Chapter 101 Car Crash

The car drove further and further off the road, which became increasingly difficult to navigate. It was surrounded by mountains, and there was hardly anyone in sight. As Molly accelerated, the distance between the cars kept decreasing.

"What should we do? The cars behind us are catching up."

"Shoot, blow out its tires."

When He Pan heard that there was a gun, he was completely stunned; this was something he hadn't expected.

We're doomed!

He Pan's eyes widened, tears streaming down his face, as he pleaded, "Don't shoot. I'll give you whatever you want."

“Go talk to the people behind us.” The bandits remained unmoved.

Gunshots rang out, and He Pan closed his eyes in anguish.

Molly jerked the steering wheel, dodging the bullets. Instead of slowing down, she floored the accelerator again, the car bouncing along the bumpy mountain road, Molly bouncing with it, and the smell of blood inside the car intensified.

She dirtied He Pan's chair.

I don't know if it's easy to clean.

As Molly was lost in thought, gunshots rang out again, this time not only hitting the wheels but also shattering the windows.

Molly heard the sound of the tire exploding, narrowed her eyes, looked at the car a few meters away, and without any hesitation, turned the steering wheel, stepped on the gas, and crashed into it.

Bang!

Molly chose a tricky angle, crashing into the car in front of her, causing it to overturn and roll twice before coming to a stop, wedged in front of a large rock, where it remained motionless.

I wonder how He Pan is doing.

The car was badly damaged and was smoking.

Molly unbuckled her seatbelt and moved incredibly fast, almost teleporting to the front of the robber's car. While the robber was disoriented, she opened the back door.

Before she could even see her, the robber sitting by the window had his hands grabbed and his arms snapped with two sharp cracks.

A painful wail rang out.

The other robbers were startled; some drew their guns, others their daggers.

However, they were fast, but Molly was even faster. She pinned He Pan down, grabbed another robber and blocked them, while snatching the dagger from the robber's hand and throwing it away.

The slender wrist seemed to exert little force, yet the dagger pierced through the chair back and stabbed into the back of the robber's head.

They dealt with another robber.

The gun fell to the ground, and the passenger in the passenger seat tried to grab it. Just as his hand reached out, a dagger flew over and severed his large wrist!

ah--

Next, Molly effortlessly dealt with the remaining two thugs.

One died and three were crippled.

He Pan was splattered with blood, and he was stunned and dumbfounded. He felt no joy at surviving a disaster, only fear of Molly's display of power, and after that fear, an endless awe.

No wonder Ji Hefeng said he hoped he wouldn't witness his wife's extraordinary abilities!

Such extraordinary abilities are truly only revealed in times of crisis.

Is this even human?

Which woman can lift a man weighing 170 or 180 pounds with one hand?

Which woman has that kind of speed?

What woman could kill someone without batting an eye?

The entire process, from the car crash to the rescue, took less than ten minutes.

Could the most skilled mercenaries abroad achieve this?

“Brother He, tie those guys up. I saw a spare tire in your trunk; I need to change the wheel,” Molly said.

"Have you learned it yet?" He Pan remembered that Molly had only been learning car repair for three or four days.

“I’ll give it a try,” Molly said modestly, even though she had already changed the wheels of several trucks on her own.

He Pan didn't know how to do it himself, so he let Molly do whatever she wanted. He found some rope and tied up the three surviving bandits. The bandit with the broken wrist had already lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss.

But He Pan didn't care and continued to tie her up.

After he tied up the robbers, Molly also changed the car wheels.

The two men threw the three surviving bandits into the back seat of He Pan's car, ignoring the dead one.

"Sister-in-law, do you still have the strength to drive?" He Pan wanted to suggest that he drive himself, but his whole body was weak, his hands were limp, and his heart was pounding. In this state, how could he possibly drive?

He Pan felt ashamed; compared to his younger brother and sister-in-law, he was really too incompetent.

“It can be driven,” Molly said, then paused and added apologetically, “I made your car dirty.”

If she doesn't say anything now, He Pan will find out when she gets back, so she might as well take the initiative to speak up.

"It's fine," He Pan said without thinking. He wouldn't mind if the car got dirty or even destroyed.

“It’s blood, so it might be a bit difficult to clean.” Molly thought He Pan might not know how dirty it was, so she mentioned it.

"It's alright. Besides, it wasn't your fault, it was those robbers—"

He Pan's gaze suddenly stopped. He inadvertently glanced at Molly's thigh, where a large bloodstain was visible on her gray pants.

"Sister-in-law, are you injured?" He Pan's heart, which had just settled down, jumped again.

"No. It's menstrual blood."

"......."

On the way back, a faint awkwardness filled the air, and neither of them spoke.

Back at the manor, He Pan first took Molly to the guest room.

“The guest rooms are usually unoccupied, but the cook cleans them occasionally. I’ll go get you a clean bath towel and blanket. Wrap yourself in them after you shower. I’ll call Fengzi and ask him to come pick you up.”

He Pan didn't dare look at Molly while he was speaking, and left in a hurry after he finished.

This room is quite spacious and has a separate bathroom. Hot water is supplied from elsewhere; you just turn on the tap.

Molly took a shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and then put on a blanket.

I didn't feel uncomfortable before, but now I'm noticing a dull, dragging pain in my lower abdomen.

Molly placed a thick layer of tissues under herself, lay down on the bed, covered herself with a blanket, and fell asleep in no time.

On the other side, Ji Hefeng rushed over after receiving the call.

"And her?" Ji Hefeng asked He Pan.

The coldness emanating from him was so intense that He Pan couldn't help but feel a chill. After not seeing his friend for several years, his aura had only grown stronger.

He Pan pointed upstairs, "On the second floor, turn left and it's the first room."

Ji Hefeng lifted his foot and went upstairs.

"Wait a moment, Sha Jin will be here soon. Today's matter—"

"Think for yourself. Don't involve her." Ji Hefeng's tone left no room for negotiation.

He Pan wasn't surprised by his answer at all, and sighed, "Your wife saved my life today, from now on I'll be your slave."

"No need," Ji Hefeng refused. "Just send her a copy whenever you have something nice in the future."

He Pan nodded, "Okay, no problem."

When Ji Hefeng pushed the door open and came in, Molly opened her eyes. She was still alert enough that she wasn't at home.

"Why is your face so pale?" Ji Hefeng frowned, came over and touched Molly's hand, and found that her hand was warm, so she was neither frightened nor cold.

“It’s probably because of blood loss.” Molly sat up, then her face froze, blood flowing beneath her. “I probably made a mess of the bed.”

"It's dirty, so be it. Just throw it away," Ji Hefeng said nonchalantly. He opened the bag he had brought with him, which contained clothes he had hurriedly bought, both inside and out.

He bought the clothes at the Friendship Store. Besides the clothes, he also bought sanitary napkins, which were imported from abroad and supposedly better than menstrual pads. He didn't buy many, as he didn't have enough money on him.

Ji Hefeng held up a sanitary napkin and solemnly taught Molly how to use it. If it weren't for his bright red ears, Molly would have mistaken him for being as calm as he appeared.

"Have you learned it?" Ji Hefeng's throat was dry.

Molly nodded, "I understand."

Ji Hefeng suddenly stood up. "There are still things to take care of downstairs. I'll go downstairs first."

After saying that, he turned and left, fleeing in a panic.

As soon as they went downstairs, Ji Hefeng asked He Pan, "Where are the foreign exchange certificates you have?"

"In the room, what's wrong?" He Pan had more foreign exchange certificates than he could ever use.

"Give them all to me, I need them." The Friendship Store had many novel things, and he wanted to take her there.

"Okay, I'll get it for you right away." He Pan said, heading upstairs.

"No rush, I'll get it later. Besides the foreign exchange certificates, give me some cash as well." Ji Hefeng realized he didn't have any money on him, and Molly probably didn't bring much with her when she went out today.

He Pan readily agreed, "There are quite a few good imported items. I'll give you more coupons and money. Buy whatever your sister-in-law likes. A man should be generous to his wife."

Ji Hefeng rolled her eyes at him. "Do you even need to tell me? Come on, take me to see those three people."

Molly's actions were as swift and decisive as ever, laced with violence.

Ji Hefeng admired her technique.

"Is your sister-in-law a disciple of some master?" He Pan asked in a low voice.

Ji Hefeng's lips twitched. "You can think of it that way."

"Does she have any senior or junior sisters? Would they be willing to be my bodyguards for five hundred yuan a month?" He Pan held up five fingers.

Ji Hefeng earns a little over one hundred yuan a month, but He Pan offers her a salary that is more than Ji Hefeng's.

"No. Her master only took her in as a disciple." Ji Hefeng thought of He Pan's two bodyguards, whose strength was somewhat weak, and said, "Shall I introduce you to a few retired soldiers?"

"That would be perfect." He Pan trusted Ji Hefeng. "Being my bodyguard is dangerous; it could cost me my life. Before you introduce someone, remember to make that clear to them. But the person you introduce will definitely not be as capable as your sister-in-law. I'll give them two hundred a month."

He wants to be as capable as his wife.

Dream on!

He wasn't even sure he could beat Molly.

"Don't worry, I will explain everything clearly and then ask for their consent."

Before the next group of people arrived, Ji Hefeng took Molly and left with the small leather bag that He Pan had given him.

It was still early, so Ji Hefeng drove Molly straight to the Friendship Store.

Upon entering the store, Ji Hefeng first took Molly to buy sanitary napkins, purchasing more than twenty packs.

Molly watched him buy without saying a word. Seeing the saleswoman blush and steal glances at Ji Hefeng, Molly cursed inwardly, "What a womanizer!"

After buying the sanitary napkins, Ji Hefeng said to Molly, "Take a look and see what you like."

He Pan filled his small leather bag with money and tickets, the amount of which was astonishing.

Molly walked around for a while, bought a few sets of underwear, and then stood at the camera counter and wouldn't leave.

"My bad." Ji Hefeng rubbed his temples. He had thought about buying a car and a TV, and those two things were already on their way, but he had completely forgotten to buy a camera. His child was still young, his wife was young and beautiful, and his family was getting old; a camera was absolutely necessary.

Molly didn't understand why Ji Hefeng was apologizing. "Did you run out of money, or did you run out of tickets?"

"We have them all, which one do you want?" Ji Hefeng had used cameras before and knew a bit about various configurations and parameters.

Just as I was about to introduce it to Molly, I saw her point to the most expensive one.

Ji Hefeng smiled indulgently, "A good choice."