I have a city in another world

Chapter 6867 Devil Chopper
The driver was also a cultivator, but his cultivation level was not high; he was a high-level wizard apprentice awaiting promotion.

This guy was driving the vehicle at breakneck speed through the ancient forest trails, occasionally letting out strange noises.

The driver clearly enjoyed this driving style.

The elves sitting in the back had never left the forest since childhood, let alone had the opportunity to ride in such a hovercraft.

The extreme speed they were traveling at made them feel weightless and uncomfortable, turning the faces of the group of elves pale.

However, in this environment, they dared not voice any opinions and could only silently endure it.

Since the tragedy that destroyed the entire village, the surviving elves have become strong and resilient.

Instead of dwelling on the various forms of suffering, they used them as a form of motivation, reminding themselves that they must never forget the hatred.

However, not everyone can understand their feelings, such as the strange guy in charge of driving.

While driving, he played loud, rhythmic music, and the constant roar of the engine was giving me a headache.

The group of elves frowned, but dared not say anything, and could only suppress their dissatisfaction.

The driver was clearly aware of this, and perhaps even did it on purpose, deliberately rubbing salt into the wounds of these elves.

"Smile, don't look sad, it won't change anything."

If you are wise, you should turn your grief into strength and not let your sadness affect you.

The driver's words seemed to contain goodwill, but his smug expression and behavior suggested that he was not being sincere.

This deliberate use of contrast was intended to torment the elves' nerves, driving them toward collapse.

The angrier the elves became, the more excited he looked.

"Enough, Chopper, stop provoking these poor little guys!"

The black-robed cultivator, who had been silent for a long time, finally voiced his dissatisfaction and stopped his companion's teasing behavior.

“You’re wronging me. I have no intention of reopening their wounds. I just hope they can get back on their feet as soon as possible.”

Upon hearing this, the driver immediately looked aggrieved and loudly defended his actions.

"Just shut up. Don't I know you?"

The black-robed wizard spoke with a mocking tone, glancing at the driver who had a half-smile, his eyes filled with a faint disgust.

That damn jerk's favorite thing to do is to reopen other people's painful wounds.

The more others suffer, the happier he feels.

Sometimes I really can't understand how this kind of bastard has lived for so long. He should have been beaten to death long ago.

Perhaps it's true, as the rumors suggest, that this guy has a powerful backer and is the illegitimate son of a high-ranking wizard.

This same rumor made the black-robed wizard reluctant to offend the driver known as the demon Chopper too much, lest he bring unnecessary trouble upon himself.

The black-robed monk's refusal to acknowledge the other party did not mean that Chopper would give up the harassment. When he found that teasing a group of elves was not very interesting, Chopper turned his attention to the black-robed monk.

"Hey buddy, you look down. Did something unlucky happen to you?"

Why not share it and make everyone happy? Maybe it will even help you find a solution to the problem.

Upon hearing this, the black-robed cultivator couldn't help but clench his fists secretly, wanting to give this foul-mouthed fellow a good beating.

However, at the same time, an idea popped into his mind, and he smiled slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, the black-robed monk made up his mind and turned to look at the driver, Chopper.

"There is an unseen passenger in this car. Did you notice?"

Upon hearing this, Chopper looked puzzled and glanced around the entire carriage.

His serpentine, vertically shaped eyes swept over the group of passengers on the bus before slowly turning his head back.

He looked at the black-robed cultivator, still sporting that same roguish, half-smiling expression, but a hint of coldness lurked deep in his eyes. "Buddy, are you kidding me?"

That's just how Chopper is; he can tease others, but he will never allow others to tease him.

He gets very angry when he realizes someone is making fun of him, and he will try to get revenge.

Perhaps this guy didn't provoke a truly powerful person; otherwise, with this kind of double standard, he would have been killed countless times already.

The black-robed monk sneered inwardly. He was not afraid of Chopper, nor did he care about the rumored powerful backer.

If the other party dares to provoke him, he will absolutely not be polite and will make them pay the price.

Several years ago, during an operation, Chopper sabotaged him from the inside, almost causing him to be caught by investigators from the Wizarding League.

The other party acted very stealthily and left no evidence, but the black-robed cultivator was certain that this bastard was the one who plotted against him.

He had been looking for an opportunity to get revenge and make that damn guy pay.

The unseen wounded soldier made the black-robed cultivator wary and uneasy, always feeling that he was a huge trouble.

He wanted to test the waters, but was afraid of the consequences, so he kept hesitating.

That bastard Chopper dared to provoke us at this time; how could the black-robed cultivator let him off?

A thought struck him, and he decided to involve the other party, making Chopper confront the unseen wounded.

This guy has a twisted personality and serious flaws; he's bound to be deceived.

In response to Chopper's questioning, the black-robed monk sneered.

"If you can't sense the other person's presence, it means you're not strong enough. Remember not to brag about how great you are in the future."

The black-robed monk's mockery was completely undisguised, which only fueled Chopper's competitive spirit.

"I'll ask you one more time, are you sure you're not just messing with me?"

Chopper's eyes had turned red, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

The thought of having a member inside his vehicle whom he couldn't see filled him with deep fear and unease.

It would be better if we didn't know about this, but now that we do, we can't pretend we don't know anything.

This is related to his past experiences and has become a kind of mental illness. He has to understand everything that is related to him clearly, otherwise he will feel uneasy and unable to eat or sleep.

The vehicle, which was in motion, suddenly stopped.

"My dear little ones, please tell me something, and remember, never lie, or Uncle Chopper will make you cry nonstop!"

Chopper's eyes grew increasingly bloodshot as his gaze swept over a group of elves. Although he tried to put on a warm smile, he couldn't hide the twisted restlessness within him.

The perceptive elves sensed a chilling twist in the driver's smile.

"Now tell me, where is that unseen companion now?"

The elves dared not hide the truth and all pointed to a certain spot.

Chopper looked at that spot, making sure no one was there, and his doubts grew stronger.

He looked at the elves, then at the black-robed monk, and saw that both of them seemed to be able to see.

Of course, the black-robed cultivator was just putting on an act; in reality, he couldn't see anything at all.

Of all the passengers on the bus, he was the only one who couldn't see, and this differential treatment made Chopper feel extremely unfair.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Chopper felt extremely uneasy and angry.

"I don't care who you are or whether you actually exist, but on my vehicle, everyone must obey my commands."

Now, tell me who you are, or get off this vehicle!

Chopper's face contorted in anger as he suddenly pulled out a short-barreled crystal gun and roared at Tang Zhen's location.