Chapter 74

"Bro! No need to call the police, I am the police." The driver, a middle-aged man in his forties, heard Yang Luo's words and looked at him with confusion.

Yang Luo took out his credentials and threw them to the driver, then got into the heavy truck. The driver held Yang Luo's credentials without looking at them, instead staring with wide, terrified eyes as his truck began to move forward slowly. The sound of tires crushing objects, "crack, crack," echoed in his ears. Fresh, red blood flowed slowly from under the wheels, like a stream following the slight slope of the road to his feet. After the last two tires rolled over, the two Buicks had been flattened into metal discs.

Yang Luo's face showed a bloodthirsty smile as he walked up to the driver and took back his credentials, "You can go now, I'll handle this."

The driver, looking at Yang Luo's smile, suddenly shivered and stammered, "Y-You, you..."

"If you don't want to go to jail, leave now. I guarantee the police won't bother you."

The driver, startled, took a step and ran, trembling as he turned the key in the ignition. His mind was blank, with only one thought: get away as fast as possible, the farther from this devil, the better.

Yang Luo watched the driver drive away, then saw a man lying unconscious by the roadside. He walked over and recognized him; this guy had been standing behind Kun Si yesterday.

"Damn! Pretty quick reflexes, to jump out in that situation," he muttered, then took out his phone and dialed a number, "Lao Jiang! There's been a car accident at the 800-meter intersection of the Fourth Ring Road. Come and handle it."

"Shit! What does a car accident have to do with us? Call the traffic police."

"I haven't finished yet, don't rush," Yang Luo said calmly.

"It's just a car accident, what else is there to say?"

"The accident involved Kun Si's people. Two Buicks got under the wheels of the heavy truck. Then I drove the truck over them, and the two cars were flattened into metal discs."

"What?" Even without seeing, Yang Luo knew what Jiang Cheng's reaction would be.

Yang Luo chuckled, "Why such a big reaction? It's just a few pieces of trash. Is it that serious?"

"I'll be there in a minute."

Yang Luo hung up the phone and sat on the roadside railing, smoking. Suddenly, the unconscious man moved, slowly sitting up. Before he could fully regain consciousness, Yang Luo kicked him in the head. The man's body flew three meters away, hitting the railing with a thud, blood gushing from his mouth as he lay there unconscious.

He was just unlucky to run into Yang Luo, who didn't play by the rules.

After about twenty minutes, the man staggered to his feet again. Yang Luo walked over, leaning forward, and with a standard penalty kick motion, kicked with his right leg.

"Bang"

The man's head snapped back, and his body flew out again. Yang Luo walked over, looked at him, and cursed, "Damn, you really have a strong will to live, you didn't die even like that."

Yang Luo sat back on the railing, smiling as he watched the occasional vehicles passing by, turning around at the 'accident scene.'

Finally, when Yang Luo was getting impatient, he saw two police cars speeding towards him.

Jiang Cheng got out of the car, saw the terrifying scene, and cursed, "Shit! Yang Luo, you're really a freak."

Yang Luo pointed at the unconscious man on the ground, "Do you recognize him?"

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