Chapter 98

If Yao Shi can't do something, don't be a sour grapes.

"You!"

Yao Shi stared at Milutin with a cold expression on her pretty face.

Sure enough, no matter how many times I look at her, this woman still deserves to be taught a lesson.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Wu Liang burst out laughing when he saw the two bickering.

What? Yao Shi and Milutin are very close friends, aren't they?

He had previously worried that Yao Shi and Milutin wouldn't get along, but it turned out he was overthinking it.

"Young Master, what are you laughing at...?"

"My child!!!"

The woman's shrill scream from the roadside pierced Wu Liang and the others' brains like a sharp awl.

Amidst the gasps of the surrounding crowd, a sharp, piercing screech of brakes rang in Wu Liang's ears.

When Wu Liang turned his head to look at the center of the road, he saw a child who looked to be only four or five years old chasing a ball to the center of the road.

A heavy truck loaded with lime was driving straight toward where the child was.

The driver had clearly pressed the brake pedal all the way down, and the tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground.

Smoke billowed out, and the heavy truck was simply unable to stop in such a short braking distance.

Passersby stared in horror at the child in the middle of the road.

As if they could see blood spilled on the street at any moment, some women closed their eyes in despair.

"Oh no..."

Wu Liang moved instinctively, and made a move to rush towards where the child was.

Yao Shi rushed out immediately from behind, but it was too far from where the child was.

Without using a sprint, even Wu Liang wouldn't have been able to reach the child in such a short time.

"Young master, you are very brave, but I can only apologize in advance."

Suddenly, a gentle yet deep, mature female voice reached my ears.

Before Wu Liang could react, he suddenly felt a lightness on his back, but then a heavy stomp came down on his back.

"Hmm..."

With a muffled groan, Wu Liang felt a strong thrust from behind, almost tripping him.

Just as Wu Liang looked up again, Milutin had already lowered his body and dashed out at full speed...

Chapter Thirty-Eight: A Close Call

"Milutin!!!"

Wu Liang lost his balance and knelt on the ground because of Milutin's earlier stomp on his back.

As Milutin watched the crimson leopard hurtle forward at breakneck speed, his heart leaped into his throat.

Milutin was indeed very fast, and he did indeed burst into amazing speed after using his back as a pedal.

But that's still not enough; it's difficult to maximize speed over such a short distance.

The truck was less than ten meters away from the child. Even if Mirren could get to the child's side, it would probably be too late...

"Young master, please stay here. Milutin will be fine."

A clear, cool female voice brushed past Wu Liang's ears.

Before Wu Liang could even look back, he felt a weight on his shoulder and a fragrant breeze entered his nostrils.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and Yao Shi, dressed in a silver-gray dress, leaped up as lightly as a swallow.

She gently placed her jade-like hand on Wu Liang's shoulder for leverage and jumped, her skirt swirling in the wind like a silver-gray pansy.

With her jet-black eyes fixed on the train rushing past, Yao Shi, who was standing upside down in the air, quickly drew several short blades from the leg pockets inside her thighs.

Yao Shi spun like a top at high speed, using the force to fling out the short blades in her hand one by one.

Bang!

The extremely sharp blade pierced the truck's tires like a silver meteor.

The fin followed closely behind, instantly blasting off the first two tires at the front of the truck.

The daggers, propelled by the blast wave, shot out in all directions, but in the next second, a new blade thrown from Yao Shi's hand intercepted those daggers that had been sent flying into the air.

Suddenly losing its balance, the front of the truck slammed heavily onto the ground, the sparks from the scraping metal blinding everyone.

"It's up to you now, Milutin."

As Yao Shi landed lightly on the ground, she looked at the truck that had begun to slow down and spoke calmly.

Next, it's up to Milutin. If even this can't save him, then there's really nothing we can do.

"They really dare to do that..."

Milutin glanced at the truck that was almost shoulder-to-shoulder with her on the road and said helplessly.

The tires are torn apart using a specially designed short blade, allowing the front of the car to land and increase friction with the ground to slow it down.

That's quite a gamble! Isn't Yao Shi afraid that this will cause the truck to lose control and lead to an even more serious disaster? Does she really trust that truck driver that much?

If the truck driver is startled by the tire blowout and jerks the steering wheel, the truck will inevitably lose its original direction and crash into the crowd on the roadside.

If the truck driver had been less mentally prepared, Yao Shi's gamble-like solution would have caused even greater secondary harm.

"But how should I put it, Yao Shi truly lives up to her reputation as an ace among assassins. She must have already thought of this before she even made her move."

Muttering to himself, Milutin turned his gaze to the driver in the truck's driver's seat.

Although the other person's face was extremely pale and filled with panic and fear.

However, the other person kept their hands firmly on the steering wheel without moving an inch, and their eyes were fixed straight ahead, showing no intention of turning.

"Heh... an interesting girl..."

Milutin grinned and slammed his right leg forward.

The people around only dared to see a bright red figure flash before their eyes.

When they looked back at the center of the road, the crimson figure rushed straight toward the child like a scarlet javelin.

"Look, everyone!!!"

Upon realizing that someone was rushing towards the child, one of the male passersby let out a soprano-like scream.

Click click click click...

The ear-piercing scraping sound caused everyone around to cover their ears.

But at this moment, all the passersby were staring intently at that bright red figure, that dazzling figure like a flame.

"Stop it!!!"

The truck driver's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared with a ferocious expression.

Looking at the child so close to him, he wished he could slam on the brakes.

He absolutely cannot move the steering wheel now; two of the left tires have already blown out. Turning the steering wheel at this time will only cause more casualties.

"It's over."

After seeing the child less than a meter away from him, the driver closed his eyes in despair.

Bang

A faint sound rang out in front of the car.

Just as the truck was about to hit the child, Milutin grabbed him and scrambled to the side.

He held the child tightly in his arms, then crashed heavily to the ground and rolled towards the roadside.

The truck sped past, sparks flying as it scraped the ground, before finally coming to a stop after traveling several more meters.

The truck driver, covered in sweat and still shaken, gripped the steering wheel tightly, feeling as if his hands were frozen in place and he couldn't take them off.

As if glued to the steering wheel, the truck driver was panting heavily, his back already soaked with sweat.

The moment that red-clad soldier rushed out, his heart almost stopped.

"Thank goodness you're alright... thank goodness you're alright..."

It was as thrilling as returning to reality from the brink of death. The truck driver turned off the engine, rested his head on the steering wheel, and muttered to himself.

His hands were trembling uncontrollably; he almost killed someone...

"Oh my god!!"

People around gasped in amazement upon witnessing this almost impossible miracle.

How is this possible? To be able to successfully save that child from that distance is nothing short of a miracle.

They hadn't even seen when the red-haired woman rushed onto the road; by the time they came to their senses, she had already rescued the child.

Just how fast did it get that no one could see it clearly?

"Milutin, how are you?"

Having witnessed Milutin save the child, Wu Liang rushed over from behind.

His face darkened when he saw Milutin rolling on the ground in a disheveled state, his clothes torn in many places.

He pulled off his jacket and quickly walked up.

"Waaaah... Big sister... I'm so sorry... It's all my fault..."

"It's my fault for not listening to Mom. I'm a bad child, sob sob sob, big sister, I'm so sorry..."

The little boy, held in Milutin's arms, cried pitifully as he looked at Milutin, whose face was covered in dust.

It's all his fault for playing around and running into the middle of the road; otherwise, this beautiful young lady wouldn't have gotten hurt because of him.

"You've already made a great impression on your peers by being able to recognize your mistakes in time, little brother. You're already much better than your peers."

"Sister only has some scratches, it's nothing serious, don't cry."

Milutin struggled to her feet and gently patted the little boy's head with her left hand.

Her ruby-like eyes held a deep tenderness, and her gently smiling lips exuded an indescribable beauty.

Unlike the carefree and impulsive Milutin of the past, the current Milutin is more like a gentle older sister comforting her younger brother.

"But sister... you're bleeding..."

The little boy sobbed uncontrollably, not just because he was scared, but more so because he felt guilty.

Seeing the bright red wounds on Milutin's snow-white thighs and arms made him feel extremely distressed.

"Ah, these are just superficial wounds. They may hurt a little, but they are not serious injuries."

Milutin wanted to pull the other person into his arms to offer more comfort.

But the excruciating pain in her right arm made her furrow her brow.

"Don't worry, your sister is fine. Go and see your mother, she must be worried sick."

Despite the pain in her right arm, Milutin gently smiled and pressed her forehead against the little boy's.

He ruffled the little boy's hair vigorously. "Alright, it's about time to go to the young master's place."

She had to hurry back and check on her beloved figurines, otherwise she would be in big trouble if they were stolen.

"Milutin, you're going too far."

Just as Milutin was about to stand up, she suddenly felt a warmth on her body as a jacket was draped over her shoulders.

Wu Liang looked at Milutin with a complicated expression. He had seen Milutin's conversation with the little boy.

At that time, Milutin was completely different from her usual energetic self, and instead became a gentle and kind older sister.