245: Back in the park

Wang Teng's hand was still suspended in mid-air, the residual heat of his threat seemingly yet to dissipate.

The Driver Uncle, however, had gone completely silent. Only his chest heaved violently as he gasped for air, looking like he had just been fished out of the water.

The bus was moving.

No, it wasn't moving.

It was bouncing.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

Once, twice, and again.

Dull, heavy thuds came from beneath the bus, accompanied by an ear-grating metallic resonance that rhythmically jolted everyone inside the cabin.

This wasn't the smooth rolling of wheels; it was a savage jolting driven by pure brute force.

Wang Qingxuan's body instinctively bobbed up and down with the jolts, even though the interior of the bus was actually quite stable.

Despite being accustomed to grand spectacles, she was currently a bit dazed.

Using Professionalss to hoist a bus and run away?

What kind of maneuver was this?

Was this a solution a normal human being could come up with?

She stole a glance at Lin Yu beside her.

Lin Yu remained in the same posture, leaning against the window, watching the night scenery fly past.

Except, he wasn't looking at the scenery.

He was looking at the legs carrying the bus as they sprinted.

Those faces flushed red from extreme exertion, those bulging veins, and those perfectly synchronized strides.

Professionals.

Too Professionals.

When it came to using absolute strength to perform bizarre and exhausting tasks, these corporate guys were indeed experts.

Even ten of himself wouldn't have thought of this approach.

Lin Yu even felt a hint of admiration for Wang Teng.

Li Mo still had his head lowered, his shoulders twitching slightly in rhythm with the jolts. It wasn't that he hadn't seen similar scenes before, but seeing someone of equal or even higher rank than himself doing this made him find it quite amusing.

This was the Boss.

The Boss didn't even have to do anything.

He just needed to exist.

He could make these once-lofty enemies please him in the most humble, ridiculous, and frantic ways.

How fortunate.

The only person in the cabin who was still completely out of the loop was the Driver Uncle.

His worldview had been repeatedly crushed tonight and then haphazardly pieced back together.

He looked out the window.

The familiar street scenes were flying backward at an unprecedented speed.

It was faster than if he had floored the accelerator!

He looked down at his feet; they were twenty centimeters away from the gas pedal.

He looked at his hands again, which were tightly gripping the useless steering wheel.

A massive sense of absurdity, mixed with boundless fear, completely swallowed him.

The... the bus was really being carried by people!

These Strength-type Professionalss were startlingly fast.

The heavy bus on their shoulders was as light as a cardboard box.

In just over ten minutes.

Thud—

The final heavy footstep landed.

Clang!

With a loud bang, the entire bus chassis suddenly sank. The four tires regained contact with the solid ground, letting out an overburdened groan.

The bus stopped.

The surroundings instantly fell silent.

There was only the Driver Uncle's heavy breathing and the occasional soft rolling sound of potion bottles scattered on the floor.

"Are... are we here?"

The Driver Uncle tremulously forced out those three words as he looked out through the front windshield.

Then, his entire body froze.

Before him was not some desolate wilderness.

Instead, it was a massive complex of buildings filled with a sense of futurism and technology.

A giant alloy dome reflected a cold glow under the night sky. Skyscrapers hundreds of meters tall pierced the clouds, their facades shimmering with vibrant, giant holographic projections.

And above the most prominent main entrance of that building complex, four massive and formidable emblems radiated a cold metallic luster.

The great shield of Panshi Biology.

The wings of Fengxing Technology.

The gear of Juli Group.

The cloud patterns of Qingyun Pharmaceutical.

The Four Major Pharmaceutical Companies!

Is this... "Inside... the Qingpu... Qingpu Industrial Park?"

The Driver Uncle's lips trembled as he squeezed these words out from between his teeth.

He was going crazy.

He was truly going insane.

Of all the places to come, why here?

This was the largest production, R&D, and security center for the Four Major Pharmaceutical Companies in all of Linzhou, and even the entire Southeast region!

This wasn't a commercial district or an office building!

This was a fortress!

The news said that the security system here used a "Skynet-level" system on par with the military; even a mosquito flying in could have its gender identified!

The resident security personnel here were all elite combat Professionalss, numbering more than a full regiment!

He had a distant cousin who was a rare Support Professional. When he applied for a logistics post here, his ancestry for eighteen generations was thoroughly investigated, and in the end, he was rejected because his Spiritual Power rating was 0.1 points short!

In the perception of ordinary people in Linzhou, this place was a forbidden zone!

It was the kind of place where if you drove past, the GPS would warn you: "Highly restricted area ahead, do not linger, please pass through quickly!"

And yet?

This group of people hijacked his bus, drove that seemingly powerful old man crazy, and then... were carried all the way to the doorstep of the Four Major Companies' nest?

What did they want to do?

What on earth did they want to do!

You could have gone to rob a bank instead!!!

"No... don't... I don't want to die..."

The Driver Uncle completely broke down. He lunged toward the bus door, pounding on it frantically. "Let me out! I beg you, let me out! I didn't see anything! I don't know anything!"

Wang Teng didn't even reach out again.

He simply turned around and glanced at the Driver Uncle with the calm posture of one looking at a dead man.

That glance contained no killing intent or threat.

Only a pure indifference from the top of the food chain.

Having returned to his own territory, Wang Teng naturally became even more unscrupulous.

"Ugh..."

All of the Driver Uncle's cries and struggles were instantly cut off in his throat.

He was like a chicken being strangled by the neck; his body froze, and only his chest continued to heave instinctively.

He didn't dare move anymore.

Old Shi slowly stood up straight.

He didn't look at anyone, nor did he say another word.

He just bent down and, with those hands that were still slightly trembling, began to pick up the storage rings and potion bottles scattered on the floor one by one.

His movements were slow but incredibly solemn.

It was as if he were tidying up the offerings for a sacred ritual.

President Shi and Wang Teng wanted to step forward to help, but they were stopped by a gesture from him.

Just like that, in front of everyone, he gathered every single one of those countless storage rings and neatly arranged every last one of those rolled-away potion bottles.

Finally, holding that very first storage ring that served as a "sample" in both hands, he walked up to Lin Yu.

He lowered his head deeply and handed the ring over.

"President Lin, returned to its original owner."

Lin Yu withdrew his gaze from outside the window, landing it on the ring, and then moved it to Old Shi's aged and respectful face.

He waved his hand.

"You keep it."