This world is terrible

wow——

The dimly lit drainage system was flooded, the water now reaching Gao Yi's waist. He had to grab onto a protruding ladder to steady himself. After a few moments of light breathing, he turned on the flashlight in his mouth and, with a "whoosh," unfolded a map in front of him:
"Turn right at the next intersection, and you'll reach the south gate of the Oriental Theater. I've been delayed quite a bit on the way by the wandering faith; I hope I haven't missed anything..."

After confirming the location, Gao Yi shook his head, which was still a bit dazed from the smoke, and turned around to climb the ladder back to the ground. But just then, his phone vibrated in his arms.

hum!
hum! !

"Tsk, they really know how to pick their timing... calling at this hour."

He grabbed the ladder with one hand and used the other to pull the device out of the inner bag. As soon as he turned on the screen, a string of somewhat unfamiliar numbers came into view.

"Why is it this guy?"

The reason I say it's unfamiliar is that it's not strange.

That's because just an hour earlier, the owner of this number had sat across from him, openly seeking cooperation on the issue of "justice."

—"The Pope".

Gao Yi hesitated for a moment, then answered the phone:
"Hey."

A few kilometers away.

Ye Sanqiu was currently chasing a completely black jeep when the call was answered. He immediately cut to the chase: "Mr. Zero, the situation at the Oriental Theater has changed—"

"Someone took advantage of our standoff and stole the true form of 'justice'."

[What did you say?]

These words immediately stunned Gao Yi on the other end of the phone.

Wait, my jinx just came true? Does it have to be this realistic?!

[Who is it? The other judges?!]

"It is not yet clear."

Ye Sanqiu added, "However, in my opinion, it is more likely that the person will not be on the jury seat."

"Because from beginning to end, apart from the 'justice' that was swept away, and the 'chariot' and 'lover' that arrived one after another, I have not found any other primordial aura."

[So, your judgment leans more towards him being an outsider?]

Gao Yi picked up where he left off, continuing: [An opportunist who is disregarded yet dares to snatch food from a tiger's mouth, such as Paradise Lost, the Negotiation Conference, and other premeditated reactionary forces.]
"Yes! Right now, he's driving a black SUV, fleeing west of the Oriental Theater. Judging by his actions, he's heading towards the Longmen Bridge!"

[“Zero” Sir, if you have reached the vicinity of the Oriental Theater, please immediately head towards the Dragon Gate Bridge; we will intercept him there!]
beep……

"Longmen Bridge?"

On the ladder, Gao Yi stared at the phone that had been hung up, his brows furrowing: "Why? Was it the Longmen Bridge?"

Under the influence of "seasonal storms," ​​all roads become dead ends, and the Longmen Bridge is no longer the shortcut connecting Zishan that it once was.

On the contrary, under the fog that seals off the city, the nearly 50-kilometer stretch of open sea will become the most favorite breeding ground for Titans. Just what kind of madman dares to rush headlong into hell without looking back?
"Familiar feeling."

"A familiar scent of conspiracy..."

Gao Yi turned around and started climbing upwards using both hands and feet: "This reminds me of an old rival."

"The Seven Mysteries of the Campus: The Extraordinary 'Rabbit' Ghost Story..."

"The black robe of the 'Fool' who didn't hesitate to scheme and plot across two realms..."

"The creator of the rules of the amusement park in 'Toy Story'..."

"That fake professor from the Embers of the Solar Age who designed the liberation of the four primordial arts..."

"Throughout my journey, all I've witnessed has been his schemes and plots. Will it be him again this time?"

boom.

On the road, he flipped over a manhole cover with one hand, the water gushing out. Gao Yi got up in the rain, like a prisoner reborn, quickly washing off the filth with the rainwater, then found his way west and ran like the wind.

"It better be."

After all, it's time to settle old scores.

Ding~
!) Illustration [The Shawshank Redemption?] (N) - Already in stock.

……

West of the Oriental Theater.

Heading towards Longmen Bridge.

"Rat!"

You're the first person to dare steal food right under my nose!

Just as Ye Sanqiu hung up the phone, he heard a loud, booming shout behind him. Then, he saw Zhao Ying riding a stone-carved steed, her bare upper body resembling a god on a hunting chariot, coming from behind.

"Master Zhao, watch your step."

With "justice" falling into the hands of outsiders, the atmosphere at the jury was no longer as tense as before. Seeing that the newcomer was his colleague, Ye Sanqiu didn't hesitate to offer a reminder:

"The strength of this stone is not enough to withstand your handling skills. I'm afraid that in no more than a minute, your warhorse will lose its front hoof."

"That's very good."

"Chariot" raised his spear, his gaze piercing through the heavy rain, quickly locking onto the rear wheel of the jeep in front of him: "Because the value of this next minute will be ten times greater than its previous inanimate state."

"The greatest glory of a warhorse is to die for a valiant warrior."

Da da da da…

As the jeep bounced, the rear wheels rose and fell in sight, but the upper body of the "chariot" holding the spear remained perfectly still, as stable as a sculpture, perfectly formed.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the moment when the two points meet.

——Crack!
Suddenly, the sound of the sculpture cracking rang out from between his legs.

But in that split second, along with it burst forth a deafening roar as spears and lances were launched!
With a sharp, piercing sound, it was like a harpoon fired from a harpoon cannon, carrying immense and irresistible force. It instantly pierced through the Jeep's thick off-road tires and even penetrated the metal structure of the wheel rim, causing the rear to sag violently and the entire vehicle to roll up in an instant.

boom!
boom!
boom!
Amidst a series of crashes, the out-of-control jeep rolled over the guardrail and crashed headfirst into the tollbooth of the Longmen Bridge, sending up plumes of white smoke.

"Get out here, I know you're still alive."

The chariot leaped down from the stone horse that had completed its mission, treading across the jagged ground to reach the gap in the railing. Gazing at the wreckage below, it coldly said, "I won't repeat myself. Hand over the goods."

"otherwise……"

His ultimatum was just about to come out when it was suddenly replaced by a barely audible soft exclamation. Then, Ye Sanqiu, who was right behind him, caught a rare glimpse of this colleague.

hesitate.

The "chariot" that has always been unbridled is now hesitant?

What did he see?
Ye Sanqiu immediately transformed his spirit into a tidal wave, surging downwards in an overwhelming manner, only to see a strangely familiar figure slowly crawling out from the wreckage of the jeep.

"Zhao Ying?"

"And Old Ye?"

He rose from his crawling position, suddenly looked up at the two people standing above him, and sighed, "It's been a long time. Is this how you treat your guests? As a friend, this truly disheartens me."

"...It's been almost six years since we last saw each other." (End of Chapter)