Anticipating Every Possible Turn of Events

At the forest's edge, Tang Bing had been complaining while pounding Fang Ran about having to walk again. When she saw him suddenly freeze and stare off in the distance, she immediately stopped, afraid of disturbing him, and carefully asked:

"Um... what's wrong, Senior?"

"Gourd, did you awaken some kind of jinx ability while I wasn't looking, or a skill that passes your bad luck onto other people?"

Then Fang Ran's words suddenly sped up, his expression returning to the grave urgency from when they had been attacked. Without turning around, he quickly asked her!

"Do you still have the gun I gave you?"

"Huh? Ah! Y-yes, it's in... ah!!!"

But before Tang Bing could finish rummaging through her backpack, the black figure in front of her grabbed her and lifted her up.

With a sweep of his coat, he rushed toward the nearest highway beneath the night sky, carrying her startled cry with him!

A342, a rural highway in England.

A man had only set off at this late hour, irritated because work had delayed him, driving toward a gathering at Brongham's parents' home.

As he complained inwardly about the tedious monotony of living the same way day after day, he found himself wishing he could ask a woman out or simply stay home rather than attend the family gathering ahead.

Then, on the dark road illuminated by his headlights, he suddenly saw a shadow flip over the guardrail and charge into the middle of the road!

A bird!???

Wondering in alarm whether the high-leaping dark figure was a giant crow, he instinctively slammed on the brakes. The very next second—

He felt the rear door being forcibly pulled open, accompanied by the frightened scream of a girl being thrown inside.

A cold gun barrel pressed against the back