarly detached response.

"Sis, what should we do? We’re in a rogue car! Call the police quickly..."

Luo Qian had no idea what was on her phone, but Shen You’an seemed utterly entranced, void of any reaction.

Shen You’an’s silence only made the driver more excited—his car roared forward, racing toward the outer ring, growing increasingly remote and uninhabited.

Luo Qian attempted to call the police, but the driver snatched his phone away, barking, "You dare report me? Believe me, I’ll kill you."

The phone was flung out the car window by the driver.

Frigid air rushed in, rustling the strands of hair beneath the girl’s cap brim.

Luo Qian was entirely panicked, shaking Shen You’an repeatedly, "Sis, what should we do?"

Beneath the brim of her cap, a pair of slender brows furrowed.

From beginning to end, her gaze stayed locked on the phone screen.

The car finally came to a stop.

It was under a bridge, surrounded by abandoned, unfinished buildings—the late night was dark and windy, its eerie silence unnerving.

The driver stepped out of the vehicle, rubbing his hands together with a sinister grin.

"Beautiful lady, step out of the car. I’ll give you a night you’ll never forget."

As he spoke, he pulled open the rear door.

Without another word, Luo Qian moved to get out. The man looked far stronger than him, but he was ready to risk his life to protect his sister.

Suddenly, his wrist was grabbed.

Luo Qian turned his head.

Shen You’an pulled him back into his seat, putting away her phone. Her voice was calm, "Sit still. You’re not to leave the car."

Having said that, she placed headphones on Luo Qian, which played a soothing piano melody meant for sleep.

In the brief moment of Luo Qian’s daze, Shen You’an got out of the car and slammed the door shut.

Cold air rushed in instantly, causing Luo Qian to shiver uncontrollably.

"Sis." Instinctively, he leaned toward the window and went to open the car door—only to suddenly recall Shen You’an’s earlier warning.

The deep-rooted respect he had for Shen You’an made him hesitate to open the door.

The wind outside was strong, bone-chillingly frigid.

The man rubbed his hands together, unable to resist sizing up the girl standing before him.

Draped entirely in black clothing, she revealed not an inch of bare skin, and yet she exuded an alluring presence impossible to ignore.

The countryside was pitch-black, not even streetlights were present, yet he could clearly make out the slender, tall figure outlined beneath that impenetrable black attire.

His blood rushed straight to his head in an instant.

Once lust takes hold of someone, not even the king of heaven can intervene.

"Beautiful lady, will you undress yourself, or should I do the honors for you?"

The wind was freezing and sharp, but his blood was boiling.

He couldn’t wait any longer—he rushed toward her without hesitation.

The next instant, the girl raised her leg, delivering a precise kick straight to his chest.

The man let out a miserable cry, staring in disbelief as his body flew backward.

He crashed onto the ground, his lower back slamming into a rock, pain causing beads of sweat to form on his forehead.

The girl stepped forward, her every move deliberate, and in the piercing cold of the night, she resembled a soul-reaping emissary from hell.

She grabbed his collar effortlessly, lifting a man twice her size as though it were nothing. His pupils shook violently—as if unable to comprehend the physically impossible scene unfolding before him.

Dear heavens, just what kind of terrifying monster had he encountered?

"Courting death."

The icy two words exuded lethal intent.

The poor driver then experienced firsthand what it meant to be battered by fists as fierce as thunder and kicks like a violent storm.

If he’d known he was provoking someone so formidable on a whim, he’d never have dared entertain such vile thoughts.

If he’d realized he was suffering a beating due to misplaced rage, his regret would’ve twisted his guts even further.