She remained close behind him. When Zhang Ziqiang sped up, she accelerated; when he braked, she braked too.
Zhang Ziqiang felt a sudden surge of anxiety and slammed on the throttle, surging forward. He was gripped by an illusion: he felt like a lost deer being chased by a hunter, or a lamb hunted by wolves. The person trailing him so relentlessly was both the hunter and a lone wolf, closing in to corner him. The sensation was deeply unsettling and left Zhang Ziqiang feeling exceptionally irritated.
Fortunately, he was as cautious as he was daring. Having already suffered a setback in the tunnel last time, he still vividly remembered the reporter who had leaped from above to photograph him. As they neared the tunnel entrance, he signaled his men to spray gunfire to the left and right.
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