"That's impossible." The woman shook her head decisively, her voice as cold as ice. "This stun gun in my hand is custom-made, with a voltage of six hundred thousand volts. You'd better not have any other ideas, or I can't guarantee I won't have some special reaction."

"But if we walk out like this, people will think I did something to you..." David Clark was quite troubled.

Taking this woman to his house wasn't a big deal, but the key was, if others saw him being taken away by a woman like this, they'd definitely think he was some kind of pervert who did something to her...

"I can't worry about that." The woman stood directly behind David Clark, her voice cold: "Let's go. Don't have any other thoughts. The only thing you can do now is take me to your house." The two of them were standing very close, looking extremely intimate—if it weren't for that stun gun.

"Alright." David Clark was completely speechless. Was this considered being kidnapped?

And so, just like that, David Clark and the woman, looking "intimate," left the coffee shop.

The other people inside the coffee shop were completely shocked by the scene—

"Oh my god! Who is this guy?! He can actually hook up with such a beautiful woman?"

"He doesn't look like anything special. Look at how close they are! Ah, if I could hook up with a woman like that, I'd die happy!"

"Are they going to get a room? So jealous, so jealous, so jealous!"

"Not necessarily getting a room. Taking her home is also possible. Comparing people just makes you want to die!"

"I know for a fact that woman drives a Ferrari F12berlinetta, market price 5.3 million—she's definitely a rich and beautiful woman!"

Everyone else was filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred toward David Clark, but David Clark's thoughts at this moment were: "Heavens above, earth below, today is really my unlucky day! When did I even open the photo album?! Damn, if my mom sees me being taken home by a woman like a criminal, she'll totally freak out!"

After leaving the coffee shop, the woman led David Clark to the Ferrari F12berlinetta she was driving and said, "Get in."

"Alright..." David Clark opened the car door and sat directly in the passenger seat.

He was very frustrated—this was simply a disaster falling from the sky...

"For safety's sake." The woman took a pair of handcuffs out of her handbag and cuffed David Clark right away. "I can't allow any accidents in this matter, so you'll have to put up with this."

David Clark: "..."

Looking at the handcuffs tightly securing him inside the car, then at the woman, David Clark felt his scalp tingle. "What exactly do you do? You even carry handcuffs with you?!"

"I was prepared for the worst before I came." The woman got into the car, closed the door, and said, "I have to guard against the phone password being cracked and the photos leaking. So under that premise, anything is acceptable. I was originally going to borrow a gun, but that would have too much impact, so I settled for borrowing a pair of handcuffs for now."

Alright, this woman's connections were definitely beyond what a small fry like him could imagine.

That she could borrow handcuffs didn't surprise David Clark too much. In fact, even if she suddenly pulled a rocket launcher out of the car, David Clark felt he could accept it...

"Lead the way." The woman started the car.

David Clark's home wasn't far from the coffee shop, just over a thousand meters away.

Once the car got on the road, the woman was clearly anxious, speeding all the way. The thousand-meter journey was over in a flash, but just as they were about to reach the entrance of David Clark's neighborhood, suddenly—BANG!—a loud noise erupted, and the Ferrari's body began to shake violently!

Crap, a blowout!

So this was the true power of being extremely unlucky!

In an instant, David Clark's heart leapt into his throat. Oh god! Don't mess with me like this! This is a main road! People could die!

David Clark's concern was justified. They were going about fifty kilometers per hour, which wasn't too fast in itself, but this was a main road with lots of cars! If they lost control and the cars behind crashed into them, it could cause a chain-reaction traffic accident, with unpredictable consequences!

The woman had clearly never encountered this kind of situation before. Her face instantly turned pale, and her hands gripped the steering wheel, at a loss for what to do. She reflexively slammed on the brakes!

"Screeeech!!!" The piercing sound of tires skidding on the road rang out, and the Ferrari sent up a cloud of blue smoke as it started to drift!

"Don't hit the brakes!" Seeing her reaction, David Clark immediately knew she had no experience with this and shouted loudly from the side, "The worst thing you can do during a blowout is slam on the brakes! That'll make the car unstable and cause it to drift!"

David Clark had actually learned to drive, and his instructor had specifically taught him how to handle a blowout.

Generally, a blowout at high speed will instantly make the car extremely unstable, and it's very hard to control the direction. Especially, you must not slam on the brakes. If you do, the car will become unstable and start to drift, and then who knows where it'll end up.