"Damn it!"
Before the words had even left He You's lips, a gust of wind swept past him.
When he looked again, Meng Jixi was already gone.
He froze, then immediately turned toward the road.
Meng Jixi was already dragging the boy toward the roadside.
He You's mouth fell open in surprise.
He hadn't even had time to act, and Meng Jixi had already taken care of everything?!
He closed his mouth, a wry smile appearing on his face.
Meng Jixi was, as ever, Meng Jixi.
Just as formidable as He You remembered.
This time, Meng Jixi kept a firm grip on the boy's arm.
No matter how much the boy struggled, he couldn't loosen Meng Jixi's hold by much.
A thin thread of pain ran through his arm.
The boy's already foul mood grew even worse.
"Let go of me!"
The boy shouted.
"Let go of you?"
Meng Jixi sneered.
"So you can go get yourself killed?"
"I'm not trying to get myself killed!"
The boy was furious.
He tried to pry Meng Jixi's hand off his arm with his right hand, his short fingernails scraping across the back of Meng Jixi's hand.
"What else would you call what you just did?"
Meng Jixi's face was impassive.
He paid no attention to the several red marks now on his hand.
"What's going on?"
Another traffic officer walked over to He You.
The boy's actions had just shocked him.
He was also full of questions.
What had happened?
Why had the boy suddenly run off?
Was he trying to avoid paying compensation?
Uh...
That wasn't impossible.
"I don't know."
He You was just as puzzled.
"He seems to be looking for his friend."
"Looking for his friend?"
The officer who had just arrived paused.
"It looks like