Chapter 400: A Rush To Save (Part 1) There was a car Darno had received recently from a certain individual, and he had been waiting for the perfect chance to try it out. Now that he owned more than one supercar, he didn’t have to worry about damaging this one. It made the decision easy. If there was ever a time to push it to its limits, it was now. And that was how Darno managed to catch up so fast , the engine roared beneath him as he sped down the road, chasing after the group that had taken Sheri. I remember that license plate from before, he thought, his eyes narrowing. It’s that one at the front. The yellow sports car tore through the streets, closing the gap rapidly. Within moments, Darno’s vehicle was side by side with the SUV carrying Sheri and the others. The wind whipped against his face as he rolled down the window, leaned slightly out, and began honking his horn. “Hey!” Darno shouted over the rush of air. “You know what you’re doing is really bad, right? You’ve kidnapped a woman from our company! I suggest you bring her back now!” He had to raise his voice even higher as the wind roared around him. “I haven’t contacted the police yet, but I know your license plate! And even if you try to get away, I’ll follow you until you stop , I’ll rescue her with my own hands!” Darno was confident in his fighting skills. He didn’t care how many there were or what weapons they carried. Eventually, they’d have to stop somewhere. When that happened, he would be ready. Even if he had to face twenty of them, he’d do it. Inside the SUV, the tinted windows shielded them from the outside, but they could still make out the yellow car pulling alongside. “Damn it, it’s that guy again!” Anton shouted. “Why am I seeing the same annoying people over and over?” Sheri’s stomach dropped when she looked through the glass. She recognized him immediately , the familiar yellow car, the reckless speed. Darno. When she had first started working at the Billion Bloodline Group, seeing him there had been a surprise. She never imagined the person her mother once tried to introduce her to would end up working in the same company. Things between them had been awkward ever since, and now, somehow, everything had spiraled into this. But seeing him there, she wasn’t angry. She was worried. What’s he doing? she thought. He shouldn’t be here. He can’t take them all on by himself. If Darno wanted to help, he should have been calling the police, not provoking these men. Chasing them was dangerous enough, but taunting them like this , it would only make him a target too. Anton crossed his arms and gave a small, humorless laugh. “Well, that guy can’t see me, so at least he won’t report anything to your mother.” He smirked, his tone dripping with false calm. “Looks like you’ve got an annoying tail, and it’s not one of the people I wanted.” He chose his words carefully. If he told Jett directly to get rid of Darno, he was sure the man would demand a higher payment. Jett didn’t work for free, and Anton had already gotten himself too deep into this mess. Jett’s eyes flicked to the side mirror, catching a glimpse of the yellow car. “I know,” he said casually. “What an annoying one. That company of yours , I guess there’s a reason they have such a fancy building if their employees are this persistent.” Still smiling, he reached into his jacket and pulled out his phone. “There’s an annoying person following us,” he said flatly into the receiver. “Do whatever you can to get him off the road. We’ll handle the consequences.” He ended the call without another word. Almost immediately, Jett’s SUV began to slow down. The sudden change caught Darno’s attention, and he instinctively eased off the accelerator, keeping pace with them. He expected them to swerve suddenly, maybe try to lose him at an intersection. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞 But that wasn’t what happened. The cars behind the SUV , the other Black Hounds , suddenly surged forward. Two of them pulled up alongside Darno’s car in perfect unison, boxing him in on both sides. “Argh! Damn it!” Darno shouted, gripping the wheel tightly. The two vehicles pressed closer, metal scraping against metal as they sandwiched him between them. The sound was sharp and violent, like nails tearing through steel. His new car , the one he had barely gotten to test , was already being torn apart. They pinned him hard, and before he could maneuver out, one of the cars suddenly slammed on its brakes. Darno tried to swerve, but it threw everything off balance. The car on his other side pushed harder, its tires screeching as it rammed into him again, shoving him toward the guard rail. The impact was brutal. The side of his car crunched against the barrier, the entire frame shuddering. His airbag exploded out with a deafening pop, smothering him in white fabric as the car spun violently. The smell of smoke and burnt rubber filled the air. Darno fought to control it, wrenching at the steering wheel, but the damage was too much. The car spun once, twice, before skidding to a grinding, screeching halt. The world tilted, then steadied. The front of the car was mangled, the tire bent, the axle ruined. His head throbbed, and when he raised a hand to his temple, he felt a small cut bleeding down the side of his face. It wasn’t serious, but it stung. Through the ringing in his ears, Darno heard the sound of car doors slamming. One after another. He turned his head and saw them , several men getting out of their vehicles, surrounding him. Eight of them at least, all in black, weapons in hand. They didn’t care about the pileup forming behind them; angry drivers honked and shouted, but the moment the men turned their heads and glared, the noise died. The other drivers went quiet, fumbling for their phones instead. Darno exhaled and kicked hard against his door. The lock had already been broken from the impact, and the door flew open. He stepped out, rolling his shoulders, ignoring the sting of blood at his temple. Eight of them. He cracked his neck once, then lifted his hands, setting his stance , one arm raised high at twelve o’clock, the other low at six. “I’m really, really going to enjoy beating all of you,” Darno said, his voice steady and sharp as his eyes locked on the group. The wind whipped through the crash site, carrying the smell of burnt metal. The eight men stepped closer, ready to fight. And Darno smiled.