Qin Haoran kicked the heavy emergency exit door open with his leather boot.
The cold autumn wind slammed into his face. Rain fell in thick sheets across the concrete parking lot outside the Provincial Hall.
He didn’t care about his silk jacket or his styled hair. He sprinted across the puddles, water splashing up to his knees.
He yanked the door of his orange Lamborghini open and threw himself inside.
He tossed his thick leather notebook onto the passenger seat. The engine roared to life with a loud scream that echoed off the stone pillars.
He shoved the gear into drive and slammed the gas pedal down.
The supercar tore out of the gate, its tires spinning through standing rainwater.
Qin Haoran gripped the wheel tightly.
