Mountain Collapse

Chen Xu, leaning back in his seat, stirred slightly and raised a finger to press against his twitching right eyelid.

"They say a twitching left eye means wealth, while a twitching right eye means disaster. My right eye keeps twitching—could something be about to happen?"

His gaze swept over the scenery racing backward outside the window. After thinking for a moment, Chen Xu slapped his forehead. "Meatball is going to eat my wallet dry. That really is a disaster."

After parting ways with Elders Chai and Qu, he had directly used Jian Feng's identity to blend onto a bus headed for the next mission site, no longer lingering in the Culture Capital.

Based on this rescue mission, Chen Xu estimated that if he went all out, his strength should now be around... Under normal circumstances, without using any martial arts or Blood-Qi Force, his raw attributes had also firmly entered...

Crack.

Lightning tore across the sky, splitting the night in two.

Moments later, torrential rain poured from the heavens, pattering against the roof of the bus.

The shabbily dressed young man in the front seat began cursing and slammed the window shut with a bang.

"Hey, could you close the window a little more quietly? Don't you know everyone's sleeping?" The middle-aged woman by the window on the other side turned around and shouted at the top of her lungs.

She had only just managed to fall asleep, only to be jolted awake by the sound of the window closing. Her anger was easy to imagine.

That did it. The passengers who had not yet woken up were now awakened by her booming voice as well.

"What, closing my window is somehow your business?" The shabbily dressed young man flicked his multicolored hair and, right in front of the middle-aged