After Beating the Game, I Became the Villain BOSS-Chapter 107 - 103: Guarding Dreams

(The two chapters are combined today)

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Lu Ren had been an Inner City Person since childhood, always law-abiding. Although he had witnessed many acts of violence due to chaotic law enforcement, he had never been kidnapped before, and now he was utterly terrified.

However, his mind was sharp, and he immediately realized the truth: "Were you sent by Longtao?!"

The man in black let out a low chuckle, neither admitting nor denying, slapping the contract onto Lu Ren's leg, and taking out the stamp pad and pen: "Less talk, sign it with your fingerprint if you don't want to suffer."

In the dim light, Lu Ren couldn't see what was written on the contract, guessing it was nothing more than a share transfer agreement.

If he signed this contract, he would definitely be squeezed out of Waku Waku by Longtao.

Lu Ren never expected Longtao to resort to such dirty tactics, gritting his teeth, he said: "I won't sign! Have the guts to meet me face to face!"

The man in black grasped Lu Ren's wrist, attempting to control his hand to complete the signature.

"Go away! Get off me!" Lu Ren resisted fiercely, kicking and shouting, making it impossible for the man in black to leave a complete signature.

"Screw your Civilization Crescent!" The man in black swung a punch directly at him.

As the man in black was beating Lu Ren, the driver said in a deep voice: "We've stayed too long. I'll start driving to avoid catching the Sheriff's attention."

The driver started the car and headed toward the Rust Wall District adjacent to the High-Tech Park.

It was late at night, and the Rust Wall District was remote, with no other cars on the road, only this taxi was moving.

The man in black opened the window, grabbing Lu Ren's hair, pressing his head outside.

The fierce wind hit him, and the immense wind pressure almost suffocated Lu Ren.

Man in Black: "Sign or not?!"

Dazed, Lu Ren saw a lamppost approaching ahead.

If his head hit the lamppost at this speed, it wouldn't be a matter of survival; not even an embalmer could piece him back together.

In horror, Lu Ren screamed, frantically trying to retract, but he couldn't match the man in black's strength, his head tightly pressed outside the window.

Man in Black: "Sign or not??!!"

The terrifying pressure made Lu Ren's whole body cold, as if plunged into an ice cellar.

But his childhood dreams had long been etched into his bones through years of struggle, surpassing the fear of death.

He almost screamed out: "I won't sign!!!"

Getting closer...

Getting closer!

The lamppost was almost upon him, the stress of impending death caused Lu Ren to lose control of his bladder, yet he didn't relent.

"I'd rather die than sign!!!!!"

At the critical moment, the man in black yanked Lu Ren back inside.

"Whew—" The lamppost whizzed past outside the window, leaving a brief whooshing sound.

The man in black cursed loudly: "This dog's mouth is really strong, damn it!"

Lu Ren was pale, his whole body trembling, urine dripping continuously from his pants, yet he gritted his teeth and made no sound.

The driver said mildly: "No worries, take him to a deserted place and beat him slowly, or later just chop off his hand, forge a signature, and imprint a fingerprint."

The man in black sneered, gave Lu Ren a slap, neither light nor heavy: "Kid, you asked for this."

The vehicle headed toward an even more remote street.

Just when Lu Ren was still in shock, a beam of high beam light shone from the left side of the window.

"Vroom—" The roar of a motorcycle engine followed.

A motorcycle, speeding at over 200, approached the taxi in an incredibly short time, slowed down, and paralleled it on the left.

The rider had immense arm strength, managing to hold the handlebar with one hand at such speed, the bike not wobbling at all, while giving a thumbs-up to everyone.

He was not wearing a helmet, just a rather comical bullhead cover.

The man in black was stunned: "Who is this guy?"

"Just a lunatic out for midnight racing," the driver said, stepping on the gas to pull away from the motorcycle.

However, just as a third of the vehicle had pulled ahead, the motorcycle began to accelerate again, paralleling the taxi once more.

The driver, uninterested in a race with the motorcycle, simply let go of the gas pedal and gently tapped the brakes, letting the motorcycle pass them.

But who would've thought, as the taxi slowed down, the motorcycle also slowed down, continuing to parallel them, stubbornly staying without moving.

The motorcyclist pointed at the rear seats of the taxi, his mouth opening and closing, but the surrounding wind noise was too loud, coupled with the glass barrier, making it impossible to hear what he was saying.

There was a fork ahead, and everyone's destination was the left turn, but the motorcycle was blocking the left side, preventing them from changing lanes.

The driver turned on the left signal and frantically honked to indicate giving way.

The other party had no intention of giving way, instead gesturing for them to stop, his smile combined with the bullhead cover appearing extremely eerie.

"Courting death? I'll satisfy you!" the driver thought viciously, steering left toward the motorcycle.

"Bang!" The motorcycle failed to dodge, squeezed against the guardrail, losing control and flipping over, with the rider thrown over ten meters, crashing heavily to the ground.

Inside the taxi, the man in black was puzzled: "What's this guy up to?"

Driver: "Who cares, let him sort out his own hospitalization... Holy shit! What's that?!"

Everyone looked in the rearview mirror to see the motorcyclist getting up, not trying to lift the wrecked motorcycle but instead sprinting toward the taxi.

More bizarrely, the motorcyclist's figure in the rearview mirror was enlarging continuously, indicating the distance between them was rapidly decreasing.

The shocked driver glanced at the speedometer, dumbfounded: "I'm going 100 clicks right now! What kind of monster is this guy?!"

Before anyone could respond, the motorcyclist had sprinted up to them.

"Bang!" A fist wrapped in Rigid Bone shattered the rear window.

Su Mo's upper body extended inside, cursing at them loudly: "Hit and run? No manners, huh?!"

"Boom!" He finished with a punch that splattered the man in black's face, squeezing into the back seat.