Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 553 Shit! ?

"Mo Mang, they might have realized something's wrong and are about to stop observing and attack you directly. Hold the steering wheel firmly." Zheng Fan's voice came from the taxi's radio.

Mo Mang was taken aback and asked anxiously, "Hasn't the promised handling agency arrived yet?"

"It's coming soon."

Mo Mang breathed a sigh of relief.

"It will only be about ten minutes later," Zheng Fan added after confirming.

Mo Mang: ?!

Don't be out of breath when you speak!

Is it really okay for him to drive alone and escape from the clutches of the Pure White Society for ten minutes? That can already be called a "feat"!
“I told you not to overestimate them. Didn’t the so-called ‘academy elites’ just lose to Luo Shiyu?” Zheng Fan said helplessly, trying to calm Mo Mang down.

"Is Luo Shiyu really that weak?" Mo Mang felt scared just thinking about the commotion Luo Shiyu made when he chased him before.

"Your personal qualities are not bad, but your physical condition is still a bit lacking." Zheng Fan gave a serious evaluation, but that was all. He didn't care about that anymore. He said, "We are still above you. Just treat it like driving on a highway. Of course, remember to hide if there are bombs, missiles, or unknown passers-by."

"Are there bombs, missiles, or random pedestrians on the highway?!"

"The probability isn't zero," Zheng Fan said seriously.

As soon as he finished speaking, accompanied by the roar of engines, several motorcycles emerged from the surrounding streets and alleys, surrounding the taxi while in motion.

[Note: This car is not yours. Moderate road rage can be beneficial to your physical and mental health. Opening a car door while driving at high speed does not require checking for oncoming traffic...]

"Isn't this prompt a bit too encouraging?" Mo Mang looked at the prompt that popped up in front of him and couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

However, the people riding motorcycles around looked like they had ill intentions, and being surrounded was not a wise move.

Mo Mang quickly thought of a few things, then maintained his speed and changed lanes, moving closer to the motorcycle on the left side of the vehicle.

They hadn't even surrounded the car yet, and it just moved closer to them on its own?

The motorcyclists were somewhat surprised, but immediately drew their weapons. They didn't dare to make any big moves; the taxi was stuffed with money, and if it exploded, they would have no recourse. So, what they needed to do now was slow down the taxi, stop it, and take it away for processing.

Just as the rider calculated the distance accurately, the car door suddenly opened.

boom!
The motorcyclist was thrown off balance by the impact of the car door. Mo Mang grabbed the door and slammed it shut. This motorcycle and its rider were no ordinary vehicles; they hadn't overturned despite the impact at high speed. However, Mo Mang seized the opportunity presented by the misalignment and the inability to encircle the motorcyclist and weaved through the gap.

And they left everyone else in the dust.

The motorcyclists were astonished: What kind of taxi is this? It's going all out and they can't even keep up with their motorcycles.

[Hint: Beneath an ordinary appearance lies unexpected power.]

It was from this clue that Mo Mang discovered the signs of modification to the taxi's interior. This stolen taxi had clearly been altered for unforeseen circumstances.

It's really tough on him, a working professional who, apart from borrowing his dad's car a few times when he was in his hometown, hasn't driven by himself for two or three years since getting his driver's license.

At this speed, Mo Mang felt his limbs going weak; he could die at any moment.

Despite his forehead being covered in cold sweat, his face remained frozen, stiff and serious. Even though his hands and feet were weak, he still maintained a steady grip on the car.

Zheng Fan arrived at this time with the Jiyun City Small Animal Alliance, now its leader! He was individually strong and had just led everyone to revenge. The small animals had strong likes and dislikes, and after several developments, it was time for the Jiyun City Small Animals to have a unified leader.

Even the eagle had no objections, and the sparrow leader, as his wife—who had proclaimed herself—also gave her full support. The crows, who were adept at reading the political winds, naturally dared not voice any objections, and the matter proceeded smoothly.

Under Zheng Fan's command, the flock of birds began to defecate towards the people below!
What are they doing? These people were sent by the Pure White Society, and it's hard to say whether they are considered elites in the capital, but for small animals, they are an insurmountable gap.

A direct charge can indeed create disruption through sheer numbers; after all, even a dead bird trapped in a truck's wheel can stop it.

But Zheng Fan had only just taken office, and to send a group of spirited little animals to their deaths to fill the line was really inhumane... bird-like.

Therefore, filling in the lines is not as good as taking a dump.

For the vast majority of people, excrement and urine are things they would avoid at all costs; it's an instinctive aversion.

Even people who live very messy lives cannot be said to be indifferent to such filth. Sloppiness is more often due to laziness than to these people having any strange quirks.

Of course, a very small number of abnormal individuals are not included in this discussion.

Humans' instinctive aversion to filth is naturally not limited to themselves; in fact, some people may react much more strongly to the filth of other animals than to human filth.

Imagine you suddenly see a large amount of unknown excrement falling from the sky and hitting you. How would you feel?

Considering the scent might not be strong enough, cats and dogs were specially assigned to pull it from behind, and then the birds carried it over and threw it.

The effect is beyond description with just the word "good".
These motorcyclists from the Pure White Society... wavered.

If this doesn't change anything, then Zheng Fan really has to show his respect.

"Holy crap! What is that?!"

"shit!?"

"Shit!"

"And cat poop! Bird poop! Oh my god!"

"Forget about figuring out how much shit is in there! Can't you figure out how to fix this?! What happened? Who did this?!"

"Hoo..." Some people reacted very decisively.

They were thrown into chaos.

This is not just a simple matter of physical and psychological discomfort. These things, when pasted on helmets, obstruct vision and can easily cause tires to slip when piled up on the road.

If you slip here, you'll probably slide along the ground in this sea of ​​excrement, and even if you survive, you'll never see this shadow again in your life!
What an evil tactic! The person who came up with this tactic is utterly wicked!
A true strongman would never allow excrement or urine to get close to him. He could easily shoot down those birds that throw excrement and urine in the sky, and would never allow himself to suffer such humiliation.

But... they are not that kind of strong people.

They couldn't deal with the dense flock of birds in the sky, nor could they immediately escape the sea of ​​excrement.

Yes, this is the cruel reality of Dadu.

What kind of pure white ideology is this? If you're not strong enough, other things will shit on your head!

Literally.

(End of this chapter)