Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1468 Human-caused Accident
This car is different from the one we used to take.

Lin Fan entered through the rear door and discovered that the rear box-like structure was separate from the driver's cabin.

Despite its luxurious interior, it couldn't change the fact that it was a freight truck. Or perhaps, calling it a prison van would be more appropriate.

"Are we just leaving like this?" Lan Bingru asked after the car started.

"Would you like to explore Silvermoon City some more?" Antonio sat down next to Lin Fan, comfortably crossing his legs.

He was dressed in a splendid Western-style suit, the deep V-neck of his shirt revealing a large expanse of his muscular chest. The expression on his face didn't look like he was on his way to be sold, but rather like he was invited to a banquet.

As items to be displayed to the nobility of Jingyao City, the clothing prepared in the room was naturally extremely luxurious.

Antonio looked alright; his semi-transparent, low-cut shirt was covered by a normal jacket, so it only showed off his physique.

He even thought it was quite sexy. If Lin Fan hadn't found it too offensive, he could have gone out wearing a semi-transparent shirt.

If this is the case with men's clothing, then women's clothing is even more so.

Fortunately, she had plenty of clothes. Lin Fan simply layered three pieces, wearing the low-cut halter dress over the semi-transparent long-sleeved tulle dress, which finally prevented any exposure and gave it a complex and gorgeous look.

Lan Bingru was initially worried that the various lengths of her outfit would be inconvenient in case of an emergency.

"Don't worry, what I wear won't stop me from fighting," Antonio said nonchalantly. "As for you... as long as you don't get in the way of running away, that's fine."

Lin Fan's skills have already been mastered by that terrifying guy; how could a few skirts possibly hinder him?
Moreover, although the skirts were long, they were made of very thin and light materials for aesthetic purposes, and they all had large hemlines.

With her arms and legs unrestricted and able to move freely, the risk of accidentally exposing herself when she lifts her leg is almost completely hidden by the layers of her skirt. Aside from worrying that Lin Fan might be uncomfortable, what else is there to worry about?

If all else fails, there's always the mecha, right? Then it doesn't matter what you wear. It's going to break anyway.

Antonio has no taboos and seems quite happy wearing clothes that show off his physique.

Lin Fan, having learned his lesson in the Tian Du Star consciousness realm, had worked with the clothing department to have Tian'er wear various types of clothes in rotation, including many extravagant formal attire. He felt he had gained some experience, so his composure this time was unsurprising.

Lan Bingru rarely had the opportunity to dress like this. Coupled with the current situation and her lack of self-protection skills, she couldn't help but feel uneasy. However, she dared not show it, fearing that she would cause more trouble for Lin Fan and the others, so she pretended to be calm.

Lin Fan and Antonio could both see it, but no one called them out.

Only now did Lan Bingru finally show obvious unease, looking out the window and glancing back.

“No,” Lan Bingru frowned slightly, “the whereabouts of His Highness are still unknown.”

“It…” Antonio was no longer worried. “Don’t worry, with Little Black’s abilities, it’s good enough if it doesn’t hurt anyone. Who can hurt it?”

Don't let its small size fool you; it's something even he and Lin Fan have to bow down to. They say even Le Zheng Yuanqing couldn't handle it. Does Silvermoon City have anyone powerful enough to suppress it?
How could such a coincidence happen?
Besides, if it really were true...

That's wonderful... Hahaha...

“No,” Lan Bingru waved her hand and explained, “We’re going to be ‘sold’ like this just so that Lord Qian Sui can see it, right? If he’s not here, should we act or not?”

Antonio thought for a moment, then slapped his thigh.

“Right! If it’s not there, then all our acting was for nothing?” He looked at Lin Fan. “If it uses ‘not seeing it’ as an excuse to do it again… to be honest, I don’t really want to go through that process again…”

Lin Fan also felt that one live-action cosplay was enough, but in case Qian Sui caused any more trouble, it was necessary to have it present.

"Then let's wait for it to come and go together." Lin Fan opened the terminal and made a voice call to Qian Sui, but as expected, it didn't answer.

“Call Bonnie and ask her where she is,” she said to Antonio. “Have her bring Chitose here.”

Seeing that Antonio obeyed without a word, Lan Bingru asked worriedly, "Will Bonnie listen to us? She seems to want to stay as far away from us as possible."

“Then it’s not up to her.” Lin Fan smiled. “Calling Bonnie is actually contacting Qian Sui. As long as it hears, it will definitely come. What Bonnie thinks is not important.”

"That's good." Lan Bingru breathed a sigh of relief, then added, "What if they don't make it in time..."

The maglev train isn't slow. Even if Bonnie wanted to bring Chitose, could she make it in time?

"That's easy." Lin Fan smiled and placed his hand on the seat.

"Holy crap!" Antonio was on the phone when he caught a glimpse of a blue-purple arc of light out of the corner of his eye. Startled, he reflexively lifted half of his butt off the mat and leaned to the other side.

The next second, all the starry sky lights on the ceiling of the carriage went out.

The car suddenly lurched downwards and crashed heavily onto the road with a loud thud. The inertia caused the powerless vehicle to lurch violently across the road like an out-of-control metal box, sliding forward and sending sparks flying.

Lin Fan immediately helped Lan Bingru across from him, sat down next to her, and helped her regain her balance.

Antonio, who had just left his seat and was already leaning forward, bumped headfirst into the barrier.

After a muffled thud, came his scream.

"Ow~"

The ear-piercing metallic scraping sound finally disappeared as the car came to a stop. Lin Fan rubbed his ears, trying to clear up the lingering noise, and felt a cool sensation on his hands.

Turning her head, she saw that Lan Bingru was pale and was releasing healing water-based powers from her hands. One power swirled around her ear, while the other went towards Antonio, who was huddled up with his head in his hands.

"Are you alright?" Lin Fan asked her first.

"It's nothing." Lan Bingru shook her head, her lips trembling. "Brother An doesn't seem to be doing well."

Lin Fan quickly got up to go and see.

"Sorry, Anton, I forgot this is a hovercar." She looked apologetic.

They really hadn't remembered, since just half a day ago they had been riding in a diesel-powered vehicle.

Antonio was really in pain this time. He held his head for a while before Lin Fan pulled him around, his eyes filled with tears.

“It’s nothing,” he sniffed. “I know you didn’t mean it. With our constitution, we’ll be fine in a bit. It’s no big deal.”

He grinned, revealing an ugly smile, which made Lin Fan feel even more guilty.

Just as I was about to say something, I saw someone walk by outside the window.

"Bingru!" She had just called out the name when the back door opened.

Lan Bingru barely withdrew her supernatural power and looked at Herman outside the car.

The person still had the same kind yet indifferent face as when they first met, seemingly unaffected by the unexpected event.

He glanced at the three people in the carriage and asked, "Are you alright?"

“What do you think?!” Antonio’s anger was directed at Herman. “How do you drive? You’re practically trying to kill me for money! Look at my head, it’s swollen so much…”

He rushed towards the door with his head down, intending to say he'd bumped his head and gotten a big bump. But when he reached the door, he suddenly realized the bump was gone—it had been healed by Lan Bingru's supernatural ability…

This... you'd better change your tune!
"This is my head! Just from that blow, I feel dizzy, nauseous, and want to vomit... I have a concussion, you know? I'm doomed, I'm going to die!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan and Lan Bingru quickly supported him, one on each side. Antonio began to wail and groan, collapsing to the ground as if he were truly about to die.

Herman observed for a moment, then said, "Full of energy, no problem."

Lin Fan knew that Antonio was also trying to stall for time, but he was still angered by Herman's indifferent attitude.

Even if you treat us as commodities, shouldn't you consider pre-sales maintenance to prevent the product from depreciating in value?

Hermann's lips twitched into a chilling smile.

“Devaluation? That’s not uncommon, and I can accept the loss. I just don’t know if you, as the goods, have a clear understanding of your own value.”

"If you depreciate, I'll just earn a little less. But if you have no value to sell at all, then I won't bother to go to all this trouble and waste my energy on something that has no value."

"What do you mean?" Lin Fan frowned.

“It means exactly what it says.” Herman smiled. “So, more than anyone else, I hope you retain your value. Take good care of yourselves.”

The car door slammed shut again, and the light dimmed once more.

Antonio squinted, and only after seeing Herman walk away from the window out of the corner of his eye did he sit up, turn to Lin Fan, and ask.

Was he threatening us?

(End of this chapter)