Only Took a Santana

Chapter 18 - Only Took Away One Santana

Yao Bing's father, Dongling Auto Company's general manager Yao Donghu, was convinced that Li Bai was the culprit behind his son's madness and erratic behavior. He finally couldn't hold back and secretly sent his subordinates to abduct Li Bai, intending to avenge his son personally. Before one problem could be resolved, another arose. His subordinates suddenly discovered that the police, using Dongling Auto Company's business partners, were secretly investigating the source of smuggled vehicles. They were almost discovered, so to eliminate this unexpected threat, Yao Donghu had to dedicate all his energy to cleaning up and covering their tracks.

"Indeed, we can have some fun for a while!"

Li Bai stood up from the ground, his arms, bound by ropes as thick as his thumb, slowly stretching outwards.

With a series of snapping sounds, the ropes binding him broke one by one under the wide-eyed gaze of the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Tattoo Man, falling to the ground.

"You, who are you?"

The Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Tattoo Man shouted in disbelief.

Everyone else in the warehouse, including the other two men who had been tied up and brought there, looked as if they had seen a ghost.

This wasn't a movie set, nor was it a special effects studio. How could ropes that thick, which weren't made of noodles, break just by shaking his body?

"Qin Lao Er, what kind of rope did you buy? The quality is so poor, it can't even hold a person."

The Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Tattoo Man suddenly took out his anger on his accomplice. If it was just a quality issue with the rope, then it would have been a false alarm. Otherwise, these people might not have been enough for this guy to handle alone.

"No, impossible. This is nylon. I used it to hang things yesterday. It can definitely hold four to five hundred pounds."

Among the fierce-looking men, one with a triangular eye stammered, his face filled with disbelief. Such thick nylon rope, let alone a person, could tie up even a water buffalo securely after several wraps. How could it break like this?

Hearing his accomplice's words, the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Tattoo Man's hair stood on end. Without hesitation, he drew the pistol tucked behind his back and was about to aim it at Li Bai, who had broken free from the ropes.

Suddenly, his vision blurred, and he heard a crisp snap sound. He saw stars and was sent flying outwards.

"Next!"

Li Bai, who had appeared in front of the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Tattoo Man at some unknown time, casually slapped him, sending the two-hundred-pound man flying five to six meters away, crashing heavily onto the ground and leaving him dazed.

A dull thud echoed from the ground, and it trembled slightly.

Although his martial arts cultivation had only recovered twenty percent, the force he generated using his condensed Gang Qi was something ordinary strong men could not resist.

His accomplices were all stunned, unable to react for a long time. How could "The King," who had always commanded respect with his iron fists, be knocked to the ground without even lasting one round?

The Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Tattoo Man struggled to get up, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His teeth rolled on the ground; the slap had knocked out half of his molars.

"Yo! No signal here?"

Li Bai took out his phone. To his surprise, there was no mobile signal. He didn't know if it was a problem with the phone or if there was simply no signal here. He looked at the others.

"Can anyone lend me a phone?"

Even an idiot would understand what this young man wanted to do now. Most of the people working here were desperate criminals who had committed murder. How could they sit idly by and wait for the police to arrest them?

They glanced at the location of the landline phone, then rushed towards Li Bai, shouting.

Besides the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Tattoo Man, who carried a replica pistol, the others could only find daggers, chains, and steel pipes in their haste.

But in front of Li Bai, these were far from enough.

It was like a dozen three-year-old toddlers rushing towards a powerfully built man. The outcome would be without suspense.

Before their various roars could even finish, they turned into shrill screams in an instant.

Having numbers didn't give them any advantage, and rushing forward only led to humiliation. With a series of bangs and clatters, these desperate men sprayed blood mist from their contorted faces, flying back and falling in disarray.

The square-faced man and the portly Boss Cui, who were tied to the ground, were dumbfounded. They hadn't even seen Li Bai's movements clearly before those vicious thugs turned into rolling gourds on the ground.

Nearly twenty people, and not one could fight back. How dare they smuggle things with their lives on the line?

Seeing Li Bai walking towards him and Boss Cui, the square-faced man instinctively asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"

He figured that someone who could easily take down more than a dozen strong men couldn't be an unknown nobody.

"I'm a psychiatrist, specializing in curing all kinds of stubbornness!"

Li Bai kicked his foot, and a dagger sliced past Boss Cui and the square-faced man, cutting their ropes.

He said this with righteous indignation.

Once upon a time, a very, very formidable man, like Don Quixote charging at windmills without hesitation, challenged a psychiatrist. Then, he was brutally subjected to a prefrontal lobotomy by ruthless psychiatrists and could no longer be "formidable."

If that guy had any spirit, he would definitely choose an old Chinese medicine doctor next time.

Only psychiatrists dared to do such things. The prefrontal lobotomy, which had deterred all of humanity for half a century like a nuclear weapon, was only gradually abandoned after the 1970s.

So many heroes and valiant men, reduced to mere jokes.

Psychology is not a modern discipline that has developed in the last hundred years; it has deep roots. Going back more than a hundred years, it was still called philosophy. It can be traced back to the 4th century BC, even older than Confucianism, which was "dismissed the hundred schools and revered only Confucianism."

If these guys, easily subdued by Li Bai, were thrown into the "Ward" of the Seventh People's Hospital, they wouldn't survive two episodes if they didn't behave.

Although Li Bai had honestly told the truth, the two men who had helped each other to get free from their ropes looked at him as if he were trying to fool them.

"Hello, 110? I'd like to report a crime. There's a group of smugglers here, and they've also kidnapped someone. Please send people over quickly. Bring more detectives; they have guns. I don't know the address, but can you check the line number of this phone number through the telecom bureau?"

After calmly finishing the call, Li Bai walked back.

He had originally intended to teach the persistent Yao Family a lesson, but now, it seemed that the entire warehouse full of smuggled cars would be enough to give them a lot of trouble. Moreover, their involvement in kidnapping police officers meant they were completely finished.

Since the police would intervene, Li Bai was happy to see it happen. However, he still had some things to do to minimize his own trouble.

He raised his hand.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!"

Snap!

Just as the smugglers rolling on the ground and Boss Cui looked towards Li Bai, a finger snap echoed, and everyone's minds went hazy for a moment.

When they came to their senses and shook their slightly dizzy heads, Li Bai's figure had already vanished from the warehouse filled with smuggled luxury cars.

With hostages and smugglers present, his presence or absence made little difference. He left directly, and everyone even forgot whether Li Bai had ever been there at all.

The Spiritual Power cultivated through the Maha Bolan Sutra had brought Li Bai's Hypnosis to near perfection, subtly entering the minds of his targets with every gesture.

Although the square-faced man was puzzled as to how he and Boss Cui had untied themselves, and how the smugglers were now lying on the ground like dead dogs, groaning feebly, with no memory of what happened after being brought into the warehouse, he quickly took action. He gathered the scattered weapons, bound the wrists and ankles of the desperate criminals with short ropes, and tied them up like four-legged animals.

Despite some lingering confusion, the square-faced man confirmed one fact: he had cracked a massive smuggling case.

I quietly left,

As quietly as I came;

I waved my sleeve,

Taking nothing but a cloud, and a Santana.

A dusty Santana 2000 drove onto the highway. Li Bai was heading back to Huxi City. Not long after leaving the warehouse, his phone signal returned. Using the electronic map for navigation, he quickly found the route back.

He had no interest in going to the Public Security Bureau for a statement. He just wanted to get home to cook and cultivate, and to keep an eye on that Green Flood Dragon Demoness, fearing she might cause trouble again if he wasn't careful.

After driving on the highway for 15 minutes, a convoy of police cars sped past from the other lane. The last two vehicles were Ford armored police carriers, with "SWAT" printed in white letters on a black background. In the fleeting moment they passed, armed figures could be vaguely seen through the windows.

Li Bai's call had clearly prompted a significant response.