A sharp headache made the woman sitting in the car let out an involuntary groan.
Bai Li slowly opened her eyes, her brows furrowing in discomfort. Why was she sitting in a car?
There was blood on the steering wheel.
She reached up to touch her head, the sticky sensation making her frown. Seeing the bright red blood on her palm, her frown deepened.
Glancing around, she reached out and pushed down the rearview mirror, then looked into it.
An identical face!
The only difference was that her pitch-black hair had been dyed a dazzling golden color—even gold itself wasn't this bright, damn it!
Fiery red lips, large hoop earrings dangling from her ears—utterly over-the-top!
What kind of shamate style was this?
Bai Li lowered her gaze, scanning her outfit: a sequined tank top, ragged denim shorts, and an absurdly long, flashy necklace hanging around her neck.
Turning her head, she looked at the tattoo on her arm—some kind of weird design she couldn't identify.
This was basically a delinquent girl!
She poked the tattoo on her skin, and then...
The tattoo... came off!
So, it was just a sticker?
Bai Li's mouth twitched violently. Seriously... impressive!
Bai Li now fully understood that this person only looked like her.
It wasn't her at all!
She slowly closed her eyes, and in her mind flashed the scene of being drugged, thrown into a car, and sent hurtling off a cliff—vehicle destroyed, life lost.
Who was scheming against her from behind?
Bai Li's brow furrowed deeply.
At that moment, countless images of this shamate girl, Bai Tang, flooded her mind unbidden.
The shamate girl had made a bet with someone over a guy, racing cars, only to get sideswiped by the opponent's vehicle. She lost control of the wheel and slammed straight into a rock!
Then, the crash happened, and she died on the spot!
Looking at the front of the car, now completely smashed in, what was strange was that the airbag on her steering wheel hadn't even deployed!
Was the car just that crappy?
Bai Li's eyes swept over the emblem on the steering wheel—that gaudy golden bull...
A car worth over a million, and the airbag was just for show?
She hadn't expected to be killed by someone's scheme right after emerging, only to be reborn into a woman who drove straight into a wall.
Could things get any worse?
She reached for the door handle to open it, but as soon as she moved, she felt like her whole body was falling apart.
Taking a moment to recover, she was about to get out when several luxury cars pulled up right in front of her.
A group of delinquent boys and girls, dressed similarly to her current look, walked over.
Their initially panicked expressions shifted to indifference the moment they saw her staring back at them, some even showing a hint of disappointment.
Bai Li glanced at the wrecked car—its body a dazzling gold, exuding a bold, overbearing aura of wealth.
How much did the original owner love gold?
A girl surrounded by admirers walked over, tall and pretty, with an air of arrogance.
"Bai Tang, you really are lucky to be alive—crashing a car like that and still breathing!"
Zhou Jiami sneered mockingly, looking down on her.
"You lost. Get on your knees, bark like a dog, and lick my shoes!"
The crowd around started egging her on: "A bet's a bet, hurry up and bark!"
"Bark like a dog, bark like a dog..."
Bai Li curled her lips into a faint smile. "Aren't you all doing a pretty good job of it already?"
The group paused, then caught on, their faces turning ugly.
"Bai Tang, are you trying to weasel out of it?" Zhou Jiami's gaze was filled with contempt and disdain.
"Haven't we still got half the race left?" Bai Li smiled. "The outcome's undecided, so how am I weaseling out?"
"Hah..." Zhou Jiami let out a scornful snort, looking utterly dismissive. "With your lousy driving skills and this piece of junk?"