Chapter 172 – Boom! A Real Man Never Looks Back at an Explosion

At this very moment—

Nearly all of Liangxi City’s police force had already been swiftly mobilized.

Traffic police stationed at both ends of the Liangxi Bridge checkpoints immediately began evacuating vehicles and pedestrians preparing to enter the bridge, urging the cars already on it to pass through quickly.

Officers on patrol—those usually riding three-wheelers or motorbikes—hurried to side roads and intersections, holding out their arms to block vehicles attempting to enter the main roads of the city.

They had all received the same command: do whatever it takes to clear the main road, and don’t let a single vehicle obstruct Su Ming’s path.

Then—

Every radio station in Liangxi City began broadcasting the news at almost the exact same time: the main road leading from the city center to the Liangxi Bridge was now under lockdown.

Drivers already on the main road were instructed to pull over as much as possible and clear the center lane.

Taxi companies operating within the city also used their dispatch communication systems to spread word of the special traffic control, asking their drivers to inform one another.

In short—

Lin Tian and the entire Liangxi police force had done everything humanly possible within just two minutes to coordinate and prepare.

—

On the city’s main road—

Su Ming was racing down the road in his silver convertible, the dashboard displaying a terrifying speed of 150 km/h.

And keep in mind—

This wasn’t a highway. It was a city road with a speed limit of only 40 km/h.

The road was full of hazards, with cars on both sides and even some stray pedestrians.

At such insane speeds, even a minor collision could turn the convertible—fragile as it was—into shrapnel in an instant.

But fortunately…

The roar of the Porsche 911’s engine was deafening. Before the car even appeared, drivers ahead had already heard the beast-like growl of its engine.

That unmistakable sound—clearly not from a car you could afford to crash into—made most drivers instinctively slow down and pull aside, creating a clear passage.

And then—

Every one of those drivers who had made room witnessed the same thing…

A silver convertible flashed past like lightning, moving so fast it was barely visible to the naked eye, its exhaust pipes seemingly spitting flames.

Even though the road was chaotic and control measures hadn’t fully gone into effect—Su Ming hadn’t even been far from the salon yet—his speed never wavered.

The howling wind rushed past his ears. He kept his eyes laser-focused ahead, not even bothering to check the rearview mirror.

His hands worked the steering wheel at lightning speed, weaving skillfully between cars.

Sometimes, he came within mere centimeters of another vehicle.

But somehow, Su Ming could gauge those tiny distances with pinpoint accuracy—making last-second adjustments to avoid disaster, like a professional race car driver.

As the convertible blazed past an intersection—

Su Ming suddenly noticed that the number of cars on the main road had dropped significantly. Even those that hadn’t yet cleared out had all pulled over, tacitly opening a path.

It was obvious.

The police were helping him. Just like Lin Tian had promised—they would do everything they could to clear the way.

Now, the road ahead was practically wide open. He didn’t have to dodge and weave like he did right after leaving the salon.

Su Ming turned his head slightly, glancing at the timed bomb in his duffel bag. The countdown was now at—

100!

99!

98!!!

Only a minute and a half left.

Su Ming narrowed his eyes, but he wasn’t overly concerned—because in his sight, the sign for the bridge entrance had already appeared.

The Liangxi Bridge that spanned the river was less than two kilometers away.

He executed a high-speed drift, leaving two black skid marks across the pavement as he rounded the curve. Just then, Lin Tian’s voice came through the tiny earpiece Su Ming wore.

> “Xiao Ming, the Liangxi Bridge has been cleared.”

> “When you get there, you can drive straight to the center. No civilians will be harmed.”

Upon hearing that—

Su Ming didn’t say a word. He simply pressed harder on the gas pedal.

The roaring engine roared louder, the tachometer needle swinging rapidly to the right.

From 150 km/h, the speed leapt to 200 km/h.

An unmistakable lightness rose from the chassis—as if the slightest bump could flip the entire convertible.

But thanks to Su Ming’s expert handling and exceptional dynamic vision, no accident occurred. Honestly, he could’ve been a pro racer.

—

By now—

Time had to be measured in seconds. Each tick brought them closer to disaster.

At the entrance to Liangxi Bridge, a crowd of traffic officers, auxiliary police, and public security officers stood waiting anxiously for Su Ming’s arrival.

They had also received word of the bomb threat, and had cleared the bridge entrance in under a minute.

But now… it had been over thirty seconds since the bridge was cleared, and still no sign of the bomb-laden car.

Their tension grew by the second.

If the car exploded at the bridgehead, the consequences would be dire.

There were too many nearby residential buildings. The damage would be catastrophic.

Just as their worry peaked—

VROOOOOM———

The distinct roar of a sports car engine reached their ears.

Then—

A silver convertible with hazard lights flashing shot into view like a shooting star, moving too fast for the human eye to follow.

200 km/h. Practically the speed of a high-speed train.

In the blink of an eye, the car shot past the officers and charged onto the bridge.

To preserve evidence for future prosecution, several officers lifted their cameras and began recording.

And at that moment—

As the convertible sped onto Liangxi Bridge, Su Ming—who had been silently reciting numbers in his head—began counting aloud.

“33!”

“32!”

“31!!!”

—

If anyone had been sitting beside him, they would have been shocked to realize:

The numbers Su Ming was reciting matched the countdown timer on the bomb’s LED display exactly.

That meant…

Even without looking at the bag again—keeping his full attention on driving—Su Ming had been silently counting every second, tracking the detonation time down to the dot.

The convertible blazed down Liangxi Bridge. Aside from this one car, not a single other vehicle or pedestrian remained on the bridge.

And Su Ming continued counting under his breath—

“15!”

“14!”

“13!!!”

—

As worry and tension gripped everyone watching—

The convertible finally reached the center of the bridge—

The point where the explosion’s damage could be minimized.

Su Ming suddenly twisted the steering wheel with both hands, forcing the front wheels to dig in while the rear wheels drifted into a perfect 180-degree spin—instantly reversing the car’s direction.

At that moment—

Su Ming no longer hesitated for even a second. With one hand, he grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat and hurled it out the car door with all his strength.

Then, slamming the accelerator to the floor, he sped away in the opposite direction at full throttle.

The numbers he muttered under his breath still matched the countdown on the digital timer of the bomb exactly:

“3!”

“2!”

“1!!!”

—

BOOM!!!

As the final second ticked away, a thunderous explosion erupted.

And in the eyes of all the officers watching—

A silver convertible shot forward like a comet, Su Ming’s expression calm and composed in the driver’s seat. And just behind him—

A pillar of fire, born from the explosion, rose into the sky like a roaring dragon…