Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 370: Chapter 370: The Prosthetic Eye (Part Three)_1

Outside the police car.

“Who the hell was that person?”

It wasn’t until Rachel had been dragged a good distance away that she finally snapped back to reality.

Even so, as she spoke, she couldn’t help but remember the scene from before, a feeling of having escaped death.

“Don’t know, but extremely dangerous, definitely don’t provoke!”

Li Min sighed softly beside her.

She understood her old friend’s temperament very well and worried that Rachel might want to recover her pride now that she had come back to her senses.

Huff!

“Of course I know that, but… damn it!”

Rachel was clearly in a bad mood, but she trusted Li Min’s judgment a great deal.

Frustrated and near the point of madness, she reached out and messed up Li Min’s hair into a disheveled mess.

“Mess up your own hair.”

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Li Min pushed her hand away.

“And what’s with this look? Haven’t seen you in over a year, and your outfit is getting more and more extravagant.”

“I like it, what’s it to you?”

Being the young person she was, Rachel’s spirit revived, and she grunted through her nose.

“It looks good.”

Instead of the instructive approach of a mature adult, Li Min nodded in approval of her rebellious style.

“First go to my place. How long are you planning to stay this time?”

After the laughter, Rachel looked at Li Min expectantly.

“A month or so. I’ve hit a bottleneck now. Since you mentioned how magical that gathering was before, I’ll stay a little longer to find a solution.”

“That’s great!”

Rachel could be heard to be excited about her good friend staying for a while.

“Rest assured, I guarantee you won’t be disappointed…”

…

So there’s such a thing!

Though it seemed far-fetched, the mission had appeared, and there was no point in staying any longer.

Fu Qian tossed his handcuffs aside, straightened himself out, and swiftly got into character.

The requirement was to be done before midnight, looking at the current nightfall…

Fu Qian peaked outside and finally decided to swipe a watch from one of the policemen.

The reliability of technology is indeed trustworthy.

Rachel had used a relatively mild mental shock, akin to a hypnotic effect, and she had measured the force extremely well.

The two policemen were now almost in a deep sleep, and probably wouldn’t have any residual effects upon waking up.

In such a situation, the consequent trouble would undoubtedly be minimized.

Quarter past nine.

After comparing the police officers’ watches, Fu Qian confirmed he had two and a half hours left.

He should make it in time.

The bag Fu Qian had carried with him was confiscated by the two officers. He casually took it back, opened it, and gave it a thorough check.

After a simple search, he indeed found a sealed document bag inside with a delivery address attached to it. The name on it was none other than XJ Cargo Company.

This mission was truly unique, as if striving to maintain his own persona, having him do things that a business traveler should do.

It’s just that in the middle of the night, it’s hard to imagine any company being open for business.

This seemingly normal anomaly actually looked even more eerie.

While grumbling to himself, Fu Qian continued to search within the police car and quickly found a map.

He compared it with the nearby road signs, swiftly pinning down the target location on it.

The distance wasn’t too far; given his current speed, he could say walking there wouldn’t pose a problem, so Fu Qian wasn’t in a hurry.

As for the two individuals from before, Li Min was clearly a step away from reaching the Middle Tier, and the one who arrived later, Rachel, also possessed considerable strength.

One could only say that the Transcendents in this area were a bit active.

…

With the help of the map, Fu Qian even found a rattling bus, then, like an ordinary overtime worker, he leaned against it to nap while enjoying the dull nightscape.

The streets at this hour were quite deserted; below the stately and intricate old-style architecture, one could occasionally spot small groups of homeless people gathered together, as well as staggering drunks belting out songs, followed promptly by the loud scolding of the police.

Clearly, this was a city that put great emphasis on image-building.

Including the bus Fu Qian was on, which was also exceptionally quiet.

With about ten people in the entire carriage, not a single sound was made; even the breathing was soft and delicate.

Even the couple seated in front of Fu Qian, who clearly looked enamored with each other, were only exchanging glances filled with emotion.

Fu Qian was appreciating the civility in the atmosphere when, in the next moment, the couple shattered the serenity.

Smack!

With a crisp sound, the woman seated inside said nothing and directly slapped the man, echoing loudly in the silence.

Unlike most people, the man didn’t react with a buzzing head after the slap; instead, he was quick to jump up from his seat and swiftly retaliated with a backhand slap.

Judging by the sound alone, this counter-strike was more than twice as powerful; his girlfriend’s head shook violently from the impact.

The once-quiet interior of the bus suddenly buzzed with life as piercing screams erupted from the remaining passengers, who hastily distanced themselves.

Unexpectedly, the man’s retaliation was far from over; after the first hit, he delivered another slap to the other side of her face.

The woman’s mouth corner was struck, drawing blood, yet instead of showing any fear on her face, she smiled radiantly.

After the slapping, her lover held her face tenderly, as if admiring some masterpiece.

“Three!”

The next moment, he put all his might into another slap, adding a bit more color to his “masterpiece”, even counting it out loud.

Smack smack smack!

Under the relentless onslaught, his girlfriend quickly began to sway and lurch.

This inexplicable act of violence naturally provoked outrage from everyone on the bus; however, faced with the ferocious man, no one dared to approach, only desperately shouting for the driver to stop.

But the driver in front remained unflustered, not even turning his head, which left the passengers even more bewildered and helpless.

And two rows of seats away from the scene of the fight, Fu Qian observed everything without moving an inch.

It wasn’t that he had any particular fondness for what was happening; he purely sensed that something special was growing amidst the succession of slaps.

…

Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven…

As the vicious slaps neared the hundredth, the previously unresponsive driver finally made a move.

He simply left his seat, letting the bus speed on through the night, then picked up a fire extinguisher and walked over.

The screams of the passengers condensed into one loud cacophony.

The driver completely ignored them, carried the fire extinguisher straight to the couple, and stopped next to them.

By now, the slapped victim was already disfigured, barely able to stand upright by clutching the collar of her attire.

And precisely when the hitter counted to one hundred, the driver lifted the fire extinguisher high and smashed it down amidst a chorus of screams.

Crack!

Almost simultaneously, Fu Qian exerted strength beneath his feet, and the bus was directly folded in half from the middle, splitting into two.