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Zhong Kui's Diary
Hearing the commotion, I looked over to see a white van parked at the roadside with its side door wide open. Two masked men were dragging Zhou Zhixiong towards the vehicle, while Wen Xiaoxiao sat on the ground, screaming for help. Zhang Hao lay motionless on the ground, blood oozing from his forehead, leaving his condition uncertain.
“Ghost Brother, help!” Upon seeing me, Wen Xiaoxiao cried out even louder. Zhou Zhixiong struggled desperately, but one of the men raised his hand and struck Zhou Zhixiong directly on the neck, causing him to instantly lose consciousness.
What is this? A kidnapping? I was momentarily stunned, then pushed off the ground with force and dashed forward like lightning.
At that moment, the two men had already pushed Zhou Zhixiong into the van. Inside was another masked driver who stepped on the gas pedal, and the vehicle shot off like an arrow.
I raised my hand and unleashed a bolt of lightning. Just as I released it, I suddenly thought that Zhou Zhixiong was in the van too. What if my lightning struck him as well? I quickly redirected my Spell, and the lightning struck a tree by the roadside instead.
With a crack, the tree was split in two by the lightning and crashed to the ground, smoke faintly curling from the severed trunk.
With that display of Kung Fu, the van had already traveled about ten meters.
I looked around and spotted a Motorcycle Taxi parked at the entrance of Haitang Academy. The Motorcycle Driver stared in shock at everything happening before him, oblivious to his cigarette burning down to his fingers.
I rushed over, shoved the Motorcycle Driver off his bike, leaped on myself, twisted the key in the ignition, engaged the clutch, shifted into second gear, and slammed on the throttle. As I released the clutch, the motorcycle surged forward.
By now, the van had sped away about a hundred meters. Although I quickly shifted to fifth gear and twisted the throttle all the way down, this motorcycle could only reach a maximum speed of around eighty miles per hour. Moreover, due to its lightweight chassis, it felt somewhat unstable.
Fortunately, there were still quite a few vehicles on the road; otherwise, I would have been left behind. If that van reached River District, where traffic was sparse, it could easily escape me if it floored the gas pedal.
Watching as the van turned left and right ahead of me, I suddenly felt a pang of self-loathing. Here I was, a Grandmaster-level Expert, yet I was utterly helpless against such a van. Why couldn’t I do anything other than summon lightning? If only I could shoot out webs like Spider-Man to catch it!
But there was no time for self-pity; after one more traffic light, that van would enter River District. If I didn’t stop it before then, there would be no chance of catching up once it got inside.
The light ahead turned red. I didn’t expect this van driver to obey traffic rules, but surely he wouldn’t dare rush through a torrent of vehicles blocking his way?
Unfortunately, at that moment, the traffic light turned green.
Red light! Red light! I silently chanted in my heart. Damn it, Bodhisattva, can you show some mercy?
Perhaps my sincerity moved the Jade Emperor's niece's neighbor, Old Wang. Just when the van was a hundred meters away from the traffic light, the green light began to flicker, flashing a few times before turning yellow. The car in front of the van had already started to slow down, and by the time the yellow light turned red, it had come to a complete stop at the crosswalk. Meanwhile, another lane saw a bus rushing in, slamming on the brakes and stopping right next to that car.
Good job, driver! You are so obedient to traffic rules; I give you a thumbs up! Well done, bus! Your maneuvering is impressive; I applaud you too. Damn, van, aren't you tough? Let's see where you think you're going now.
The van seemed to go crazy. With a sharp turn of the steering wheel, it suddenly veered in from the side and crashed with a loud bang, the immense force sending it directly into the flowerbed of the median. Perhaps feeling that wasn't enough to get through, the van backed up a few meters and charged forward again, this time crashing straight into the median.
At this moment, traffic on the left side had begun to move slowly, with one car and a large container truck at the front, while several pedestrians started crossing the street at the crosswalk.
Beep—
The van let out a piercing horn sound and recklessly surged forward. The pedestrians crossing the street screamed and cursed as they hurriedly retreated. Both the van and the container truck slammed on their brakes, producing an ear-piercing screech of tires against pavement.
Damn, this guy really has no regard for his life.
Watching as the van swerved right and arced across the road at high speed, I gritted my teeth and twisted the throttle hard with my right hand; my motorcycle roared forward.
At that moment, however, the large container truck had slowly started moving, its massive body completely blocking the intersection ahead.
Damn it, I'm supposed to be the main character here! Why does that kidnapper have such good luck slipping through? And when it's my turn, there's this huge container truck blocking my way. Is there any justice left?
Forget about braking or turning; there’s no time for that. The only option seems to be to leap over it.
Looking at the container truck ahead—its height resembling a city wall—jumping over it felt like a madman's dream. Just as I was about to crash into its body, I spotted an opening beneath it. Without thinking twice, I flipped sideways onto the ground; amidst sharp friction sounds, both I and my motorcycle zipped through under the container truck.
Honestly, in that instant my mind went blank. The massive steel beams underneath the container truck seemed to pass overhead in slow motion. All I could see were sparks flying from where my motorcycle scraped against the ground.
This moment was incredibly brief yet felt exceptionally long. When I finally slid out from under the container truck and sunlight suddenly hit me from outside, I couldn't help but squint my eyes. A wave of ecstasy surged within me—damn! I'm still alive!
One two three four—damn it again! I'm still alive!
A strong joy surged in my chest, almost bursting it open. I couldn't help but start singing in my heart, "Our Homeland Garden, the flowers in the garden are so vibrant, wahaha ah wahaha ah, my face is beaming with a smile."
With a leap, I soared into the air, twisting a few times to eliminate inertia. By the time I lightly landed, the motorcycle had already crashed into the barrier on the opposite side, producing a deafening sound.
"Are you out of your mind? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" A head popped out of the Container Truck's driver's cabin, and he spat at me angrily, cursing loudly: "If you want to die, go jump off a building! Don't come to the road to play drifting, damn it!"
Hearing the Container Truck driver curse so angrily, I wasn't upset. On one hand, I felt that life was precious after narrowly escaping death; on the other hand, it was indeed my fault, so it was understandable for him to yell a few words.
"I'm sorry!" I cupped my hands in apology to the Container Truck driver and quickly ran towards the sidewalk.
"Crazy!" The driver's curses followed me from behind.
Once on the sidewalk, disregarding the astonished looks from passersby, I took out my phone and called Lingfeng. Before I could say anything, Lingfeng spoke urgently: "Where are you right now? Fatty is with me. I know it's inconvenient for you to answer calls, so I didn't call you."
I told him my location and also provided the van's license plate number. Lingfeng responded with an "oh," and it seemed he was speaking to someone nearby. After a while, he said to me: "Zheng Nan, wait for me there; I'll be right over."
After hanging up, I realized that I had several cuts all over my body, especially on my shoulder where I must have scraped against some part of the motorcycle; blood was smudged everywhere.
Looking around, I spotted a convenience store not far ahead. I walked over and asked if they had any disinfectant or similar items. The clerk shook his head but gave me a few Band-Aids.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, Lingfeng's SUV came speeding towards me. I hurriedly waved him down and got in. Once inside, Lingfeng glared at me and scolded: "What were you thinking?"
"It's just a few scratches!" I chuckled lightly.
"Scratches? Try getting hit by a bus and see what happens to you!" Lingfeng retorted angrily.
"Did you see it?" I asked in surprise.
"Damn it! There are cameras!" Lingfeng spat. "And you're calling yourself a Grandmaster-level Expert? At this level? Pfft!"
I laughed and said: "If there weren't hostages in the car, I would have taken them out with a lightning strike already!"
Lingfeng continued to curse, "Come on, if you have time, go take some advanced training. Those Grandmaster Level experts can come and go without a trace, suddenly disappearing into thin air. What the hell can you do besides lightning?"
Although I listened to Lingfeng's angry tirade, I could sense the deep concern behind it and felt a bit grateful. I smiled and asked, "By the way, where are we going now?"
"To catch the kidnappers in the van," Lingfeng huffed.
"Come on, they've run this far already. Can we still catch them?" I was somewhat skeptical.
"In this technological age, there are cameras everywhere. Once we have their license plate number, where can they run to? I'm not exaggerating; they won't be able to get out of Lianxing City," Lingfeng said. Just then, Lingfeng's phone rang. After picking it up and listening for a moment, Lingfeng hummed a couple of times and hung up.
"The kidnappers entered Hunan Road, but the cameras on the other end didn't see them come out. So they must be hiding somewhere on Hunan Road," Lingfeng frowned.
I knew about Hunan Road. It was the most remote road in the River District. Originally planned for a large electronic processing company, it was abandoned after major investors pulled out. Now, the walls on either side were overgrown with weeds and nothing else.
What did the kidnappers want by driving into this area? If they abandoned the vehicle and fled, this place was desolate and not suitable for escape at all.
After driving for about seven or eight minutes, Lingfeng turned the steering wheel sharply, and the SUV entered Hunan Road, slightly easing off the accelerator as we moved slowly along the road.
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