Wen Hui's father patted his mouth, "Understood! I won't ask what I shouldn't, and I won't listen to what I shouldn't. I know nothing!"
"You're truly a comrade from the old district, with high awareness," I said, patting Wen Hui's father's shoulder. "No wonder Wen Hui performs so exceptionally at school; it's all thanks to your excellent parenting!"
Praise turned Wen Hui's dark face red. He couldn't help but twist the throttle, accelerating in pursuit. However, no matter how he accelerated, this electric scooter couldn't go very fast. I could see Yao Yao's aura receding three kilometers away. If this continued, she would disappear from my perception technique's sight within five minutes.
The crucial point was that after chasing for so long, I hadn't even seen a single car, let alone commandeered one.
Just as I was in a frenzy, an oncoming car suddenly appeared ahead. It was a Mercedes-Benz, with two ordinary humans inside – not demons.
I disregarded everything and immediately told Wen Hui's father to block the road with the electric scooter, forcing the car to stop.
The Mercedes-Benz was intercepted, and the driver angrily got out, "Are you insane? Why are you blocking the middle of such a wide road!"
"I'm sorry, I'm a Shabia, and I'm requisitioning your vehicle. Please cooperate." I flashed my "credentials," which were actually just my driver's license, a mere show.
"Hey, hey, what Shabia are you talking about? I haven't even seen it yet!" As I put away my credentials, the driver reached out to grab them.
Trained by Chu Qi, I had developed muscle memory and conditioned reflexes. I directly transitioned from defense to offense, striking preemptively. My fist landed on his lower ribs. The driver grunted, clutched his stomach, and collapsed on the ground.
Wen Hui's father was terrified. He quickly got out to check on the driver's condition. There was no need to check; my punch was accurate. I hadn't hit any vital organs, only a pressure point that caused him temporary difficulty breathing.
I walked towards the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz. From the aura, I could tell it was a woman inside, likely the owner of the car.
She was quite composed. Even with the driver beaten to the ground, she remained in the car, her aura undisturbed.
I knocked on the privacy window. The window rolled down, revealing a woman who looked to be in her early thirties, but likely closer to thirty-seven or thirty-eight due to her excellent upkeep.
"I'm sorry, I need to requisition your vehicle. Please step out," I said politely.
"No need. You can use it. I have nothing else to do; I'm here for a hike," the lady said with a smile.
Perhaps she was afraid I'd steal the car and wanted to stay to monitor me?
It didn't matter; I had a car. I took out a wad of cash from my pocket and handed it back to Wen Hui's father, "Brother, take this young man to the town clinic. He should be fine. I'm leaving now."
"Alright, teacher, be careful!" Wen Hui's father said.
I got into the driver's seat of the Mercedes-Benz, adjusted the seat depth to a comfortable position, turned the car around, and reactivated my perception technique. The movement speed of the Shan Hai demons was faster than I had imagined; they were nearing the edge of my perception. I quickly pursued.
Upon catching up, I realized it wasn't that they were fast, but rather that the road conditions here were excellent. It was a newly paved asphalt road, with a shining yellow dashed line in the middle. There were few cars on the road, and no major curves, allowing for bold acceleration. As I reached a bend, I could even see the two vans that had already passed the large curve, no more than two kilometers away.
"We're running low on fuel," a voice suddenly came from the back seat.
Only then did I remember that there was someone else in the car. She had been very cooperative, sitting quietly in the back seat without a word.
I adjusted the angle of the rearview mirror to see her face.
From the front, her oval face was very dignified. Her hair was neatly tied up, appearing simple yet clearly meticulously styled to perfectly complement her face shape and temperament. I estimated that she must have hired a top-tier stylist from the capital. Her accent, like the driver's, suggested she was also from the capital.
I even wondered if this female CEO had seen through the vanity of the world and intended to find a refuge in the Zhongnan Mountains.