Chapter 8
The truck was moving very fast, and it rushed directly to the opposite lane, first hitting a small car and then sliding towards the pedestrians on the roadside. Bai Lang exhaled and shouted, stepped on the ground, and used his flying skill to the fullest, just like a bird flying close to the ground, and flew across the small parking lot in front of the convenience store at high speed. After a tap of his toes, he picked up the three girls who were probably high school students and crashed into the door of a house on the roadside.
This was a typical Japanese-style one-family house, and the gate was smashed by Bai Lang directly - to save people, Bai Lang twisted his body when he grabbed the three girls, and took advantage of the momentum to pull them and use his back to knock open the gate. The tires of the truck screamed, rushed over from the side, smashed the wall of the one-family house, and then stopped.
The front of the car was a mess, and the driver, who looked like he was covered in blood, was also motionless in the cab, but some sounds could be heard. Bai Lang, who had rolled with the three high school girls, climbed up and walked to the messy front of the car. He grabbed the rearview mirror and climbed up a little to look inside. "If we don't get the person out quickly, he might be crushed to death," he thought.
Basically, Bai Lang can be considered a good person. He didn't even have time to think about saving people before his body reacted. And now seeing the driver in this state, even if it meant dragging this person out and giving him a beating, Bai Lang had to save him first. Bai Lang supported the deformed front of the car with both hands, exhaled and shouted, "Ha!" Under his divine power, the deformed and deflated front of the car made a teeth-grinding cracking sound and was forcibly stretched open - just like a hydraulic expander.
Next, Bai Lang dragged out the driver with blood all over his head. After feeling around for a few times, he found that there were no broken bones, but it was hard to say whether his internal organs were ruptured. He laid the man flat on the ground, thought about it and decided not to kick him a few times - he didn't smell any alcohol when he dragged the man, so could it be a vehicle breakdown?
Anyway , the three girls and other people around them - mainly the customers and staff in the convenience store - were watching, some clapped their hands, and the three girls came over and bowed to thank him for saving their lives after they recovered from their shock. However, they couldn't communicate in the same language, so Bai Lang just waved his hand - after all, he had forgotten the English word "it doesn't matter".
The police and the ambulance arrived quite quickly, and the Japanese were not completely indifferent. At least the witnesses were willing to testify when the police questioned them. There was a surveillance camera at the entrance of the convenience store, and some of the footage could have been captured. Bai Lang was of course praised by the team leader, who said, "Well done, but if something happens to you next time, I'll be in trouble." That was true, but Bai Lang was not interested in talking nonsense with such a guy. He was just recalling his actions. "This is also part of martial arts practice. If this car was replaced by a human, with such momentum and power, was my response timely?"
Looking back now, his response just now seemed to be flawless, and his special skill of Flying on the Grass was performed very normally - however, Bai Lang glanced at the surveillance camera at the entrance of the convenience store, "What if this thing recorded the entire process of me performing Flying on the Grass?" Looking at the direction of the camera, it is very likely that it was recorded, except for the moment when he kicked his legs for the first time.
Thinking about it carefully, there was really no other way - erase the surveillance? Bai Lang didn't have the ability to do that now, and he felt that it was just saving people, so even if he exposed his martial arts, it wouldn't matter - his martial arts skills wouldn't be able to stop guns at the moment, even if he moved very fast and ordinary people didn't have time to aim, but dodging bullets? Sorry, he really couldn't do it, and his body couldn't stop it either.
"I just don't know how powerful this bullet is. It's a pity that I can't try it easily, otherwise I can know to what extent I can resist it." Bai Lang was also daydreaming. The police came over and saluted him, thanking him for his timely rescue of the high school girl and the driver. You know, if someone died, they would be in trouble. However, it was impossible to see the surveillance at the time, and it still had to be taken back to the police station for registration. Bai Lang and the three girls just let the police make a simple record at the scene - because it was obvious now that this accident had nothing to do with them.
After Bai Lang left his passport number, it was the three high school girls who repeatedly wanted to know his contact information - poor Bai Lang only had a mobile phone number, and it seemed that these girls did not have domestic WeChat and QQ, and the LINE they used could not be downloaded or logged into on Bai Lang's phone - it was because he only had international roaming and not a Japanese card.
So Bai Lang could only leave his email address - this was the only thing he kept remembering. He hadn't been able to use it for more than three years after crossing over, and he almost forgot it. Fortunately, there was a record on his phone. And what the girls said to him was only understood by the translation software on his phone. Although the team leader wanted to come over to translate, he gave up after looking at the situation. "Those girls are flirting with men, so I won't help them."
Having just come back from the brink of death, it seems that it can effectively stimulate women's psychological activities. The Broken Bridge Effect is very effective and scientific. However, Bai Lang really didn't think about this. He just thought that the other party was enthusiastic to thank him for saving his life, but Bai Lang was really embarrassed. He was taught since he was a child that this is what he should do, and he doesn't expect others to repay him. "Besides, how can I repay the life-saving grace? It's not good to be too high or too low. I might as well be noble and say that if I encounter similar things in the future, I hope you can also work hard to help others."
The other party surrounded him and asked him if the action he had just done to save the man was "Chinese martial arts". Nowadays, Chinese martial arts novels are not something that has never been heard of in Japan. The only explanation for Bai Lang crossing this distance in just a few seconds is "martial arts". It is probably not possible to sprint by running. Surrounded by three pairs of admiring eyes, even Bai Lang felt a little light-headed - he usually practices martial arts, and he has never felt so surrounded by women. But he still didn't say anything, just dealing with it.
Finally, the three girls left. Bai Lang finally refused their request to go to his hotel room to continue chatting. Apart from anything else, this tour group had two people in a room, and there was another tour member... Bai Lang returned to the hotel with the other members of the tour group. The questions they asked him were much simpler. "You know martial arts, right? Was that Qinggong just now? It must be!"
