Chapter 682 - 682: A Minor Problem Occurred

"Cui... Brother Cui, take a look at the rearview mirror, the person lying on the ground... doesn't he look like Zhang Shuai?" Xiao Shi drew out a cigarette, trembling, and handed one to Old Cui.

Old Cui held the cigarette in his mouth, took a few deep puffs after lighting it, choking himself to cough, and then tossed the cigarette butt out the window.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

After a bout of coughing while clutching his chest, Old Cui wiped his tears and looked at the left rearview mirror, saying, "Can't see clearly."

After speaking, he suddenly grabbed Xiao Shi's collar and shook him vigorously, nervously asking, "Was it me who hit the person?"

Clearly, Old Cui, who had extensive driving experience, was now startled, otherwise, he wouldn't have to ask the co-pilot beside him if he had hit the person.

Xiao Shi, shaking his head in dizziness, hurriedly said, "No...it's not...he was lying there originally."

Only then did Old Cui loosen his grip and confirm, "You're not lying to me, right?"

"Why would I lie...to you, if you don't believe me, go check the front of the car yourself." Xiao Shi, looking at his torn clothes, replied irritably.

Old Cui awkwardly chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll buy you a new shirt. I got too excited just now.

But why did you ask me if that person was Zhang Shuai?"

Xiao Shi frowned and said, "Brother Cui, no kidding, that person I just saw is exactly like Zhang Shuai, like they were carved out of the same mold."

Old Cui was shocked, "Are you sure you didn't see wrong?"

"Definitely not wrong." Xiao Shi replied seriously, "Our car wasn't going fast, so I'm quite sure.

Moreover, not only does he look like him, he's even wearing the exact same clothes Zhang Shuai wore last night."

At this point, Old Cui was somewhat convinced the person lying on the lane was indeed Zhang Shuai.

But if it was Zhang Shuai, why would he be lying here?

After a while, Old Cui slapped his forehead and said, "I remember now, the person who popped his head out of the container earlier, wasn't that Zhang Shuai?"

"Yes, yes, it was Zhang Shuai." Xiao Shi suddenly realized.

No wonder they were confused, it's difficult to remain calm in highly stressful situations, and this kind of temporary "amnesia" is not uncommon.

It's just like in daily life when you're in a rush to find something, and it's right in front of you, but you still spend half the day finding it.

After a long time, Old Cui took out his own cigarette, handed one to Xiao Shi, took a deep breath after lighting it, and said two words: "Deserved it!"

Xiao Shi also lit a cigarette, nodded, and said, "Deserved it, such a good wife and kid, and he gave them up just for a bit of dope; calling him inhuman is insulting to the word humanity."

Old Cui said in a tone full of emotion, "People say that drugs hurt, which is true, but also false.

If someone gets deliberately trapped and hooked on drugs, then they're worthy of pity, but Zhang Shuai was purely seeking his own doom, can't blame anyone else.

Xiao Shi, I've been through it, remember this: if friends around you get involved with gambling or drugs, no matter how close the relationship is, cutting it off immediately is absolutely right.

Prostitution, gambling, drugs, of these three, the first is relatively better, but the latter two are truly beyond saving."

Old Cui's words, at first glance, might seem a bit off moral compass.

But thinking about it, one realizes he's stating a harsh truth.

Someone who likes prostitution at most ends up with a disease, but it doesn't affect their friends much.

Whereas gambling and drugs are different, these two can truly strip away one's humanity.

Of course, the gambling referred here is not family games during holidays, but persons chronically involved in gambling dens, even living off it.

After smoking a cigarette, Old Cui smiled at Xiao Shi, "Want to drive?"

"Forget it, Brother Cui, you better drive, my legs are a bit weak now." Xiao Shi quickly declined.

Old Cui laughed heartily, turned off the hazard lights, started the car, and drove into the slow lane.

About ten minutes later, Old Cui had to slow down again, saying, "Look at that container, isn't that the one that cut us off earlier?"

"It looks like it to me." Xiao Shi nodded.

Immediately, a question emerged in both their minds: the car is here, where's Xiao Feng?

Just then, out of the corner of their eyes, they saw someone waving beyond the guardrail.

They both looked over and saw it was Xiao Feng, though he appeared somewhat disheveled, and his right hand was wrapped in a jacket, overall looking fine.

Old Cui turned right and parked the car in the emergency lane.

Xiao Feng came in from beyond the guardrail, got back in the car, and said, "Keep driving."

After he got in, Old Cui and Xiao Shi both noticed that besides the smell of smoke, there was also a metallic smell inside the driving cabin.

It was the smell of blood.

Both sensibly chose not to ask, considering that after witnessing that "astonishing leap," even if Xiao Feng was willing to talk about it, they might not dare to listen.

So, it was best to act like they hadn't seen anything and focus on minding their own business.

Two minutes later, the phone in Xiao Feng's pocket rang.

Xiao Feng struggled to use his left hand to retrieve the phone from his right pocket.

The call was from the little girl. As soon as Xiao Feng pressed the answer button, he heard her anxious voice asking, "Xiao Feng Brother, why haven't you caught up, is something wrong?"

"Just a little problem." Xiao Feng looked at his bandaged right hand, smiled wryly.

Who would have thought, sparring with experts he'd never been seriously injured, yet today dealing with some small punks and got hurt like this.

"We're waiting in the emergency lane, do you need us to come over?" The little girl asked urgently.

Xiao Feng rolled down the car window a bit and said, "No need, we'll catch up soon, just wait by the roadside."

In less than ten minutes, Xiao Feng and the others saw the familiar bus.

Without waiting for Xiao Feng to remind him, Old Cui immediately turned the right indicator on and parked behind the bus.

Xiao Feng jumped out of the car, and the little girl immediately greeted him, her face full of tension, "Xiao Feng brother, are you hurt?"

"Just a minor injury, no big deal." Xiao Feng showed a relaxed expression.

But the little girl understood that Xiao Feng brother was intentionally comforting her, otherwise, why wrap the hand so tightly?

On the bus, Sun Shijie immediately began treating Xiao Feng's wound.

As for the people on the bus, just seeing the glass shards being cleaned from the wound was enough for some not to dare look further.

"Who did this?" Lin Zhiyan said coldly, a hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes.

She didn't know why seeing Xiao Feng injured made her think of murder, just knew she couldn't suppress the killing intent, nor wanted to.

Taking advantage of the time while cleaning the wound, Xiao Feng recounted last night's events and what just happened to everyone.

As a result, after listening, everyone didn't quite know how to express their emotions.

Anger was certain, but Zhang Shuai and Liu Papi and those people were all already dealt with.

What's the point of being angry with dead people?

Apart from that, no one felt Xiao Feng's actions were excessive.

If Liu Papi and his gang hadn't gotten greedy, none of this would have happened.

In the end, it was all just deserved karma.