Matt's heart sank.
He knew the Bloody Chariot Gang might not know that he, Steve, and Andrew had saved that Eastern man, but since his Ford sedan had been at the scene, they would not mind interrogating him—using bloody methods to do so.
Matt could already imagine those gangsters unscrupulously using dark methods to torture him and hurt his family and friends.
Even if he stubbornly denied saving that Eastern man, they would not let it go.
Because they had no other leads.
"Get in, Matt. If you want to clear yourself of suspicion, you'd better get in and come with us to the Bloody Chariot Gang headquarters to explain yourself to the boss. Otherwise, I don't know what the Bloody Chariot Gang might do." Seeing that Matt seemed scared stiff, Babulo softened his tone slightly.
Just a student. A couple of scares had already left him dumbfounded.
He sneered inwardly.
"Babulo, I hope what you said is true." Matt's face darkened.
In truth, he had always been a kind person with lofty ideals, someone who wanted to help more people.
After gaining telekinetic powers, he believed even more that he could help more people and prevent them from suffering.
He was an idealist.
Although he vaguely suspected that once he got into the car, he might suffer brutal torture at the hands of the Bloody Chariot Gang, he was still a student and still held some goodwill toward people. He believed that as long as he said he did not know anything, nothing would happen.
Of course, he also vaguely understood that gangsters were not the sort to play by the rules, and that a terrible future might very well await him.
For the moment, he could not imagine what that terrible future would look like.
Having never experienced