The woman turned around. Alex Rockefeller didnât need to guess to know that her gaze was as cold as
ice beneath those sunglasses.
âWhat did you say?â The woman asked coldly.
âI told you to stop the car,â Alex said after a moment of silence.
His car was accelerating as he spoke.
Suddenly, he crashed his car into the womanâs BMW from the side. She was forced to stop as her car
knocked into the guardrails. The woman looked forward. Coincidentally, she saw a car driving madly
past a junction. With a high-speed drift, it skidded across the road and knocked a small, black car over
before disappearing into traffic.
Alex happened to witness it as well.
He was slightly stunned. He wondered to himself why there were so many suicidal drivers today.
But when he saw the woman in the BMW slamming her hands against the steering wheel, he seemed
to have figured out what was going on.
Bang!
The woman kicked her door open and walked out of her car in a bikini. She wasnât even wearing shoes.
The problem was that she had a very good physique. She had curves in all the right places, especially
her abs and her lower abdomen.
However, she didnât have a particularly good attitude. After walking over to Alexâs Aston Martin, she
slammed her hand on the hood and shouted angrily. âGet out of the car. Did you know that you just
ruined my plan?â
Alex had only just opened his car door slightly when the woman forcefully pulled it open. She grabbed
Alex by his collar and wanted to pull him out. However, Alex kept his hand on the steering wheel and
wouldnât budge.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of clothing being torn. The woman had torn his shirt.
Alex casually pushed her away. He got out of the car and stared at the woman coldly. âI donât care who
you are. Itâs your fault for causing a car accident and trying to run away! Nothing will change the fact
that you are in the wrong. Now, you have to pay for the damage!â Alex exclaimed.
The woman grabbed Alex by his shirt again and tugged at it.
This time, Alex nearly bumped into her chest.
âWhatâs the matter? Do you want to fight me after damaging my car? What kind of special agency are
you from to be dressed so revealingly?â Alex looked down and said.
The woman glared at Alex angrily.
In the end, she probably felt that things might get complicated with so many people watching. She
reached behind her waist and retrieved a communication device from her bikini. âIâve bumped into a
troublernaker. That man ended up escaping due to the delay. I canât catch up now. Do what you must!
What was Team B doing? Are they all dreaming?â
âGot it. Return to your team!â Alex could hear a manâs soft voice coming from the communication
device by the womanâs ear.
If not for his Force reaching the third degree and his increased capability from absorbing a significant
amount of Jadeite essence, he wouldnât have been able to hear it.
This woman really was from some sort of special agency.
âI wonder, is she the secret agent, 007?â Alex suddenly thought of the pronoun.
Meanwhile, the woman handed Alex a name card. There was only a phone number on it. âCall the
traffic police. If you want compensation, call the number on this card. Theyâll pay you accordingly,â she
said.
âYouâ¦â Alex said after looking at the card.
âWhat else do you want? If you donât stop talking, Iâll slap you until you faint. What are you looking at?
Have you not seen a pretty woman before?â The woman said impatiently.
Alex was rather speechless.
âFine. Iâll believe you this time. But I just want to remind you that youâre bleeding,â Alex said.
There was a knife wound on her left thigh. Blood was already dripping down to the back of her leg.