Suppression from the Van

Two ghastly beams of light appeared at the end of the highway, followed by the roar of an engine and the shrill blast of a horn.

A van that was nearly ready for the scrapyard appeared out of nowhere and drove toward Jiang Qiao.

What was strange was—

It clearly looked slow, as if it might break down by the roadside at any moment. Yet every time he blinked, it would instantly close a huge distance. Jiang Qiao blinked only three or four times before the vehicle had crossed several hundred meters and arrived right in front of him.

At this speed, it might as well have launched itself into the air!

"I'm being disrupted."

Jiang Qiao tried to dodge, but to his astonishment, he found that although his legs were running, he remained rooted in place.

It was as if he were running on a treadmill.

The next moment.

His body shook violently as immense force slammed into him. The battered van crashed into him with brutal force,

"Bang!"

The sudden impact caught Jiang Qiao off guard. After being hit by the vehicle, he immediately lost his balance and flew away, crashing heavily onto the road more than ten meters away.

However, it was not over yet.

The moment his body touched the ground, a force like a road roller suddenly crushed him beneath it.

Wherever it passed.

He felt his body being crushed into fragments, almost reduced to a lump of minced flesh. Amid the sounds of his brain and bones shattering, even his consciousness began to scatter.

"Damn, it hit someone, knocked them down, and then ran them over again... Wouldn't that warrant the death penalty?"

That thought surfaced in Jiang Qiao's mind.

But then.

The van actually shifted into reverse. Without the slightest hesitation, it backed