The military riot-control vehicle had plenty of horsepower, and its body was incredibly sturdy—even bullets couldn't penetrate it.
On the road, aside from being weaker than a tank, it could ram through ordinary small trucks with ease.
But at that moment, the riot-control vehicle charged straight at Yang Jian like a savage beast. If it hit him, he would die on the spot. There would be no need to send him to the hospital.
However, just then—
The riot-control vehicle suddenly swerved with a bang, crashed into the roadside greenery, and rolled right over it before coming to an abrupt stop.
Bang!
The door opened, and a young man in uniform stepped out, his expression somewhat gloomy.
The current person in charge of Dachang City, Zhao Kaiming.
"Yang Jian, you really have some nerve. The car drove right at you and you didn't even dodge. If I hadn't turned the wheel in time, you might have become the first Ghost Tamer in the world to be run over by a car. Hahaha, I'm just joking. You don't mind, do you?"
After getting out of the car, Zhao Kaiming ignored the case behind him and walked straight toward Yang Jian.
"It's fine. Just run me over if you want. I've always been broad-minded. Someone was just praising me for that quality earlier. Why would I mind if you hit me? After all, once a person dies, everything is over. Things like hatred... they'll be let go."
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, openly hostile toward Zhao Kaiming. Ever since Zhao Kaiming had tried and failed to recruit him before the Huanggang Village incident, he had probably wanted to get rid of him.
For no other reason than that Yang Jian's existence threatened Zhao Kaiming's position as a Ghost Tamer.
"Haha, Yang Jian,