After taking down two blondes, Yan Shouyi turned his gaze to Brother Hua Bi in the drainage ditch.
He walked over slowly, passing the stunned Brother Yang, and crouched beside Brother Hua Bi.
Picking up a twig, he poked at Brother Hua Bi’s clothes and laughed, "Tattoos, huh? Gangster?"
Brother Hua Bi, half his face submerged in sewage, had witnessed Yan Shouyi's brutal actions against the two blondes and was now terrified.
He quickly shook his head and begged for mercy, "No... no, brother, I was wrong, I'll sing for you, okay? Please let me go!"
"You're the leader. Your two subordinates are in such a sorry state, how can you leave without a scratch?" Yan Shouyi questioned.
Brother Hua Bi swallowed and asked weakly, "Can you not hit my face?"
"Sure~"
As Yan Shouyi spoke, he grabbed Brother Hua Bi's tattooed arm and twisted it as if wringing a rope!
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!"
Brother Hua Bi let out a heart-wrenching scream. His tattooed arm was twisted into a knot, his bones shattered into countless pieces!
"Shhh... shhh!"
Yan Shouyi smiled and said to Brother Hua Bi, "In ancient times, thieves would have their hands broken. You stole oil, and I've only disabled one of your arms. Isn't that merciful?"
Brother Hua Bi, fearing that this seemingly harmless, yet inwardly dark young man might do something else, endured the pain and shouted, "Yes, yes!"
"Since I've been so lenient with you, what should you say to me?"
Brother Hua Bi cried, "Thank you! Thank you!!"
"You're welcome."
Yan Shouyi patted Brother Hua Bi on the shoulder, then punched him unconscious.
Ah, it felt good to do a good deed.
After dealing with the three petty thieves, Yan Shouyi stood up and turned to look at Brother Yang.
Brother Yang was already scared stiff.
Even when facing the three thieves, Brother Yang had put his life on the line, not moving an inch from the fuel tank. But now, facing Yan Shouyi, Brother Yang's legs felt weak, and he wished he could hide under the car.
"It's alright now, don't be afraid of them," Yan Shouyi said.
Brother Yang managed a smile that looked worse than crying: Was I afraid of those three petty thieves? I'm afraid of you, big brother!
Petty thieves might wave a knife a few times, but you just twisted someone's arm into a knot!
Yan Shouyi stared at Brother Yang for a while. As his inner demons receded, he realized Brother Yang was afraid of him.
He coughed twice, suppressing the fierce look on his face, and said to Brother Yang, "Sorry, Brother Yang, I have a condition."
Brother Yang quickly shook his head, "You don't have a condition, how could you have a condition?!"
"No, I really have a condition!" Yan Shouyi said with an awkward laugh. "I have dissociative identity disorder. When the dominant personality is in danger, another personality appears to help. But don't worry, I won't lose control under normal circumstances."
Unless I can't help it, Yan Shouyi added in his mind.
Hearing that Yan Shouyi had dissociative identity disorder, Brother Yang gradually calmed down.
If that were the case, it was understandable...
Brother Yang swallowed and asked, "What... what about these three?"
"Call the police?" Yan Shouyi frowned.
His reason had been clouded by his inner demons just now, and he had been a bit too rough with the three petty thieves. Now that he had regained his senses, he felt regret.
In such a small place, someone getting injured was a big deal. If they called the police, they probably wouldn't be able to leave easily.
Moreover, if any eyes from the prestigious sects noticed this, it would be even more troublesome.
"I... let's just leave them and get on our way!" After his fear subsided, Brother Yang also started to think rationally.
Yan Shouyi asked curiously, "Leave them?"
Brother Yang thought guiltily: When you were smashing their heads against the floor and twisting someone's arm into a knot, you didn't seem to consider that, did you?
But he said aloud, "In our line of work, time is money. It's better to avoid trouble. If we call the police, it will delay us for a long time."
"Yes, I support Brother Yang's decision," Yan Shouyi agreed, actually thinking the same thing.
The two got to work, pouring the oil back into the fuel tank, cleaning up the scene, and then drove off.
However, before setting off, Yan Shouyi caught three lonely spirits nearby.
He ordered the three lonely spirits to possess the three petty thieves for the next few days, making them dazed and unable to recall what happened today.
The power of lonely spirits was limited; they could only possess the petty thieves for up to three days. After three days, they would remember everything, but by then, Yan Shouyi and his companion would be long gone.
The car set off again. Brother Yang, too nervous, did not head directly for the highway but chose a mountain road.
The car drove along the winding mountain road, its headlights illuminating swarms of insects by the roadside. As the car passed, the insects vanished instantly.
The car was silent. Brother Yang gripped the steering wheel, sitting upright, occasionally glancing stealthily at Yan Shouyi.
Yan Shouyi sat in the passenger seat, his eyes closed, resting.
Suddenly, he spoke, "Brother Yang..."
Brother Yang flinched, almost driving the car off the cliff.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not a bad person..." Yan Shouyi said helplessly.
Yes, yes, even though you crippled three petty thieves, you're still a good person!
Brother Yang gave a wry smile, "Actually, I knew long ago that you weren't an ordinary person. Who ordinary person would choose to travel out of the city in a truck like this instead of taking a plane or high-speed rail? However, you don't have to tell me your identity or background. I don't want to know anything, I just want to get home safely to my daughter."
Brother Yang, a mere truck driver, had more self-awareness than most people; he didn't pry into things he shouldn't.
However, if Brother Yang continued to be in this state for the next few days, Yan Shouyi would go mad even if Brother Yang didn't.
Therefore, Yan Shouyi had to find an excuse to allay Brother Yang's concerns.
So he sighed and said, "Actually, it's nothing much. I used to fight in underground boxing matches. Later, I got into gambling and borrowed money at high interest rates. Not only did I become a defaulter, but I was also targeted by some big bosses. That's why I can't take planes. I'm traveling with you to avoid my enemies and blend in."
Upon hearing this explanation, Brother Yang suddenly relaxed.
So that's all it was?
I thought you were some high-class assassin, a top-tier killer!
Brother Yang laughed heartily, "Haha! Why are you telling me this? I'm just a long-haul truck driver... However, brother, won't your enemies catch up to us?"
"You don't need to worry about the enemies, they won't find us," Yan Shouyi said with a smile. "Please don't call me brother anymore... My name is Long Feicheng, you can call me Xiao Long."
"Xia... Xiao Long?"
Brother Yang mumbled Long Feicheng's name a few times, and finally, his wariness towards Yan Shouyi completely disappeared.
However, at this moment, Brother Yang glanced at his phone's navigation and suddenly exclaimed, "Aiyo!" His face turned extremely ugly.