When police arrive or leave, they have special privileges and issue warnings to clear the road as quickly as possible. The color and pattern of the signs indicate who is issuing the warning and what level of authority they have. Within one minute of the warning being issued, officers must leave the area where they are in traffic to ensure a smooth and unobstructed road.
This privilege, which should have been reserved for emergencies, was used because Qin Ying wanted to get on his way. As soon as the warning was issued, the vehicles in front of him made way for him.
The vehicle, already building up its power and accelerating, sped off as if taking off, heading headlong towards its destination without restraint. Meanwhile, the drivers who had to make emergency stops on the roadside, causing chaos and damage, watched the familiar vehicle and the high-speed chase.
"Damn, I knew it. In my 30 years of life, I've only heard of police going out to the capital fourteen times. Three of those times were because of this young master. The time before last was a difficult childbirth, the last time was because of this guy, and what is it this time?"
"Wow, uncle, you really dare to say that! How dare you talk about this young master like that? Aren't you afraid that someone will overhear and report you to the authorities?"
"I just took out a loan to buy this car, and you hit me! You have to pay me back!"
"I'm doing this for your own good! If it gets late, regardless of whether that person is alright or not, you'll definitely be going to jail!"
"What happened? Why are you driving on the sidewalk?"
"It's only because this place is spacious! The rule is that you have to give way, do you think I wanted to!"
Complaints are rampant and commonplace. In this city, if any problem arises, the residents can immediately voice their opinions: "That scoundrel is causing trouble again!"
When this privilege was exercised, it naturally attracted the attention of other people besides the residents. The city, which was slowly waking up in the early morning, was now fully awakened by this warning.
"Damn it! What happened? Why is that voice again? Who is it?"
"It's the eldest son of the Qin family! Manager!"
"It's him again?! Forget it... Never mind, tell the person on duty today not to bother with it either, they'll die if they do."
"yes!"
After this initial frightening experience, Qin Ying felt a rapid, noisy commotion. The warning sounds were indeed hard to hear and difficult to block out, but fortunately, a pair of delicate hands helped by massaging and shielding the ears.
"You will be held accountable by the head of the family when you return, young master."
"It's just a weak reprimand. This is Xincheng, the city established by my Qin family. As long as I don't lose power, what can they do if I become a little more arrogant?"
Although... this is not what he wanted. He didn't want it to be this way, but he had no choice. If he could become stronger quietly, he would rather rise higher amidst praise than advance in fear and dread... What kind of Demon King module is this?
The scenery is constantly regressing, and so is the technology. If what was just now could be considered a glimpse of the future, now it feels like going back to the end of the 20th century. The quality of transportation has declined, crowds have increased, and buildings have become shorter and look older.
Whether before or after the apocalypse, the regional disparities caused by wealth and power have not diminished. On the contrary, in a situation where survival depends on concentration, the distinction between inside and outside is as striking as the border between a forest and a desert.
A thick checkpoint separates the inside from the outside, as if to keep prosperity inside and keep poverty out.
Qin Ying's vehicle finally arrived at its destination, outside a kendo dojo in the outer city. The dojo was bustling with activity, and the earlier warning sounds had not disturbed the lively atmosphere.
Three or four circles away, a group of men with fierce faces and red ribbons tied around their arms were holding knives and sticks. Apart from the onlookers who were avoiding them, there were a dozen or so people holding wooden swords and a few real swords staring at each other at the entrance of the kendo dojo, led by a person dressed as the dojo master.
However, in this staring contest, the kendo dojo was clearly at a disadvantage. This was evident from the dozen or so people behind them who were clutching their wounds but still couldn't leave, from the number of people surrounding them, and from the bulge at the waist of the gloomy-looking person on the red silk.
"We're not late."
While the vehicle was parked, Qin Ying looked out the window at the scene with great satisfaction. The show was just beginning, and he had arrived in time to make sure he didn't miss it.
His target was here, or more accurately, the pale-faced, disheveled, dark blue-haired girl in the arms of a woman coughing with her mouth covered in her hand, who was in his line of sight.
Lei Yiyi
"Do you still have the confidence to refuse me now?"
Qin Ying murmured softly, but he wasn't in a hurry to get off the car. The most dangerous moment hadn't arrived yet; he needed to feel more desperate and helpless before he could.
Let the flowers bloom even more brightly.
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