In the police car.
Chen Ke, who excelled at high-speed chases, was driving.
Han Fei was on the phone with officers at the police station, inquiring about Xu Mo's current location.
"Report Xu Mo's current position."
"He hasn't moved yet. The surveillance shows he just got in the car but hasn't driven off. You're arriving at the perfect time," the officer replied.
Hearing this, Han Fei became excited.
Without hesitation, he grabbed the car's radio.
"Xu Mo is still at the original location and hasn't left yet. Let's block several intersections separately to form a encirclement. We'll surround him and catch him like a fish in a barrel!"
This time, the police mobilized over a dozen cars and several dozen officers.
They even had Chen Ke, skilled in high-speed pursuits, leading the chase.
The chances of catching Xu Mo were very high.
With over a dozen cars blocking the way, Xu Mo wouldn't be able to escape no matter how capable he was.
Unless he could make the car fly!
Of course, that was impossible. A car is a car, not an airplane. How could it possibly fly?
...
Just as he got in the car, before he could drive away,
Xu Mo heard the sound of police sirens approaching from not far away.
And judging by the sound, there were quite a few police cars coming this time, probably around fifteen or twenty.
"Xu Mo, there are police cars, and it sounds like quite a few... Maybe we shouldn't drive. Let's get out and run. There are a lot of people here, it'll be easier to escape by abandoning the car and blending into the crowd than by driving," Zhou Qiaoqiao suggested after hearing the sirens.
Zhou Qiaoqiao's idea wasn't wrong.
The sound of the sirens indicated that quite a few police cars were coming.
Escaping by car was clearly not a good choice; they could easily be surrounded by police cars.
At that point, even with wings, they couldn't escape.
Abandoning the car was actually a good option.
Plus, the pedestrian street was crowded. If they blended in, the police wouldn't be able to easily pinpoint their location.
If this had happened before, Xu Mo would have certainly agreed with Zhou Qiaoqiao.
Abandon the car, blend into the crowd, cause a commotion, and then escape in the chaos.
But now, after Xu Mo had obtained the "Vehicle Master" reward,
He felt that keeping the car was a better choice than abandoning it!
Just fifteen or twenty police cars?
Xu Mo was confident he could outrun them in the car.
"No need. There's no point in abandoning the car. Just fasten your seatbelts, I'll shake them off," Xu Mo said as he fastened his own seatbelt.
It was still the same car, still the same steering wheel.
But thanks to the "Vehicle Master" reward,
Xu Mo suddenly had the feeling he could make the car fly! Even though it was an SUV...
Just as he started the engine, before he could drive off, three police cars came speeding towards him from the front.
Notably, these three cars were driving side by side, completely blocking the not-so-wide road ahead.
Driving forward would mean crashing into these cars.
As for reversing...
Backing up and turning around would take time!
And the officers in these three police cars certainly wouldn't just watch idly as Xu Mo tried to reverse and turn around.
Moreover, judging by the volume of the sirens,
The remaining police cars were likely approaching quickly from other directions.
Clearly, they were trying to block all the exits.
They wanted to trap Xu Mo like a fish in a barrel.
Seeing this, the livestream viewers all felt nervous for Xu Mo.
"Damn, is Xu Mo going to get caught?"
"I don't think he can escape. Han Fei is trying to trap Xu Mo, catch him like a fish in a barrel."
"Xu Mo was too rash. He should have abandoned the car and run earlier. If he had run then, he'd be lost in the crowd by now, and the police wouldn't be able to find him quickly."
"Yeah, driving a car makes him too big a target. What's the point of trying to escape like that?"
"..."
Just when everyone thought Xu Mo was in dire straits,
He suddenly floored the accelerator, heading straight for the three police cars blocking his way.
From his posture, it seemed he was going to forcefully crash through the three cars blocking the road!
Fifty meters...
Thirty meters...
Twenty meters...
Ten meters...
Xu Mo still hadn't stopped.
Not only had he not stopped, but he was accelerating.
Police officers: "???"
Viewers: "???"
He's gone mad, absolutely mad!
You're not even a real fugitive, what's the big deal if you get caught?
Is it worth risking your life?
The officers in the three cars felt their hair stand on end.
Without a word, they opened their doors and jumped out of their cars.
Xu Mo might not care about his life, but they cared about theirs!
At this speed, a head-on collision would be fatal, even with airbags.
Meanwhile,
Zhou Qiaoqiao, Yang Jingxuan, An Youyi, and Li Jiaxin all screamed in unison.
Xu Mo's reckless behavior had truly frightened them.
"Ah!"
"Xu Mo, don't... It's not necessary, really not necessary!"
"We're not real fugitives, even if we're caught we'd just be eliminated from the show, it's not worth risking our lives!"
"Brake, brake! We're about to crash!"
Just as Xu Mo's car was about to crash into the three police cars,
At this critical moment,
Relying on muscle memory, Xu Mo performed a 180-degree drift at extremely high speed.
The sharp sound of tires scraping against the ground suddenly rang out.
Due to the intense friction, smoke rose from where the tires met the ground.
A streak of black tire marks was left on the ground.
Throughout all this, Xu Mo never let go of the accelerator.
The engine remained in high-speed operation.
He forcefully turned around.
The tires briefly lost traction, spinning on the ground for a few rotations.
When the spinning tires regained traction, the car shot straight ahead.
Xu Mo's car was now facing the direction its rear had been pointing before.
This direction wasn't yet blocked by police cars.
Taking advantage of this unblocked path, Xu Mo floored it and sped away.
The livestream viewers were all shocked.
"What the hell!? Is that even a way to turn around??"
"Was Xu Mo an F1 driver before!?"
"It was so close just now, how the hell did he not crash?"
"If this was a sports car pulling off such a maneuver I could accept it, but this is an SUV! Can this thing even drift? And a 180-degree drift on the spot without flipping over??"
"I suspect we've been deceived, this can't be a live stream! This must be pre-recorded! That drift has to be special effects!"
"Watching 'Fast and Furious' is just for fun, for real street racing you gotta watch Xu Mo!"
"..."
It wasn't just the livestream viewers who were dumbfounded.
The police officers who had witnessed Xu Mo's godlike maneuver were equally stunned.
Some officers were even rubbing their eyes,
Thinking they must have been seeing things.
In the car,
"Thrilling!" An Youyi exclaimed, her face flushed with excitement.
"Xu Mo, what exactly do you do? I suspect you've driven F1 before!" Zhou Qiaoqiao looked at Xu Mo, still recovering from the shock.
Before Xu Mo could refute, Li Jiaxin chimed in,
"Forget F1... even F22 pilots don't fly like that!"
...
Chen Ke, who had watched helplessly as Xu Mo escaped, was dumbfounded.
"How the hell did he manage to escape!?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
