CHAPTER 1576: CHAPTER 1577: YOU ARE THE BEST GIFT HEAVEN GAVE ME

Watching you leave, Chen Susu hurriedly stood up, followed you out of the small shop, and said to you, who was already on the bicycle, "Brother, be careful."

The corner of your mouth slightly curved upward, you revealed a confident smile to Chen Susu.

After biking a certain distance, the road beneath you became somewhat bumpy. When your bicycle hit a small bump, the bike suddenly shook, causing your mind to clear up all at once. You touched the back of your head and laughed.

You hadn’t expected to actually fall for Chen Susu’s trick.

In fact, the moment you dashed out of the alley alone, meeting Chen Susu’s gaze, you had already fallen. Although your brain remained in normal operation, your thoughts were heavily influenced by Chen Susu, acting on her will to acknowledge her as a sister.

If it were any other time, you definitely wouldn’t have done something like this.

However, you were never one to go back on your word. As a man, if you did it, you should admit it—there’s nothing shameful about it.

Shaking your head with a smile, you turned your bike’s handlebars, speeding into an alleyway.

Your series of actions were watched intently by Chen Susu from about a hundred meters away. Both your movements and your speed were clearly seen by Chen Susu, who discovered that her eyesight had improved immensely through training her superpowers. She could even clearly read all the text on a book fifty meters away, down to the punctuation.

Chen Susu hadn’t expected her illusion technique on you to unravel so quickly. Furthermore, she hadn’t anticipated that you wouldn’t become angry or upset after breaking free from the illusion, but instead, you shrugged it off with a chuckle. Such a demeanor made Chen Susu feel a bit petty in comparison.

"Mu Yun, you are the best gift the heavens have given me, I will never give up, you are mine!" Chen Susu firmly resolved in her heart.

"Ah-Choo!"

While riding, you sneezed, rubbed your nose, and bitterly laughed: "Mom must be thinking about me. Let’s hurry up and resolve this matter."

Upon leaving the alley, you returned to the same street where you had encountered Chen Susu. The main reason you came here was due to the feeling of being watched that had persisted since you left her. Entering the shop briefly had made that feeling disappear, but it returned as soon as you came out.

This street was older than you by two cycles (24 years), with few residents left. Most were rented properties, occupied by migrant workers who worked hard throughout the day, their presence barely noticeable.

Just as you entered the street, you spotted a black Mercedes coupe racing toward you!

"Gan!"

This is one of your few curses. Originally, you assumed they would use a crowd tactic to surround you, but you hadn’t expected them to resort to the simplest method—a car accident!

With less than ten meters between you and the car’s grille, you decisively leapt out from your bike immediately, lunging forward.

"Bang!"

The bicycle was knocked flying, and even at such a short distance, your left leg was inevitably grazed by the coupe’s A-pillar (the windshield pillar), causing you to spin rapidly mid-air and roll several meters upon landing.

Enduring the wave of pain, as you raised your head, you saw the black Mercedes coupe turning, aiming to strike again!

Even a clay figurine would be angry, let alone you. Watching the enemy with such ruthlessness, you set aside hesitation, vehemently kicking the nearby fire hydrant. Your back scraped against the rough cement, sliding three to four meters, barely dodging the speeding coupe.

Without waiting for the coupe to turn, you pressed your hands to the ground and forcefully pushed off, springing back to your feet. Despite the discomfort and pain, you rushed toward the Mercedes coupe, which was elegantly drifting.

While sprinting, your hands suddenly trembled, and two tiny knives the size of a thumb dropped from your sleeves. With a sharp gaze, you precisely aimed at the adjusting tires, rapidly swinging both hands, slashing across, striking the coupe’s front tires impeccably.

A muffled blast echoed twice, causing the accelerating Mercedes coupe to jitter violently, forcing the driver off balance, crashing into a nearby residential wall!

With the coupe’s door barely half open, you directly hauled the driver out and flung him onto the street.

"No, no, no, no, no! Stay back!"

The emaciated man you dragged out was terrified of you, your face as rigid as steel, your eyes a sharp blade seemingly ready to tear him to pieces!

The man’s black-clad bodyguards had vanished, and several people were already glancing this way from a distance. Ignoring them in your fury, you bared your aggression visibly, suppressing the urge to rend the man piece by piece. You gripped his collar, dragging him into the alley.

Curious, the distant onlookers began approaching; halfway there, they heard a harrowing scream, akin to a pig’s death throes in slaughters and a human’s profoundly terrified cry.

The sound chilled observers to their core, each hesitated to proceed further, unknowing of the events occurring. They were mere passersby, drawn by the loud crash of the car against the wall.

The screams persisted intermittently inside, possibly pleading, but it was indistinct, only some syllables heard. The sheer horror of the sound made them retreat, unwilling to stay, understanding their role as mere observers, fearing curiosity might summon similar fate.

More than ten minutes afterward, the screaming stopped, and a bare-chested strong man dragged a completely limp, seemingly boneless emaciated man from the alley. The man’s chest bulged with thick muscles, appearing as impenetrable as a solid door. His most intimidating feature was a scar stretching from the left chest to the right ribcage—a stark reminder of his dangerous nature!

His face was peculiar, yet its peculiarity varied among distant onlookers; some described him with a square face full of stubble, others noted a high nose with large nostrils, while some saw a sharp face with an aquiline nose. When Du Yanan arrived with the team, the perpetrator was long gone.

The victim’s surname is Zhang, first name San; indeed, his father is Zhang Shi, from Feishui Village, Chun’an County, Eastern Sea Province.

This case was extraordinarily strange, not merely because the perpetrator’s mysterious identity, but even the victim’s injuries baffled forensic examination.

On the surface, the victim appeared in calm repose, as if asleep, yet his eyes remained open, filled not with serenity, but sheer terror.