Such a Rude and Noisy Woman novel Chapter 370

"Hiram, what's happening?" Rachel opened her eyes. She saw a group of people in front of her. They were walking towards the car. Her heart raced in fear.

Hiram remained silent and narrowed his dark eyes. He pulled the gear into reverse. In the rearview mirror, he saw another group of people walking towards the car from back.

They were being surrounded. "Mr. Rong." A man wearing a cap knocked on the window. He bent down and leveled his head with Hiram.

"Get off the car, so we can have a chat." There was a sinister glint in his eyes as he spoke.

Hiram knew he had to act fast. "Honey, hold on tight," he said and drove the car backwards. There was a narrow alley to the right. It would fit only one car at best. He steered the car towards the direction of the alley, the engine giving out loud sounds from the speed at which he drove.

"Ah!" Rachel shouted, taken by surprise. Her shoulder slammed against the car door from the car's fierce movements.

When she realized what Hiram was about to do, her eyes widened in alarm. The street was too narrow. Feeling as if her pulse went with the car's speed, she closed her eyes. She heard the screech of metal as the car scraped against the walls on either side of the narrow alley, the friction spewing sparks.

She screamed loudly. Not once had she ever thought that she would find herself in a scene she only saw in movies.

Despite the speed at which Hiram was driving, Rachel felt as if the seconds held still.

The narrow alley seemed endless. Her ears were ringing with the loud screeches.

How far were they from the end?

She looked back. The people from earlier were chasing them. How did they find Hiram? Who were they and what did they want?

While she was immersed in her questions, a resident living in the alley poured water from above. Water rained on their car with a big splash, covering their windows in a translucent haze.

Rachel's panic rose. "Hiram, what do we do now? We can't see the road clearly." Everything in front of them was blurry. The water was full of foam and even the wipers were unable to make much of a difference. There they were, forcing their way in a narrow alley, windows half-covered in foam, and chased by people for god knew what.

Hiram gritted his teeth. "It doesn't matter, hold on tight," he said, looking into the rear-view mirrors on both sides of the car and continued to propel the car forward.

Rachel reached for Hiram's arm, her eyes widening in worry. "Hiram, maybe you should stop the car. What do they want? Shouldn't we talk to them first? It's so dangerous to drive this way!" Rachel reasoned nervously, glancing back tentatively at the people behind them. Their pursuers kept on following their car with no signs of stopping.

"We don't know what they want. That's exactly why we can't stop the car. It's too dangerous." Hiram disagreed, his voice low and hard. Rachel could feel his agitation as he furrowed his brows and kept his eyes ahead. Suddenly, they saw a light in front of them, getting brighter as they neared it. Hiram stepped on the gas hard. The car broke out of the alley in a second.

Once they came out of the alley, Rachel heaved a sigh of relief. The foam had disappeared by this time as well, and they could see the road clearly.

Out of nowhere, a figure stood in the middle of the road. Hiram immediately stepped on the brake.

Rachel's voice caught in her throat. She was not even able to scream because of the shock. A child wearing a black jacket slumped in front of the car. The kid got to his feet from the ground, crying and looking around helplessly.

"Mommy. Mommy. Where are you?" he called out

Rachel felt her chest squeeze at the sight. She jumped out of the car and ran to the crying child. Scooping him up in her arms, she tried to soothe him. The kid was about four or five years old. "It's okay, don't cry, don't cry. Does it hurt anywhere?" she asked gently, rocking him in her arms.

Fortunately, there were no serious injuries. The child just had a small bruise from falling down. It was at this moment that their pursuers came over and surrounded her.

"Mr. Rong, just like I said, we just want to have a chat. It's no use trying to escape." It was the same man who spoke earlier. He peered at Hiram from outside his window.

Hiram looked at Rachel. She was alone, surrounded. His eyes darkened and he pulled the car over on the side of the road.

It was completely dark at this hour. There were not much people in the area, and cars rarely passed by. These people must have known this location well. With only a few residents, the place worked to their advantage.