At this moment, the AI, Misa, remotely controlled and using the Iron Man suit's stealth properties, acted as a staging point, activating the car's modules, temporarily halting the hydraulic system.
The sports car continued to accelerate. Million-dollar luxury cars on the unobstructed highway had already reached 260 kilometers per hour—a truly appalling speed. Even high-speed trains start at a similar speed, and now they were surpassing it? How could this not be terrifying!
Fang Tianyou seemed unaware of the vehicle's condition until he saw the scenery rapidly receding on both sides, realizing he had reached peak speed.
Ahead lay a tunnel, marked by a slowdown sign. This was common sense. Anyone who had driven before knew that overtaking in tunnels was forbidden, and the speed limit was 80 kilometers per hour, or even lower.
Seeing the tunnel approaching and another car ahead, Fang Tianyou knew to slow down and evade. Despite this, he simply eased off the accelerator to prevent the speed from increasing further. Meanwhile, the escort was deep-throating him, his short cock swallowed completely without any pressure, like the ocean washing a mop.
The traffic ahead was closing in. Fang Tianyou turned the steering wheel, but for some reason, it seemed to be locked. This sent a chill down his spine, and he slammed the brakes hard, but still no effect. Furious, Fang Tianyou repeatedly slammed the brakes, but the pedal seemed to be stuck, completely immobilized.
The steering wheel refused to turn, as if welded shut.
Fang Tianyou frantically slapped the steering wheel and honked the horn, which honked continuously.
The escort didn't understand what was going on. She assumed he was just too excited and aroused to control himself. Driven by alcohol, he actually started sucking, using what he considered to be impressive oral sex techniques.
In front of the speeding sports car was Huang Meng's sedan. Huang Meng, sitting in the back seat, was still on the phone, instructing other suppliers not to supply Zhao An's company. He also began bribing technicians at the other company's factory, attempting to steal their machinery.
All of these plans and actions were designed to annoy Zhao An and disgust him. These tactics were unacceptable. While minor actions might be acceptable, they were forbidden for the head of a large family. He must employ open and aboveboard tactics to manipulate his opponent. Even if the opponent knew what he wanted, they would be powerless to change.
This kind of open strategy was not only a manifestation of wisdom but also a crucial indicator of winning oversight and acceptance. It was the only way to gain recognition from other families. Families that resorted only to scheming and subterfuge would inevitably be subjected to endless schemes, never knowing the real culprit until their death or demise!
Still contemplating how to scheme against Zhao An, Huang Meng had no idea that his doom was imminent. It was all Zhao An's plan. And Zhao An had no intention of killing him; he wanted to keep him half-dead, a condition that would allow him to torture this insidious, shameless, and despicable bastard to the greatest possible degree.
The driver seemed to have noticed something. Looking at the speeding sports car from behind, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind. No one would be so foolish as to crash into it. Besides, it was a long way from the highway entrance, almost seven or eight kilometers. Even if there were a lunatic, that would be enough to kill them.
So, upon seeing this, the driver merely paid a second's attention, rather than attempting to evade the situation. As a driver, his goal was to provide his boss with a safe driving experience. Suddenly swerving the steering wheel would only result in his own exile. Saving his boss's life would be fine if he was grateful, but if he wasn't, he'd be fired!
Under the influence of various family and social factors, the driver didn't choose to evade the situation, but continued on.
Tragedy often strikes in an instant. Fang Tianyou, in the back, screamed in despair and grief as he watched his sports car hurtle forward, colliding with the rear of another car.
Bang! Huang Meng, sitting in the front, was flung forward, his phone still hanging up, by the force of the impact. Unbelted, he lacked adequate protection, and the windshield shattered. As the car spun and skidded, the side windshield frame struck Huang Meng's waist hard, cracking bones.
"Ah!" Huang Meng felt a numbness in his waist, and his entire body was weakened by the previous ejaculation. The force of inertia caused him to fall to the ground, half face down, disfigured by the friction.
The spinning, out-of-control car crushed his left leg, hitting the knee joint. This instantly shattered the bone, and he fainted from the excruciating pain. Until his death, Huang Meng wondered if someone was plotting to harm him. Who was it? Fang Shunli, his brother Huang Yu, or even Zhao An?
The truth behind all this is likely known only to the mastermind, and the current outcome is the best that can be expected.
As Huang Meng fell to the ground, two cars successively ran over his left leg, completely crippling it.
The vehicle slid forward for fifty meters before finally crashing into the tunnel wall, bursting into flames. The driver was completely engulfed in flames. The airbag had protected him from immediate death, but he ultimately burned to death!
The vehicle in question was still in good condition; it merely began to smoke, not to burn.
The escort who had performed oral sex on Fang Tianyou died instantly from severe brain damage. Before she died, she bit the man's penis off in a fit of terror!
Fang Tianyou wasn't feeling well either. His lower body was trapped, causing muscle necrosis, and he himself fainted from the violent impact.