As Aunt Little Round urgently warned him, Zhang Yuanqing had already heard the faint sound of wind above his head and sensed an unusual movement in the airflow. Without a second thought, he dove to the side.
Bang!
Behind him came the explosive crash of porcelain shattering, accompanied by scattering soil.
After lunging away, Zhang Yuanqing rolled, pressed a palm against the ground, sprang to his feet, steadied himself, and turned back.
What had fallen was a potted plant.
"Fuck!" Seeing the porcelain shards and dirt strewn all over the ground, Zhang Yuanqing blurted out a curse.
If that thing had hit him in the head, even as a Night Wanderer, he would have ended up bloodied and battered. Had it been an ordinary person, they probably would not even have had a chance of rescue—they would have died on the spot.
My bad luck is getting more and more outrageous. At least this morning's car accident made itself obvious and gave me time to react.
His heart sank.
"Beep beep~"
At that moment, the white car nearby honked. Little Round's bright, striking face poked out, and she said flatly:
"Get in!"
Zhang Yuanqing stopped dwelling on the matter of objects being thrown from above and jogged over, climbing into the front passenger seat.
It was currently rush hour, and quite a few residents—mostly middle-aged women and elderly men—were coming and going through the residential complex. Startled by the loud crash of the falling potted plant, they all looked in this direction.
I hope there won't be rumors tomorrow about the retired police chief's grandson hooking up with another rich older woman from society. Zhang Yuanqing silently prayed as he slammed the car door shut.
Little Round stepped on the gas and sped away.
The car did not leave the