Two weeks later...
“Check everything one more time. Everything must be perfect. Understood?” A black-clothed man spoke to the workers busy setting up the stage.
A large crowd filled Beijing’s Jingshan Park. Police officers and soldiers stood guard throughout the area, the noise of the crowd buzzing in the air.
“The President will be here in a few minutes,” a soldier informed the black-clothed man, who nodded in response.
Minutes later, President Wang Qiren arrived by helicopter. The crowd erupted, chanting his name.
The President stepped onto the stage and stood by the microphone. Silence fell instantly.
“Good evening...” he began, but before he could continue, a bullet struck him through the heart. He collapsed onto the stage as soldiers and officers rushed to shield him.
One soldier lifted the President onto his back and carried him to the helicopter.
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CID’s Office
*Ring…*
“Hello? …Understood, sir.” A man hung up the phone.
“What happened, Yubin?” Xiao Zhan asked.
“Sir, someone shot the President. He’s in the ICU now…”
“WHAT?” Xiao Zhan shot up from his seat.
“Did they catch the shooter?”
“No, sir. He got away. But if the President dies, his son will succeed him, as per President Wang Qiren’s decision. Intelligence suggests they’re also targeting the boy, but they can’t reach him. Mr. Liu ordered you to track him down.”
Xiao Zhan moved to his computer and began searching.
“He’s at home,” he said.
“No, sir. They already checked—he’s not there,” Yubin replied.
“Then where is he?” Xiao Zhan paced, rubbing his chin. His eyes landed on a motorcycle poster on the wall, triggering a memory.
“Is there a bike race happening today?” he asked suddenly.
“Let me check… Yes, sir. The final CSBK race is today at the Zhuhai International Circuit.”
“I know where he is,” Xiao Zhan said, grabbing his jacket.
“Let’s go.”
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Zhuhai International Circuit – Rest Room
Wang Yibo stood in his blue racing suit, washing his hands at the sink. He looked into the mirror and sighed.
Despite being a champion rider with countless wins, he still felt nervous before races.
“Ugh… Why am I so nervous?” he muttered to himself.
“Yibo, the race is about to start. Head to the track,” another racer called.
“I’ll be there in a minute. Go ahead,” Yibo replied.
He splashed water on his face.
“Come on, Yibo. You’ve got this,” he told himself, forcing a smile.
He walked to his bike, running a hand over its frame.
“Nervous, babe? Don’t worry. I’m with you all the way. Let’s win this together. *Fighting!*” He kissed his helmet and moved to mount the bike—
A hand gripped his shoulder.
He turned sharply.
“Wang Yibo?” Yubin asked.
Yibo tensed at the sight of armed men in black.
“Who are you?”
“Sir, come with us. We’ll explain later,” Yubin said.
“No! My race is starting—”
“This is urgent.”
“I said no! Get lost!” Yibo turned away.
Xiao Zhan stepped forward. “What’s the issue?”
“He’s refusing, sir.”
“Mr. Wang, you’re coming with us,” Xiao Zhan stated firmly.
“I *can’t*! This race decides my spot in the Asian Tournament!”
Xiao Zhan’s expression darkened. “You don’t have a choice.”
“No, I won’t—”
A swift strike to his neck sent Yibo crashing into unconsciousness.
“Take him,” Xiao Zhan ordered. An agent lifted Yibo onto his back and carried him to the waiting vehicles.
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