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Blind to the Fact

During the holiday rush, a highway standstill turns violent when an arrogant billionaire slams his Maybach into a stalled Volkswagen. Instead of apologizing for his illegal driving, the wealthy man claims to be above the law in Jacksboro City, smashing the protagonist's car with a baseball bat and threatening physical harm. However, his intimidation tactics fail when he is forced to notice a special clearance permit on the windshield, revealing a hidden authority he never expected.
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Chapter 3

Clang!

The railing shook violently. It was bending and on the verge of breaking.

Just as disaster loomed, my engine finally roared to life. I slammed the gas pedal, and the car dashed forward, breaking free from the crushing pressure.

Upon seeing this, Gabriel’s face twisted with panic. He stomped the brake repeatedly before finally managing to stop his car.

However, as his wheels screeched to a halt, he ran over a shard of broken glass that flew up and embedded itself deep in my thigh. I gritted my teeth as pain shot through me.

Gabriel stormed over, cursing loudly, “I was trying to crash into your car and you dodged? You almost got me killed!”

I nearly scoffed.

He rammed into me but didn’t want me to avoid him?

“Did you think I was going to sit there and get pushed off the cliff?”

“This is how it works in Jacksboro City. If I want someone to live, they live. If I want someone to die, they die.”

Hearing him talk like some thug, I pressed my hand over the bleeding wound on my thigh. My expression was icy cold.

He glanced down and mocked, “Tsk tsk tsk… that must hurt. Unfortunately, I prefer things to be even. Maybe I should stab the other leg.”

I lifted my head. My eyes were calm but sharp. “Gabriel, people are watching. There are surveillance cameras above us. Everything you’re doing is being recorded. Are you sure you want to keep going?”

He laughed as if I had told him a joke.

“Heh! Do you think any of these people would dare to report me? Go ahead and ask them!”

I turned and looked around.

Immediately, the onlookers averted their eyes. Some even crushed their phones, grinning nervously like they had seen nothing.

Gabriel was pleased and laughed.

“And those cameras you mentioned? Please. Half of Jacksboro City, including this entire stretch of highway, was built by my company. If I want those cameras on, they will be on. If I want them off, they will be off.

“In Jacksboro City, the Jenkins family is the law.”

With that, he pulled his woman into his arms, gave me a mocking glance and took out his phone.

“This is Gabriel from Jenkins Construction. In three seconds, I want every traffic surveillance camera and traffic light in Jacksboro City to be shut down.”

Snap!

In less than two seconds, the entire highway’s surveillance system shut down.

Someone nearby, still clutching their phone, gasped.

“Oh my god… I was watching a live stream. All of Jacksboro City’s traffic lights just went black!”

Gabriel puffed out his chest smugly as he wrapped his arm around his woman.

“You hear that, you little bastard? You can’t afford to offend upper-class people like us!”

“Upper-class people?” I sneered. “You think driving a Maybach makes you a member of the upper class? If that’s the case, my Passat must make me royalty.”

Gabriel and his woman both burst into laughter.

“You mean that piece of crap? That garbage costs what? Twenty, thirty grand? Royalty my ass! My dog wouldn’t even sit in it, let alone drive it!”

I just shook my head.

A Passat would not cost much, but what about the license plate and the special clearance pass on this car?

That would make it priceless.

It’s because this car was one of my dad’s official transportation vehicles.

And my dad?

He was the governor of the Hagen Province.

Gabriel could turn off highway surveillance cameras and shut down Jacksboro City’s traffic lights with a single call.

However, with one word from my father, the entire province would light up like fireworks.

This time, they were messing with the wrong person.