They immediately found another file scraper and a key metal piece in the driver's vehicle, as instructed by Gao Liang. "I want it finished within five minutes!" Gao Liang commanded, and the two men sprang into action. Indeed, the finest special forces soldiers—strong and robust—moved with remarkable efficiency, their scraper shadows overlapping and metal dust swirling everywhere. Just four minutes later, the new key was ready. Gao Liang, accompanied by Lin Guojun and Wang Zhiqiang, arrived proudly to the very car where the scene had unfolded. At that moment, the two women each brought over a bottle of mountain spring water, their clothes now slightly damp. The driver also joined in. "Li General! No way!" Lin Guojun and Wang Zhiqiang inserted the key, only to find that it entered only two-thirds of the way, with one-third still protruding. "Hmph! Still not ready to concede!" Xia Yu and Qin Xue cheered in unison, exclaiming, "Gao Liang, you've lost!" "Before they could even reach out, Gao Liang firmly took over the file from Lin Guojun and said, 'Here, you haven't done it right! Let me show you!' He then gave the file only two strokes on the one-third portion that hadn't yet entered, and with a crisp 'click,' the key fully slid in. 'Wow! Really!' Xia Yu and Qin Xue were stunned, eyes wide open. 'Did we really lose? No, we can't have!' Xia Yu blamed Qin Xue for going to fetch water to cool off. Qin Xue, in turn, accused Xia Yu of not telling her about Gao Liang's ability to see through things. 'Enough! Stop arguing!' Gao Liang shouted loudly. Then the car started moving, and the other driver took Lin Guojun and Wang Zhiqiang on board. The two vehicles sped off toward Liuyu Lake. It was already 4:30—it was only half an hour until 5:00. The usual drive time from here to Liuyu Lake is about one and a half hours. Qin Xue and Xia Yu were delighted: 'Gao Liang, you still lost!' But they noticed that Gao Liang turned left at a junction—oh! He had chosen an extremely steep mountain road, narrow and congested. In Qin Xue's memory, her father had once driven for others, and to make it on time, he had overturned five times on this very road—though no major damage occurred. Still, those five incidents remained vivid in her mind. It was precisely because of these repeated accidents that her father was eventually dismissed, leading to his current unemployment. The car suddenly jolted, and the two beautiful women swayed side to side in the backseat. "Hurry! Fasten your seatbelts within three seconds!" Under Gao Liang's strong urging, both women quickly secured their belts. "Oh my!" Their bodies collided, and they embraced each other, unable to look ahead, as Gao Liang's vehicle not only drove at super speed but almost lifted off the ground. "Ladies! If you're feeling motion sickness, just smell this!" Gao Liang casually applied a premium, fragrant cooling oil on the roof of the car, and the two women immediately felt much more alert. He turned on the music—actually a set of beautiful original soundtrack from the game "Top Gear: Street Racing"—it was so energetic! It made people feel wildly excited and exhilarated. Gao Liang truly looked great. Was this really happening? As they watched him skillfully driving the car, the two women became increasingly enchanted. Thanks to the music acting as a catalyst, time seemed to stand still for them. Meanwhile, Gao Liang was speeding through the city, driven by the urgency—he had to reach the Qiongshan Hotel in Jiyu Lake by 5 p.m. No way—he had to perfectly showcase all the full suite of racing skills from "Top Gear: Street Racing." He launched into his best sprint, executing smooth drifts, spins, side-over-bridges, and soaring uphill climbs—each move performed with vivid intensity. Above, a helicopter circled in the sky. On the helicopter, a man wearing a mask held a rocket launcher, ready to blast the bright sedan. But Zhu Lian's chief leader, Xie Zhen Tian, stepped in: "Hold on. We'll take it easy—once we reach Juntan Lake, we'll deal with him." The bright sedan soon arrived at the Qiongshan Hotel near Juntan Lake. "We've arrived! Two beautiful women!" High Light turned off the music and opened the car door. The two women were as if they had just woken from a dream. Xia Yu said, "Gao Liang, where are we?" "Wow! Is this really the Qiongshan Hotel?" Qin Xue pointed at the golden characters above a row of tall buildings nearby, marveling, then glanced at her watch. "Wow! It's four fifty-eight in the afternoon!" "Ah! We've lost!" The two women collapsed onto the soft armchairs behind the car. High Light didn't bother to call them—he simply walked off alone toward the hotel. "Wait! Wait for me!" Xia Yu quickly rose and hurried after him. "Hmph! I'm going too! How can you just leave me behind?" Qin Xue also went along. The three of them checked into two rooms: Xia Yu and Qin Xue shared one, while Gao Liang had the other, which were adjacent. Gao Liang immediately took his key and rushed straight to his room, completely ignoring the two beautiful women, as if they were nothing but air. It was still Xia Yu who paid the bill—my goodness! They were charging 10,000 New Taiwan Dollars just for one night’s stay—enough to cover my entire monthly salary! And that’s a high salary! In this place, it barely covers a single night’s accommodation. What a pity. Once inside his room, Gao Liang didn’t even have a moment to relax. He immediately called Lin Guojun and Wang Zhiqiang, who were still en route to the hotel, and instructed them to pay close attention to their safety—especially regarding a helicopter overhead. They must remain vigilant, and at critical moments, avoid direct confrontation; instead, they should use strategy, preserving their strength at all costs. The scene shifts to Lin Guojun and Wang Zhiqiang still en route. The driver turns onto the very road that Gao Liang had just taken—terrain the driver had never encountered before, leaving him shaken and nervous, especially with a sheer cliff on one side and a deep ravine on the other. Panicking, Lin Guojun quickly takes over the steering wheel, proving far more experienced than the driver. "Watch out! Watch out! The helicopter overhead!" Lin Guojun's handheld radio instantly picks up Gao Liang's voice. As soon as he finishes speaking, a rocket missile streaks toward them like a flame. "Good heavens! We must get out of the vehicle!" Wang Zhiqiang shouts, grabbing the trembling driver and pulling him toward the door. Lin Guojun reacts swiftly—sharp braking—and then leaps out of the car himself. The three of them land safely. "Thud! Thud! Thud!" Three powerful impacts—three rocket missiles strike the vehicle, instantly filling the air with smoke and casting brilliant flames. "Goodness! We're truly grateful to Li General for saving us!" Lin Guojun and Wang Zhiqiang exclaim in unison "My car! And my ten thousand dollars!" The driver was deeply distressed. "Let me be Mr. Li's dedicated driver! Everything is taken care of!" Lin Guojun smiled warmly. "Oh! Oh! Really?" The driver's eyes sparkled with excitement, saying, "That's wonderful! To drive for Mr. Li is something I never dared to dream of!" The helicopter took off, and after walking less than one kilometer, they spotted a taxi. The driver was conversing with the passenger in Taiwanese. The young driver shook his head in confusion. With the driver's explanation, Lin Guojun and Wang Zhiqiang finally understood—the young driver wanted to complete a transfer transaction before handing over the vehicle. Lin Guojun and Wang Zhiqiang then called Mr. Gao again. Mr. Gao immediately used his credit card at the restaurant to pay the full amount of 200,000 New Taiwan Dollars for the entire vehicle. Upon seeing the payment confirmed in real time, the young driver handed over the car and all the relevant documents. With the car, they were finally ready to set off. The driver drove Lin Guojun and Wang Zhiqiang straight toward Qiongshan Hotel. The scene shifted to Qiongshan Hotel in Jiaoyutai. In Room 868, Gao Liang was unusually busy, having received three calls—one from Mike in coastal China, one from Meiji in Tokyo, Japan, and one from Daimeng in the United States. With Mike, Gao Liang helped analyze the root causes of design flaws in the game. The two exchanged insightful perspectives, and what began as a superior-subordinate relationship had now evolved into a genuine friendship and partnership. Inspired by Gao Liang's guidance, Mike gained valuable insights and immediately pledged, "Please don't worry about me, Li General—I will do my best to manage all matters at the company." After arranging a call for Mike, a long-distance Japanese phone call rang in. High-light answered it, and there was Meiji's clear, pleasant voice. High-light listened as if hearing a melody, and his tense nerves relaxed considerably. Meiji expressed her joy, saying that the operations of the China Wushu game company in Japan were going very well, flying hand-in-hand with her father's Nintendo game company, advancing side by side, with steadily rising performance and now setting a new benchmark for Japanese game companies. "You've worked hard, dear!" High-light's simple words of appreciation moved Meiji deeply.