Fortunately, Du Jun was calm and collected. At the critical moment, he turned the steering wheel to avoid a collision. When he reached the item list, he carefully avoided it, focusing his attention and trying his best to find patterns among the scattered items.
However, the little girl behind him, who always pretended to be mature for her age, suddenly shouted excitedly, "Cub bear, it's my cub bear!"
Not far away, a brown teddy bear hangs, its inorganic eyes looking down upon all living beings.
The little girl clenched her tiny paws to encourage herself. Yes, she was determined to catch the baby bear and give it a good spanking!
Baby Bear: ...You promised to miss me! Girls' words are deceiving!
Du Jun glanced around quickly and saw the familiar pink ball of yarn next to the teddy bear, followed closely by Liu Juan's carrot-shaped thermos and Ma Guoxu's LCD monitor.
He didn't bother to analyze the purpose of the ball of yarn. After carefully bypassing other 'roadblocks,' he found the best angle and reached out to pull the ball of yarn down.
Cheng Shuang was a poor kid who had never even driven a bumper car. She clumsily and laboriously dodged the scattered gifts, making exaggerated serpentine movements that looked like she could crash into a car at any moment in Liu Juan and Ma Guoxu's eyes, which made people's hearts jump.
The little girl, calm and fearless at that age, half-stood up and grabbed the bear. Just before the car, lacking traction, nearly veered off the track and crashed into the curb, the little girl's knee pushed the steering wheel back onto the track, and she calmly returned to the driver's seat, still holding the teddy bear.
The teddy bear didn't stay in her arms; it appeared in front of the car with a whoosh, standing with its hands on its hips like a bodyguard, exuding an inexplicable aura of being able to hold off ten thousand men.
Cheng Shuang tilted her head and looked at it, her pure black eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Ever since the little girl saved her at several critical moments, Liu Juan had developed an inexplicable trust in her and regarded Cheng Shuang and Du Jun's every move as a standard that needed to be strictly followed. At this moment, she followed the example of the two and unhesitatingly tore off the thermos cup that was still stained with blood.
Although Ma Guoxu was two cars away from her, Liu Juan, mindful of their teammate relationship, turned her head and gave him a brief reminder. She didn't have time to see what would happen next, and her face turned pale as she prepared to deal with the impending crisis.
From the gaps in the dense foliage ahead, more than twenty figures emerged, each wielding a club at least half a meter long. They stood scattered across the three tracks, forming three rows of several rows, each row about five or six meters apart. They stared menacingly at the racing cars that were about to speed by, their eyes filled with hatred and jealousy that were almost overflowing.
Cheng Shuang swallowed hard; not that it was about to overflow, but that it was already overflowing.
Those twenty-odd people had huge eyes, their eyeballs completely protruding from their sockets, and blood vessels were densely packed, giving off a terrifying feeling that anyone who stared at them would die.
Unaware of their own ignorance, they greedily bent over and swung their thorny clubs like vicious tigers.
The participant in car number 1 was caught off guard and was violently swept off, his neck twisted in a circle, and he landed on the hood of the race car of participant number 2, his bloodied and mangled body exposed. His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, and he rolled to the side of the road in the blink of an eye.
However, car number 1 continued to drive as usual, and a figure suddenly appeared in the driver's seat.
Du Jun's pupils contracted. The 'new' owner of car number 1 was holding a wooden stick and cheering excitedly. Du Jun remembered that this man in the blue shirt was one of the participants who had failed to get a car.
In other words, the guys swinging the bats are former participants in the warehouse. Once they knock the people off the vehicle or kill them, they can take their place and regain the right to live.
Huge wooden clubs wrapped in thorns were close at hand, and the figures grinned with wide, fake smiles, eagerly awaiting the next visitor.
The person experiencing car number 2 screamed in terror, frantically turning the steering wheel and even having the urge to try everything to bring the car to a stop.
Like a frightened bird, he frantically scrambled his hands and feet on the ground, trying to stop the car, but no matter how many times the wooden stick fell, the car didn't stop. Not only did it not stop, but his hands and feet were bleeding profusely from the rough pavement. Perhaps the stench of blood was too strong, which spurred the figures standing on the side of the road to swing their sticks even faster…
The screams rang out, sending chills down the spines of those behind.
Car No. 3, which had been slowing down repeatedly, had been overtaken by Du Jun's car No. 4. He was now in front of Cheng Shuang. Seeing the tragic fate of cars No. 1 and No. 2, he cursed loudly in frustration and slammed the steering wheel shut, trying to turn around and drive against traffic to escape this disaster.
Sure enough, the car actually spun around successfully and crashed heavily into Cheng Shuang's car. The figure who had almost hit him with the wooden stick became enraged and swung the stick even more powerfully.
Cheng Shuang was intently observing the distance between each swing of the wooden stick. No matter how violently the person wielding it moved, the only significant change was in the lateral amplitude, with the waist bending forward at a minimum of ninety degrees. They seemed to be programmed with some kind of inability to make a vertical striking motion. If they shrank their heads slightly, perhaps they could find a glimmer of hope when they stood up to raise the stick.
Moreover, the frequency with which each stick figure swings its stick should be rhythmic. The little girl's lips moved slightly as she quickly counted: five, seven, ten, nine...
The number of sofa beds overlaps with the number of sofa beds in areas A to Z, and the third wooden stick figure will pause for a few seconds after swinging ten times.
Because the car was going too fast, it was impossible to verify whether it was true or false. Moreover, the impact of car number 3 knocked her right under a wooden stick.
The little girl didn't care about how graceful her posture was. Taking advantage of her small size and good flexibility, she buried her head like an ostrich in the limited space in front of the driver's seat.
The hurricane-force winds of the swinging stick whipped through her hair, which was a step too slow, and her scalp tingled and throbbed instantly. But thankfully, at least she was still alive, and she hadn't instantly turned into a bald patch.
#Why is my little one bald?#
#This cruel world is making me go bald!#
#BaldGirlAdventuresAcrossTheWorld!#
The thought of that scene filled the little girl with unusual anger as she glared at the third car that was now driving alongside her. This kind of adult who disregards the consequences to save their own life is someone you must always remember; stay away from them to avoid getting involved. The driver of that car, however, was completely terrified and had no idea that his actions had nearly cost someone their life. Perhaps he did realize it, but what did anyone else matter when it came to his own life?
However, it was too late for him to escape now, as the second row of batons was about to fall from the sky.
Worst of all, the collision between the two cars appeared to have a slowing effect.
Frowning, Cheng Shuang dared not share her findings as she had before, for she too had seen through the true nature of the swinger. If she clearly pointed out the flaws in the rules, they might change the swing rules after understanding them. She couldn't take the risk; otherwise, the truth could easily become a deadly lie.
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