Chapter 2802: Car Accident

You’ve got a point, Li Yifei wasn’t planning to keep arguing with Wu Shuwei. Winning meant nothing, especially when both of them knew what was really going on, so he just lifted his hand and flicked Wu Shuwei’s nose. The move wasn’t fast or slow, yet she forgot to dodge, so Li Yifei got his way.

After eating ice cream and trying a few snacks, Li Yifei and Wu Shuwei were just about to grab a cab back to campus when they suddenly heard a commotion in the distance. Normally, their rule was: if there’s drama, don’t go sticking your nose in it. So the two of them were getting ready to leave, but then the crowd ahead suddenly went chaotic, people rushing off to both sides.

“In the distance” was actually only thirty-odd meters away. From the moment the chaos broke out to a black sports car charging right up to them, it all happened in barely two or three seconds.

Seeing several people get smashed and sent flying, Li Yifei instantly realized what was happening. Behind them was a crowd too. Li Yifei could scoop up Wu Shuwei and bail, but there were still people behind him, especially a woman pushing a twin stroller, resting just a few meters behind. So he couldn’t just dodge away.

Li Yifei yanked Wu Shuwei behind him and said, “Back up!”

He himself stepped forward, slammed both feet hard into the ground, stretched out his hands, and slapped toward that already out-of-control black sports car. His palms hit the body of the car with a heavy smack as the car, still spinning, crashed straight toward him.

“Ah!” No matter how calm Wu Shuwei normally was, she couldn’t handle something like this. She screamed in shock, even forgot to dodge. The people behind her were the same, all forgetting to run. If Li Yifei hadn’t been standing in front of them, if he couldn’t stop that car, then these few people, including the pair of twins in the stroller, would probably all be in deadly danger.

“Bang!” The sound of impact rang out, a howling wind whipped past, followed by shards of glass and other debris raining down. Li Yifei opened his eyes—his hands were already buried deep into the car’s metal shell, his feet likewise sunk heavily into the ground. But that runaway sports car had been stopped by Li Yifei. In the meantime, though, the car had already plowed down several people who hadn’t had time to dodge. It all happened too suddenly; lots of people simply didn’t have time to move, and even if they wanted to, there was nowhere to go—the place was jam-packed with tourists.

On the flip side, think about it: in such a crowded area, someone was actually drag racing through here. Isn’t that infuriating as hell?

Li Yifei’s arms shook as he wrenched his hands out of the crushed car body, and the whole car then slammed heavily onto the ground. He jumped back right after. The people behind him stared so hard their eyeballs were about to pop out—this guy had just used his body to block an out-of-control car?

Wu Shuwei hurried over, grabbed Li Yifei’s arm, and asked, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” Li Yifei said, then added, “Call the police. People are injured.”

“Okay, okay!” Wu Shuwei nodded quickly.

Li Yifei had just turned to go help the injured when he saw a man suddenly scramble out of the now-stopped sports car—a guy with blood all over his head, crawling out of the driver’s side. In the passenger seat there was another man. At first Li Yifei wasn’t even angry yet; the key was that he heard the guy in the passenger seat yell, “Hurry, run!” That was something he couldn’t tolerate. There’s been a crash, you have no idea how the victims are doing, and you, the ones who caused it, think about running first? Fuck, you really take me for decoration, huh? Li Yifei moved in a blur, grabbed the man who was already pushing the door open to run, hauled him out, and slammed him onto the ground. He didn’t care if the guy’s hands got hurt. Li Yifei’s other hand was already reaching into the car, grabbing the other man and tossing him out the same way. After dealing with the pair, Li Yifei finally ran over to rescue people. At this point he couldn’t care about seeming “too freakish” anymore. That sports car had been going insanely fast, so the people hit were badly hurt. When Li Yifei rushed over, he found that two of them were already beyond saving. Their bodies were relatively intact, but at that kind of speed, their internal organs had long since ruptured. One of the boys even looked familiar to Li Yifei—he was the guy who’d secretly laughed at him and Wu Shuwei being a couple when they passed by earlier.

His girlfriend was kneeling on the ground, screaming his name in a hoarse, broken voice. Just now, when the car flew toward them, the boy had used all his strength to shove her out of the way, but had no time to run himself, and was directly hit by the spinning, runaway sports car and crushed.

Li Yifei felt it was a real pity. He truly couldn’t save the boy; the kid had died on the spot. Another victim, an auntie a bit older, had also died at the scene. Of the more than ten other injured people, some were lightly hurt, some seriously. Li Yifei rushed around giving simple emergency treatment, temporarily stabilizing the most severe cases. But a few with ruptured internal organs and fractures still urgently needed to get to a hospital.

“Spread out, spread out.” Seeing the crowd getting thicker and thicker, Li Yifei couldn’t help but shout loudly. His voice carried real weight, and many people crowding in just to watch the show started to back away.

Wu Shuwei ran up and called out, “I already called the police, the ambulance is on the way.”

“Mm.” Li Yifei nodded. Things here were basically under control, so he strode toward the two perpetrators, grabbed one of them, and immediately caught a strong reek of alcohol. Even from here, it was obvious he’d been drinking hard. The guy had been slammed by Li Yifei and lay on the ground for a bit; once the booze kicked back in, he was dragged up and was still blearily reaching out to push Li Yifei away, mumbling, “Fuck, don’t touch me.”

Li Yifei raised his hand, wanting to give him a slap. He hesitated for a moment, worried about “destroying the scene,” but then the slap still went flying. Destroy your fucking scene—these clowns drank like fish, then drove a sports car at high speed through such a crowded place, how come they didn’t just smash themselves to death on the spot?

Wu Shuwei still grabbed at Li Yifei’s arm, afraid that in his anger he’d beat the guy to death; that would be a bit problematic. In the crowd someone led the way in cheering, clapping, praising what Li Yifei had done. But Li Yifei just swept a glance over those people and said, “Disperse already, don’t block the ambulances. There’s nothing ‘fun’ about this kind of drama!”

He hadn’t expected that not long after, the incident would explode online. Someone recognized Li Yifei from the blurry video and realized he was Old Soldier, and the result was that late that night, Twitter blew up again. Incidents like this actually happen all the time in the country, day or night—drunk driving, killing people, hit-and-run… These words are way too common. Some cases get suppressed, some end up breaking out.

Once this video was spotted and tagged with “Old Soldier,” it spread like wildfire. Lots of people were sure the guy in the video who first stopped the car, then rescued people, and finally slapped the drunk driver was Old Soldier. People couldn’t help feeling thrilled and relieved, shouting that it felt damn good.

Of course, Li Yifei himself knew none of this yet. He’d also forgotten to hide his identity, hadn’t bothered with a disguise. The ambulances arrived first; Li Yifei and a bunch of onlookers helped load the injured onto them. When the police arrived, Li Yifei cooperated with the investigation, had the two drunk drivers hauled into the squad car. The pair were injured too, but not badly—just superficial wounds. Most of it was the drunken state making them semi-conscious. After the breath test in the vehicle, their alcohol levels were more than ten times over the drunk-driving threshold; their blood alcohol concentration was honestly terrifying.

The police were very polite to Li Yifei. After confirming their identities and taking his statement, they thanked Li Yifei for stepping in and let the two of them go for now, saying that if they needed more help, they’d ask Li Yifei again.

Walking out of the station, Wu Shuwei sighed. “Two lives, just gone like that!” She thought of that girl whose boyfriend had pushed her out of the way so she was fine, while he was killed instantly. What was that girl supposed to do with the rest of her life? What about the boy’s parents? Wouldn’t they be haunted by this forever…

“Yeah, they’re gone. Let’s hope the police handle it properly. Just now, when I listened to the questioning, one of them clearly claimed he wasn’t even an adult yet. Heh. And he’s driving a sports car worth over seven million. His family’s probably pretty loaded.” As Li Yifei said this, he gave a cold little laugh. These days it feels like if you’ve got money and power, you can look down on the law, hire top lawyers, and squirm out of a bunch of charges. Does that piss you off? Of course it does. But can you do anything… Li Yifei, at least, didn’t have much he could do. There are just too many cases like this; he barely needed to think before he could guess how things were likely to go, even though this was Haicheng, the most prosperous city in all of Huaxia.

Wu Shuwei caught on at once. She frowned and said, “They wouldn’t dare, right? With such a major accident, they still dare…”

“Never overestimate some people’s morals, and don’t underestimate their pull either. Let’s just wait and see. We were both involved in this—if they handle it like crap, I might have to speak up.” Li Yifei finished and held out his hands, noticing some bloodstains still there. He didn’t even know whose they were. He went to the restroom to wash them off.

“Let’s go. It’s getting late, we’ll head back first.” The whole thing was infuriating, but it wasn’t enough to completely ruin Li Yifei and Wu Shuwei’s mood. They just didn’t know that the incident was already being widely shared online. A lot of Li Yifei’s fans were over the moon—Old Soldier had been out of sight for days, and the moment he reappeared, he’d done another good deed. According to people who were there, if Old Soldier hadn’t blocked that out-of-control sports car, the casualties would’ve been much worse, at least double. Those people had had nowhere to escape; they would’ve definitely been mowed down by the runaway car.

Other witnesses said the two men in the sports car reeked of booze from far away—it was absolutely drunk driving. People who lived through it angrily denounced how vile drunk drivers were and snapped photos of the car’s license plate, hoping someone could provide information.

Strictly speaking, that kind of thing is illegal, but plenty of people jumped in. Someone supplied intel, saying the perpetrator—or rather, the owner of that sports car—was a second-year student at Fudan University in Haicheng, twenty years old. The car belonged to him. He was a local from Haicheng, and usually he drove this sports car around campus, throwing his weight around, even racing it on school grounds—truly nasty behavior.