C189 – Lazy Lion


    “Is there a car ident here?”


    “What’s with theck of peace these days!”


    “This doesn’t appear to be a mere car ident! It seems the car collided with the one it was chasing.”


    “Intentional? Retaliation with murder?”


    “Hard to say. But judging from the circumstances, it seems usible.”


    “He was thrown quite a distance. Is he still breathing?”


    “Even if he survives, he won’t be unscathed. That car rolled over multiple times.”


    “Regardless, we need to contact the police immediately.”


    “Agreed, let’s inform the authorities right away.”


    “I’ll call for an ambnce. There might still be a chance to save them.”


    …


    The crowd’s mor persisted unabated. Yet, amidst the spection about fatalities, there came an abrupt tter. A car door was flung several meters away, as if forcefully kicked.


    Startled, onlookers witnessed Zuo Bo emerge, carrying the injured guard from the vehicle.


    He released the guard, visibly hurt, and brushed aside his hair before leisurely lighting a cigarette, his gaze drifting toward the shattered car nearby.


    Another vehicle? Was there yet another ambush?


    Exhaling a plume of smoke, Zuo Bo remainedposed, indifferent to the chaos around him.


    Despite appearing rtively unscathed, closer inspection revealed a bulletproof vest beneath his attire, likely saving him from the fate of the other guards.


    Peering from within the car, the dazed man beheld Zuo Bo’s nonchnt stance, disbelief evident as he wiped away blood obstructing his view, only to find himself met with Zuo Bo’s gaze.


    “No… Nothing? He’s alright? What’s happening?”


    The astonishment wasn’t limited to the men; even the concerned bystanders were taken aback.


    “Impossible!” The car’s flipped, yet he’s unscathed?


    “But he’s in military attire! Could he be a soldier?”


    “Despite his injuries, he exudes such strength!”


    “Need a hand?”


    “Absolutely!” Someone’s hurt; we should tend to their wounds at least.


    …


    While stunned by Zuo Bo’s survival, they remained level-headed. Their inclination was to assist, but then the roar of revving engines filled the air. Their gaze shifted to Zuo Bo’s elerating vehicle.


    “What… What’s happening!? Is he nning to ram it?”


    “Oh my goodness!” It certainly appears so.


    “Officer, please, move away swiftly…”


    “Where are the authorities? Why haven’t they arrived…”


    Amidst the chaos, Zuo Bo continued calmly puffing on his cigarette. As the car neared, he suddenly flicked a lighter into the air. With precision, his kick struck the leaking fuel tank.


    Instantly, mes erupted fiercely. Momentster, a deafening explosion echoed, mingled with the screams of nearby citizens.


    Zuo Bo watched the burning wreckage indolently, wisps of white escaping his lips.


    The bewildered citizens, now regainingposure, regarded the scene with a mix of respect and fear, alternating nces between the charred car and Zuo Bo.


    Meanwhile, Zuo Bo grinned, scanning the onlookers, “Anyone got a light?” He gestured with his unlit cigarette, but their fear kept them at bay, none daring to approach.