Chapter 256 - Bad Luck Bombs Were Used for the First Time
Just then, a cough sounded nearby.
A middle-aged man approached.
This middle-aged man, who wore glasses and clasped his hands behind his back, made his presence known.
“I noticed earlier that this young man was driving at a high speed,” he remarked.
“It was me who inadvertently collided with this young man.”
“Accidents are a common occurrence when driving. I understand the police are quite busy, so I suggest we handle this through standard procedures without causing any fuss, shall we?”
“You're quite young. As long as you have insurance, you need not worry about bearing any responsibility.”
“As a young man, it's important to own up to your actions. Denial only wastes time for both the police and us, especially when there are many other vehicles waiting,” the bystander added.
“Simply admitting to the collision can quickly resolve the matter, allowing the injured party to receive prompt medical attention. Refusing to do so, however, impedes societal progress.”
Upon hearing this, Su Ming thought, “That's an exaggeration.”
“How am I obstructing societal progress?”
“Should I just quietly hand over money to someone trying to extort me?”
“It doesn't matter whether it's fifty thousand or five hundred million; I have the means.”
“However, those who make their living through extortion will not receive a dime from me.”
Su Ming offered a slight smile, “I'm perfectly calm. I'll fully cooperate with the police investigation.”
Su Ming considered internally, “I'll give you a Truth Pill when the right time comes.”
The traffic officers exchanged glances.
“Mr. Su, could you please move your vehicle to the side and then call emergency services at 120? We'll address the accident shortly.”
Su Ming acknowledged with a nod.
He wasn’t rushed.
Those who profited from extortion typically preyed on the honest and those in a rush.
The more time passed, the more their anxiety grew.
After all, what’s fake cannot be turned real, and what’s real cannot be turned fake.
Su Ming moved his car to the roadside.
They all proceeded to the side of the road, allowing traffic to resume.
Su Ming slipped his hands into his pockets.
He felt something unexpected.
Su Ming paused, surprised.
He took it out for a closer examination.
It was a Bad Luck Bomb!
Why had he brought this along?
Suddenly, it dawned on Su Ming.
Earlier, while handling them, a few Bad Luck Bombs had fallen.
He had picked them up and absentmindedly placed them in his pocket.
Su Ming had been contemplating finding a test subject to experience the effects of the Bad Luck Bomb.
The perfect subject had just emerged.
“These individuals attempted extortion first,” he thought.
“They truly deserve some misfortune.”
With that thought, Su Ming targeted the prone young man and discreetly activated a bomb.
“Ding! Target acquired! Effective!”
Su Ming heard the confirmation alert in his mind and grinned.
At that moment, a stray dog approached from the side.
The dog was quite large, its fur neatly tied up.
Its long fur obscured its vision as it scavenged for food from every trash bin.
Suddenly, a gust of wind stirred.
A soup-filled bag ejected from the garbage hit the young man on his rear.
Attracted by the scent, the dog charged towards the young man.
Meanwhile, everyone around was either snapping photos or engaging in conversation, oblivious to the approaching dog.
The dog raced towards them at breakneck speed.
The dog had been starving for several days.
All that occupied its mind was the thought of food.
It lunged at the plastic bag and devoured it.
In that instant, the young man froze up.
His eyes and mouth gaped open as his face rapidly flushed.
The middle-aged man examined the situation more closely.
“He must be internally injured from a vehicular impact,” he concluded.
The middle-aged man quickly dialed for traffic police and directed them towards the young man.
The young man got to his feet immediately.
He let out a sharp yell.
He knocked the dog to the ground with a slap.
A sizable chunk of flesh was missing from his rear, marked by several deep bite marks.
The stray dog caught a whiff of an enticing scent.
Driven by instinct, it dashed towards the young man.
The young man promptly sprinted away.
A gust of wind plastered a newspaper across the young man's face.
Obscured by the paper, the young man lost his way.
He collided with a utility pole.
The incident left onlookers in shock.
“Wasn't the young man's leg supposed to be broken?”
“How is he able to run so swiftly?”
Su Ming observed the middle-aged man.
In front of the middle-aged man, Su Ming destroyed a bomb.
“It's locked onto its target! It works!”
The middle-aged man stood there, dumbfounded.
Enraged, the middle-aged man charged at the stray dog.
But after just two steps, a branch fell directly onto his head.
The impact accurately struck his head.
Clinging to his head in severe pain, the man grimaced.
Dizzy and blurred vision prevented him from walking straight.
He leaned against a tree to rest momentarily.
Just then, a car whizzed by.
The vehicle skirted the beach nearby.
It flung a mound of dirty water onto the middle-aged man.
His previously clean shirt was now thoroughly soiled.
The middle-aged man swore in response.
Following that, another vehicle raced off.
This car struck a small stone.
The stone, propelled like a missile, hit the man's head.
The man shrieked in agony.
Su Ming looked away.
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