The beaten man on the ground was so severely injured that he stopped groaning.

Only then did Lowe, exhausted, stop. Gasping for breath, he accepted a stool someone offered and sat down. “Whoever catches up to them gets a five-million reward!"

His eyes glowed with a sinister mix of madness and a desire to destroy. "I'll finish her off!"

The scene then transitions to the street, where the motorcycle was rapidly advancing.

Three black cars were in close pursuit.

Before long, the chase intensified as more cars joined the pursuit.

Lowe had mobilized nearly all his men to capture them.

Nicole's wound continued to bleed, but she clenched her teeth and clung to the man ahead of her.

The night enveloped the surroundings, and the road remained serene, with few passersby. That was why those cars pursued them so boldly.

Yet, the man in black was adept at evading. He skillfully led two cars to a slope, causing them to stall. Then, he steered onto a narrow dirt path, rendering the pursuing cars ineffective.

Only four motorcycles managed to keep up, their riders as determined as hungry predators.

Suddenly, a swiftly flowing river, about seven or eight meters wide, loomed ahead of them. Crossing it on horseback was out of the question.

The man in black stopped abruptly at the river's edge.

The four motorcycles caught up, their riders taunting and jeering.

They started to sneer, employing a tactic known as psychological warfare, aiming to weaken the other party's defenses through contempt.

The louder they yelled, the more thrilled they grew. After all, capturing Nicole and the man in black were valued at five million, and they were on the brink of claiming it. Everyone was eager to claim the prize.

Facing the pursuers, the man in black's expression hardened, and he asked Nicole, "Do you trust me?"

Nicole, without a second's doubt, nodded.

“Hold me tight," he instructed.

Then, with a burst of speed, the motorcycle leaped forward, heading straight for the river!