Miliwen stared at Neo. She truly had not expected such an extreme response after she had pulled over of her own accord.
What had looked like a "car accident" earlier was actually an impact produced by a modified vehicle traveling at top speed with its relevant magic formations activated. It was every bit as powerful as a high-level spell art attack. Even her body might well have been crippled by the collision if she had not dodged in time.
Because this was no longer a car, but a small war machine.
Neo opened the door and got out. First, he walked to the front of the car and carefully inspected the "scratches."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
His heartache was no act. Anyone who knew Neo understood the place this car held in his heart.
Still, even with the same modification budget, there was a clear difference in the results. The other vehicle had been assembled covertly, pieced together through special channels, while Neo's car brought together all his personal connections. The same formation, for example, could vary greatly depending on which formation master laid it out.
That one collision had shown a world of difference. Neo was very satisfied with his beloved car's performance just now.
"This is a downhill stretch. How could you park here? Passing cars could easily suffer brake failure and crash into you, understand?"
A few spurts of the driver's blood shot out from inside the wrecked taxi, as though responding to Neo's criticism.
Neo even bent down to take a look, confirming that the driver had become a pulpy mixture of minced flesh.
Then Neo tried to pry open the completely deformed trunk with his hands.
Miliwen frowned as she watched.
With a click, Neo lifted the trunk lid, revealing a torn hiking backpack, with many