A Fiery Father-Son Reunion!

It was past midnight.

On the mountain behind the Glittering Sand Manor.

The night breeze was cool.

"Wake up, wake up."

In a daze, Lynch felt someone pushing him.

No, I want to sleep a little longer, Lisier. Wake me up later...

He waved his hand instinctively.

But the next moment, the young master of the Good Family woke up with a start.

He realized his current situation.

It wasn't on that soft, large bed at the Glittering Sand Manor.

Rather, it was a desperate situation.

An unprecedentedly dangerous situation.

He was captured by that damned Cathay Joker...

Lynch's eyes widened in horror.

"Hi..."

Kang De squatted down in front of him and greeted him with a smile.

To Lynch, that smile was like that of a demon.

He struggled in terror to escape and to scream, but his hands and feet were tightly bound, and his mouth was also firmly gagged, so he couldn't make a sound.

"How does it feel? You've been thrown into a dark, secret passage. Not far away is your family's treasure room. Your father is roaring and shouting inside. As long as he goes into the cave and walks a short distance, he will see you, he will see his beloved son, and you will be saved. You will return to your familiar home and be the young master of the Good Family again, instead of being here, filled with fear, worry, and helplessness."

He laughed and said, "Isn't it ironic? Do you hate your father?"

Lynch was speechless.

His eyes were filled with tears; those beautiful eyes seemed to speak volumes. His pitiful appearance would likely evoke immediate pity in anyone who saw them, even if they didn't know the truth.

"Don't look like that. I won't fall for it. I'll think you're acting. See? Isn't it ironic? You've fooled me, so I won't believe you anymore. It's like the story of the boy who cried wolf. Once is enough. No matter how pitiful you are, it won't help... Oh, by the way, are you very cold?"

He helped Lynch up and asked with a kind expression.

Lynch shook his head frantically.

It's not cold, not cold at all.

That's what he wanted to express.

He didn't think Kang De really cared about him. If it was cold, maybe the next moment, this guy who was always smiling would brand him with a hot iron or something.

But he was wrong.

Kang De actually took out a piece of clothing and draped it over him, carefully wrapping it around his neck.

The clothes were strangely styled, but they were really warm. There were no barbs or poison inside, and Lynch even saw red Flame runes flowing on them. It was an enchanted garment.

"This one has Fire-Warding Enchantment on it, which can Fire Warding damage. After all, I want you to have a complete corpse, otherwise it will be difficult to clean up and identify."

Lynch's body stiffened again.

He trembled uncontrollably, wanting to beg for mercy, but his mouth was gagged, and he couldn't speak.

Kang De pulled him up. "Come on, it's windy here at night. You're still young and growing, so don't catch a chill. Let's go to the car; it's warm there, and there's air conditioning."

After being pulled up, Lynch realized that there was a very large vehicle behind him.

Kang De said it was a chariot, but he didn't see a horse. However, Lynch's intuition told Lynch that this kind of thing could move on its own, just like the iron horse that had pulled him around during the day.

He turned his head casually and froze again.

This is on a mountain.

He knows where he is.

Not far down the mountain is Glittering Sand Manor, where firelight illuminates the area and bonfires burn everywhere.

An excitement flashed in his eyes, and he cried out loudly, as if trying to attract the attention of the people below the mountain, but they were too far away, really too far away, and his voice quickly disappeared into the night wind.

Then he was lifted to the side of the car.

Kang De opened the car door.

The car was quite tall; even an adult would need to use the running boards to get in. He tossed Lynch next to the driver's seat, then climbed in himself and closed the door.

"Here's the driver's cab. This is the kind of truck we use back home. It doesn't need oxen or horses to pull it; it can run on its own. Isn't that amazing? Look here, isn't it very tall? You can even see your house from here, you know? When I was little, I loved cars. I loved sitting in the driver's seat. My favorite was this kind of big truck because it was so tall and big. Sitting on it, you could see very far."

He spoke gently, as if he were genuinely introducing this wondrous modern invention to people from another world.

"Where we live, there are many kinds of cars, including civilian and military vehicles. Civilian cars include large trucks used for transportation with strong carrying capacity, as well as cars for everyday use, called private cars. Private cars also come in many varieties, from very ordinary ones that ordinary people like us can afford, to very expensive ones that only important people like you can afford."

As for this kind...

Kang De smiled and said, "This kind of vehicle is called a tanker truck; as the name suggests, it transports gasoline."

"Gasoline is what cars consume, enabling them to move forward tirelessly and at extremely high speeds. Gasoline is flammable and, under certain circumstances, can easily explode."

"You've definitely never seen a video of a tanker truck explosion. I have, it's amazing."

"And I made him even more powerful, using your magical powers as well as the experience and wisdom that our people have accumulated over time."

"You have no idea how much sugar, laundry detergent, and soap I poured into this. A lot of stuff. I dare say, the value of that stuff could probably buy your entire estate. As for the value and significance of this car itself, it's something people like you could never comprehend in your lifetime."

"I even used your technology, combined with our concepts, and perfectly integrated them. I enchanted it with several spells, one of which is Fire-Warding Enchantment. When it's enchanted on the outer shell, once it starts burning inside, the enchantment will compress, compress, and compress the Flame that are constantly burning and trying to explode."

"Until a violent impact from the outside, until the outer shell can no longer withstand it."

"So awesome."

Did you understand?

Kang De patted Lynch's head, looked at him, and said kindly, "An uncivilized, poor bumpkin?"

Lynch's face turned pale, and the fear on his face intensified.

He understood half of it, but he already knew what Kang De was trying to do.

Kang De sighed, "Before this, I was thinking about how to deal with you, you little brat. Should I throw you into a pile of beggars and let them use your ass? Should I poison you to make you mute, slash your face, cut off your hands, and make you a beggar for the rest of your life? Or should I just drag you into a pulp like I did during the day?"

Lynch's face was covered in sweat; he was clearly very cold, but he was sweating profusely.

"I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't figure out what to do. Then, I thought of something."

Kang De flicked his head and smiled sheepishly, "I'm so sorry, I've been so busy these past few days that I forgot what I said yesterday... oh, the night before last."

"I told your sister I was going to kill your whole family."

He said earnestly, "My mother taught me that I must keep my promises to others."

"I'm a good girl, really. I wasn't before, but I am now. This year, I've listened to her a lot."

"So, I won't do those things. Don't be afraid. I'll only kill your whole family."

"I've arranged everything for you: a tasteful plan, and a way to die that suits you."

Kang De stretched, a look of satisfaction on his face.

It's as if his meticulously crafted play is finally about to premiere.

"I said, Lynch, you know what? Today, I went to your house three times in total."

"Not a single person was killed."

"Not a single fire was set."

"Do you know how much I suffered? I could have gone on a rampage, I could have burned your house down, but I did nothing. I just ran away whenever I saw someone, letting them chase me and beat me up."

Do you know how hard it was for me to hold back and not turn around and kill them?

"All of this is to give your father the wrong impression that I'm causing trouble everywhere and avoiding him, so that he'll think I can't beat him, and that as long as they unite, I can't do anything to them."

"Now they've united."

Kang De smiled as he gazed down at the Glittering Sand Manor.

"That way, we can wipe them all out at once. Otherwise, with so many knights and soldiers scattered throughout the town, how could I possibly kill them one by one? Right?"

Lynch kept twisting his body, whimpering, looking at Kang De with a sorrowful expression, full of pleading, regret, and fear.

"Shh, don't speak, don't speak. We're tying you up so you won't have to talk."

"Since you're so good at talking, I'll make sure you can't speak, can't beg for mercy, can't repent. You'll only be able to live and die whimpering, unable to utter a single word before you die."

Kang De patted him on the shoulder. "Alright, that's about enough. Lynch, let me read you the script. Your part is like this..."

"Soon, this tanker truck will plunge down, and at the same time, the combustion mechanism will kick in. This truck will carry you all the way to your house, crash, and then, boom..."

He created a very, very large artwork with both hands.

Then he said to Lynch, "Oh, right, I forgot to tell you something. Today, I gave your clothes to a little beggar, then sent a letter to your father. When he arrived, I blew the little beggar up in front of him. So, your father thought you were finished and is now very grief-stricken, a parent outliving their child."

"Then, things took a dramatic turn for the better. When he was grieving the loss of his son, if he saw his beloved son speeding home in a tanker truck, catching shrimp all the way... he would surely weep with joy... Ah, such a scene of father and son reunited is truly, so moving."

"Yes, I've decided. You'll be driving this car."

Kang De patted the steering wheel. "This is like the rudder of a ship, called the steering wheel. If you want to see your father, you don't need to worry about it. But if you don't want to see him for the time being, turn the steering wheel. If you turn it to the left, the car will go to the left; if you turn it to the right, the car will go to the right..."

He smiled and said, "Do you understand? I'll let go of your hand in a moment."

"Now, I should start the car."

"This thing is pretty hard to drive. Old Wang taught me twice, but I only got the gist of it. Luckily, I just practiced on my own and didn't forget. Ah, you're really smart."

"Oh, come on, put on your helmet to protect your little head. Even in death, you should have a whole corpse."

He turned the key and started the engine.

A deep, rumbling sound, and the headlights flashed.

Clutch, accelerator, the fully loaded behemoth slowly started moving, heading down the relatively gentle hillside.

Shift gears, accelerate, shift gears, accelerate.

Once the speed was sufficient, Kang De slipped into the passenger seat and untied the ropes binding Lynch's arms.

Lynch's face turned pale, and almost without thinking, he forcefully turned the steering wheel to the left.

However, the steering wheel didn't move an inch.

He used all his strength, pushing hard to the left, then to the right, and even lying down with his whole body.

They didn't move.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Kang De sat beside him, clapping his hands, his body swaying with the bumps of the car. He had a childlike smile on his face as he clapped and shook his head from side to side.

"Slow down and don't rush when turning; keep your foot on the brake; don't push or shove when there are many people or cars; don't get angry or impatient; panic and lose your temper, and it will be too late if an accident occurs..."

Lynch gripped the steering wheel tightly, making muffled noises. He shook the wheel desperately, but to no avail. He stared at the manor getting closer and closer, his eyes growing increasingly desperate, almost to the point of madness.

Kang De slapped him on the head.

"Fool--"

He drew out his laughter and said loudly, "I locked the steering wheel a long time ago!"

Then he opened the passenger door, jumped out, rolled on the ground, and stood up.

The despairing wailing of Lynch echoed in my ears.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the eloquent child remained completely silent.

Kang De watched as the oil tanker, its flames flickering, crashed down the road, overturned, and slammed sideways toward the main building of the Glittering Sand Manor, making a violent impact.

Kang De exclaimed, "Yes—Strike!"

He saw two dazzling lights, one of Dou Qi and one of Magic Power.

The tanker truck, which had already reached its limit, suddenly burst open.

The world lit up for a fleeting moment.

It was as if a sun had risen from the ground.

A massive mushroom cloud rose into the air, and boundless heat waves surged and spread wildly, illuminating the sky and earth, leveling houses, and blowing the surrounding woodlands to the side. Countless flowing Flame scattered in all directions, clinging to anything they could and burning fiercely.

It's like the opening of the sulfur gates, and Hellfire descending upon the world.

The entire Glittering Sand Town was shaking.

People watched in horror as the enormous flames rose into the sky. The roaring shockwave swept through the entire town, blowing off rooftops, stirring up dust, and overturning people on the road. Its terrifying power was boundless.

"I..." Looking at all this, Kang De let out a satisfied sigh, "Damn..."

Gazing at this enormous work of art, he let out a satisfied sigh.

I'm all better.

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PS1: Third update! Four thousand words! That's almost twelve thousand words for today!

PS2: By the way, for those who don't remember, this tanker truck didn't just appear out of thin air. I mentioned in the first few chapters that there was a tanker truck on the main road north of the community. In fact, several key points of this plot were foreshadowed early on, such as the Civilization Tombstone. Heh heh, I'm really good.

PS2: It's a new week. If you enjoy the show, hand over your monthly tickets, your swords, your recommendation votes, and your tips! I'm perfectly justified in doing so now!