The car jolted violently, each jolt causing戴梦娜's full, round breasts to press firmly against High-light's bright back. It had been a long time since High-light had received such a massage from戴梦娜. Now, he was absolutely thrilled.戴梦娜 had never before endured such a jolting ride—traveling along winding mountain roads, with cliffs on either side, and if she hadn't clung tightly to High-light, she would have surely fallen off. With her delicate hands tightly wrapping around High-light's strong waist, her breasts fully surrendered, making seamless contact with his back. High-light was wearing a thin shirt, and as戴梦娜's soft chest pressed against his, both of them involuntarily trembled. Goodness, the old hen was finally stirring! Once able to hold back,戴梦娜 now seemed to be growing more and more captivating. High-light imagined all sorts of things as the road grew increasingly uneven, and the vehicle rocked and swayed violently—"Ah!" Dai Mengna screamed in surprise—originally, the bright motorcycle had passed over a spring, and the powerful rebound sent both her and Dai Mengna flying. Oh no! Dai Mengna began to fall toward the deep chasm beside her. Gao Liang roared and immediately reached out, grabbing Dai Mengna’s delicate hand just in time—only a few seconds late, or she would have shattered upon impact. With Gao Liang’s strong pull, Dai Mengna was safely secured. As they tumbled from the sky, Gao Liang held her tightly, and with a sudden *crunch*, they landed precisely on the motorcycle speeding ahead like a wild, untamed horse. This time, however, Dai Mengna did not reach back to hold Gao Liang’s waist, but instead, nestled into his arms like a bird resting on its perch, her delicate hands firmly clasping his waist from the front. Only ten minutes remained. Gao Liang pressed the accelerator and sped toward the Union Square of San Francisco. Gare was in the back of the vehicle, aiming his M16A1 automatic rifle—currently in active U.S. Army service—at Huang and Dianmeng—when suddenly three figures materialized behind him, using knives to press against his neck and shouting, "Move my leader, and you're dead!" His rifle was snatched from his hands, then he was kicked hard in the back by someone, sending him crashing to the ground, landing like a dog that had been knocked down. The three figures then disappeared, leaving only a voice behind: "Hurry! Follow our leader!" Gare's vehicle had been taken by someone else, and in this remote countryside, Gare now felt like a wolf abandoned by his pack—no matter how fierce, he was just a pitiful wild creature. At that moment, his radio crackled to life, and David Borl shouted at him, "What the hell are you waiting for? You're useless! You're just a useless bucket of rice! I'm giving you three days! Bring me Huang's head—or else, you deal with it yourself!" It was David Borl, furious. Gare responded repeatedly, "Yes! Yes! I'll certainly do as you ask!" "Definitely!" Garay wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and walked wearily in the direction of somewhere. Gao Liang rode a motorcycle, carrying the beautiful Daimon, heading toward the Union Square in San Francisco. The scene shifted to the Union Square in San Francisco. At this moment, the Union Square was packed with people. Gamers from all over the world and leading game companies had gathered there for a highly prestigious press event. Electronic Arts held a grand launch ceremony for its game "The Need for Speed: Most Wanted." Vice President Peter stood proudly on stage, dressed impeccably, receiving enthusiastic applause from the bright spotlights. With a confident smile, he waved to the crowd and announced to the excited audience: "This game, 'The Need for Speed: Most Wanted,' was carefully designed by my team at Electronic Arts. It has resolved the bug patch from the previous preview and enhances interactivity—enjoy it and play freely!" After Peter finished speaking, a massive LCD screen behind him displayed the captivating scenes of the new game. The world's most luxurious Ferrari sports car took center stage, while beside it stood Miss Dina, the public darling of the entire United States—elegant and radiant. The game's portrayal of Dina sent the entire audience into a frenzy. She was sensuous and graceful, yet never frivolous. To describe her as breathtakingly beautiful and stunning would fall short of capturing the image of this public icon, who has become a symbol of beauty not just across America, but worldwide. "Please, please invite Miss Dina to the stage!" the guests all cried out in unison. Yet, sadly, no one responded. Peter checked his watch—it was already 1:00 p.m. Sweat beaded on his forehead. If the brand's image ambassador failed to arrive, the entire launch event would be ruined. At that very moment, the crowd stirred and began to move. Originally, Gao Liang rode a motorcycle speeding toward the stage from a distance. Dai Mengna sat on the back seat, her golden hair flowing in the wind, creating a striking and elegant scene—this handsome man carrying a beautiful woman. The crowd naturally parted to make way, and the motorcycle surged forward with its engine roaring. Gao Liang executed a daring aerial maneuver, leaving everyone in awe. His skill in handling the motorcycle was flawless; after completing three somersaults in the air, he smoothly landed. During the flip, Dai Mengna clung tightly to his waist, her ample chest pressed firmly against his back, afraid that if she let go, she would fall from the sky. Peter watched, his eyes filled with envy—almost blazing with passion. Gao Liang! At Electronic Arts' game launch event, you've been showing off your flair. But this time, if my game succeeds today, I will be the undisputed king of gaming—achieving both fame and fortune, while you, Gao Liang, will remain nothing more than a footnote. Dai Mengna, you're following a business failure—there's no happiness for you! As Peter was indulging in self-praise, the highlighted motorcycle plummeted from the sky. Highlight called out, "Stop!" and instantly, the motorcycle seemed to freeze in place—actually, he had used his mental focus to control its motion. The entire audience was stunned, gasping in awe. "Wow! Absolutely stunning!" many American women exclaimed. Dai Mengna smiled gracefully. At that moment, she walked to the stage and stopped in front of a high-end computer, her jade fingers dancing over the keyboard. Soon, the large LCD screen behind displayed scenes from the game "Top Gear: Unstoppable Winds."