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Huang Paolo flew through the air.

The moment he put force into it, he slammed into an advertising board.

Fuck!

He had misjudged it. His shoulder struck the edge of the advertising board, making him suck in a sharp breath.

Even so, he made sure to land on his back.

He couldn't save an old lady only to crush her to death afterward, could he?

Bang—

After a muffled groan, Huang Paolo felt as though all his internal organs had shifted out of place.

He still forced himself up and asked, "Are you all right?"

The old lady did not answer immediately.

She had probably been frightened badly.

After a few seconds, she made several gestures over her chest and murmured, "God bless us, Kevin bless us, God bless us, Kevin bless us..."

She did not seem hurt, so Huang Paolo tried to stand.

Fortunately.

Other than some pain, there was nothing seriously wrong with him. It was probably just a bruise.

After moving around a little and confirming he was fine, he bent down and helped the old lady onto the sidewalk. He seated her beside a flowerbed and instructed, "I need to check on the other cars. Wait for the police to take you to the hospital for an examination."

In Italy, going to the hospital required an appointment. Minor illnesses often healed before the appointment date even arrived.

But after something like this, they would surely make an exception.

"Fuck!"

Paolo took out his phone, only to find that it had been crushed. He cursed.

He had wanted to call Amelia, but it looked like he would have to wait.

He still wanted to rescue the passengers in the other cars.

But before he had run very far, a patrol car stopped him.

After rolling down the