With a teeth-grating sound of tearing metal, the two unconscious police officers were exposed to the air.
The officer driving had been lucky enough to die instantly from a shot to the head, without suffering at all. The one in the passenger seat, however, had blood all over his face, and even his nose had been flattened.
The officer holding the pistol watched in bewilderment as Yang Bo pulled his colleagues from the police car. Gritting his teeth, he put his gun back in its holster.
He helped the officer with the bent arm sit down nearby to wait for an ambulance.
Yang Bo took out a Healing Potion and shoved it straight into that "Voldemort's" mouth, pouring it down in gulp after gulp. The Healing Potion landed a heavy strike, hitting the wound for spectacular effect.
"You... what did you give him to drink?"
The officer felt utterly helpless. He did not dare stop Yang Bo, who clearly looked like someone he should not mess with.
"A Healing Potion. I brewed it myself with great care..."
As he spoke, Yang Bo walked toward the two of them.
"Don't be nervous. I mean you no harm. Otherwise, you would have died the moment you saw me."
They might have been fine if he had said nothing, but those words only made them more nervous.
Yang Bo took another two Healing Potions from his backpack and held them out in his square hand.
"Drink them. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't need to go to all this trouble."
As he spoke, a fit of violent coughing came from behind him. The gravely injured officer from the passenger seat had woken up and was sitting up on the ground in bewilderment, feeling his body in disbelief.
He remembered that agonizing