Katelyn deliberately reduced her speed, methodically narrowing the distance between their cars.

Should she continue unchecked, or if the other car failed to pull back, a collision was certain.

Given the superior capabilities of her vehicle, the result was obvious.

Overcome with panic, the driver gritted his teeth and muttered, “All I wanted was some easy cash. Now, I’m trapped with these maniacs.”

His plans had disastrously backfired, leaving him no choice but to bite the bullet and back up.

A collision now would spell disaster solely for them. Katelyn kept up her steady acceleration until the fronts of both vehicles were almost kissing.

They were positioned precariously on a curve along the mountain road.

Peering anxiously behind, the passenger voiced his alarm, saying, “Boss, watch the reverse, we can’t afford to go over the edge! If we plummet, they might never even find our remains!”

“I said, shut up!” the driver retorted, continuing to back up while vigilantly watching the rearview mirror. With reluctance, he pleaded, “Please, just let us go. We’re just here to earn some cash.” Katelyn, however, did not relent.

Soon, the white car teetered dangerously close to the cliff’s brink.

One of its wheels dangled over the edge, and the car trembled uncontrollably.

Terrified, the passenger shouted, “Boss, I don’t want to…”

“If we make it out of this, I’m cutting out your tongue first thing!” the driver spat angrily, struggling to stabilize the steering wheel.

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Katelyn left him no room to maneuver.

With a firm press on the gas, she locked their car in a deadlock.

They were trapped, unable to advance or retreat. Despair clouded the passenger’s vision.

“This is the end for us!”

At that moment, a convoy of off-road vehicles crested the hill, their headlights cutting through the darkness, racing up the winding mountain path.

The convoy arrived with Samuel leading, bringing reinforcements.

He stepped out swiftly and approached Vincent.

“Mr. Adams, I apologize for the delay. The traffic was terrible,” he said.

Vincent exited his car, his sharp gaze landing on the immobilized white vehicle.

It was stuck, unable to budge. Inside, the two men sat cornered, completely surrounded.

“Right on time. Get them out of here,” Vincent ordered.

“Yes, Mr. Adams,” Samuel replied without hesitation.

Midnight had already settled in.

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