Chapter 12: Battle Of Apotheosis, Irritable Driver
The sun hung high in the sky, and the air was filled with the smell of cheap perfume, sweat, and secretly lit cigarettes mixed together, along with the smacking sounds of couples kissing, of course.
Slightly impolite.
Never underestimate America’s students. Even though they are just a group of boys and maidens, dating early has long become the norm at this stage of life for them.
Corner.
Three boys wearing baggy pants were leaning obliquely against the wall, looking like delinquent youths. The leading eldest brother was discussing with his younger brother where to go to a bar for dancing after school.
This is America.
As long as they are fourteen… they have already learned many bad habits. For America’s campuses, there are many such school bullies; they are generally prominent figures in various schools.
The kind ordinary people avoid.
However.
Ian, however, passed by this group without glancing sideways.
“Yo, Ian!”
The leading eldest brother suddenly looked up, grinned, straightened his clothes, and swaggered toward Ian, pulling out several crumpled banknotes from his pocket.
“Same old rules, tutoring fee, right, tutoring fee. Next month, you have to make my father feel that my grades are steadily improving bit by bit.”
The leading eldest brother handed it over to Ian.
Showing a humble attitude completely different from when facing others.
“Okay.”
Ian stopped, took the money, and deftly flicked it open with his fingertips.
“However, your tutoring fee is ten short.”
He said calmly.
“Damn, you’re good at arithmetic.” The leading eldest brother, seeing he couldn’t successfully play his little trick, speechlessly pulled out a few more banknotes from his pocket and slapped them onto Ian’s open hand.
Then he turned and walked back to his little group.
As if nothing had happened.
Ian’s departing figure was very ordinary, but the few younger brothers did not mock their eldest brother’s attitude toward this boy. After all, they were all from this school and naturally knew the legend of this school.
Or rather, the legend of the entire Metropolis.
Once upon a time.
Ian had also encountered some bad school bullying.
However, he used only half an hour to successfully defend his rights with the law, sending both the bully and the bully’s mother to prison together.
Although nothing had happened with the old woman, who told the old woman to try to lay hands on Ian? If someone bullied Ian, Ian would naturally use the legal iron fist.
What reputation?
That doesn’t matter.
Even Clark didn’t doubt him.
Because what he said was all true, just not the complete truth.
And the tearful description in front of the jury was his one battle to godhood. After that, even the school’s top dog spoke to him politely, not daring to show the slightest threat.
Especially after Ian grew more and more handsome, no one dared to bet on the fidelity of their female relatives. For this reason, the classmates Ian encountered at school were all friendly.
“I need to strengthen my body.”
Out of school.
Ian didn’t choose to go home first but planned to go to the gym that Jonathan often mentioned to work out. Since he only knew the name of the gym, he gritted his teeth and took a taxi.
“Where to?”
The driver was a scruffy middle-aged man, tall and sturdy, with hard facial contours and a slightly hoarse voice, giving a sense of having experienced much.
Ian stowed his backpack and immediately responded, “Hello, I’m going to Big Muscle Domination Club. If I remember correctly, it should be not far in the nearby block.”
This was clearly to prevent the driver from taking a detour. In terms of expertise in this area, Metropolis taxi drivers were second only to those in neighboring Gotham City.
“Mm.”
The driver was a man of few words, didn’t ask much, silently started the meter, and set off. The car drove very steadily. Ian leaned against the car window, unconsciously rubbing the pendant on his chest with his fingers.
He was already starting to feel a bit of fatigue, just unsure when he could gain experience. Just as Ian was wondering if he could gain general skills through fitness.
“Ding ding ding~”
While driving steadily, a phone ringtone suddenly sounded from the driver. The driver kept his eyes forward and pulled out his mobile phone to answer the call.
“Hey, I’m picking up a passenger.”
“Right now, immediately?”
“What do you mean if I don’t come you’re going to die?”
The driver’s expression changed, and his style changed too. His previously steady driving style suddenly switched, and he floored the accelerator, nearly stomping right through the fuel tank.
“Vroom~”
The engine was screaming.
The taxi shot out like a cannonball.
Corners… he even drifted directly. Ian felt his head shaking under his skull. He generally wouldn’t panic, but this situation was clearly not normal.
“This isn’t Los Santos! Can you slow down a bit!” Ian’s gaze turned to the dashboard, he swallowed, and the needle had already broken past 180.
To his reminder.
The driver turned a deaf ear, gripping the steering wheel with one hand while frantically redialing the phone with the other.
“Pick up! Are you still alive?!”
No answer.
The driver simply turned on voicemail.
“Hold on! I’m almost there!”
He shouted anxiously into the phone.
And at that moment.
“I know you have something urgent, but please don’t rush first.”
Ian’s voice sounded.
“Holy crap!”
The driver noticed a small head had somehow come up beside him. He was very startled and nearly drove straight into a roadside fast food joint.
Fortunately, his driving skills were impressive, and he managed to control the car in time.
“What the hell is going on with you!?”
The driver’s eyes couldn’t leave the front, but he wanted to turn and see how Ian’s head had gotten there. Could it be that he encountered some ghost in broad daylight!
“Really, I can get out now. Just stop the car; it definitely won’t delay you too long.” Ian gently spoke while grabbing the guardrail he had bent with both hands.
“Master, brake up ahead, really, brake for me. As long as the speed slows down, I can jump out myself.” In any case, Ian was really backing down.
No choice.
The speedometer on the dashboard was about to break 220.
Although he had no driver’s license, he knew that at this speed, even with the strength of a berserker, he could feel the stimulation brought by Speed and Passion 19. He didn’t want to become tomorrow’s headline news along with the driver.
This wasn’t the origin story Ian wanted.
Nor was it the background information he wanted to fill in on the heaven entry form.
“Uh, if I may ask boldly, is this the handbrake?”
Ian’s question rang out again. This wasn’t because Ian wanted to pull the handbrake, but he hoped this would scare the driver, so the driver might choose to stop voluntarily.
“Ah? What are you trying to do?”
The driver was indeed quite frightened. He couldn’t help it anymore; while watching the road ahead, he desperately protected the handbrake and frequently glanced back at the rear.
There, Ian’s whole body was squeezing forward, the not-thin partition tube deforming wildly. His arm was also deforming and bleeding, but the youth seemed completely unconcerned.
His direct gaze seemed locked on the car’s handbrake.
“!!!???”
Such an outrageous scene.
It truly shocked the driver into dumbfounded silence.
“Damn! There’s a dirty thing!” The driver swallowed, feeling his scalp tingling. He now rather wished he had hit a ghost in broad daylight.
Ghosts were scarier than madmen.
And clearly scarier than madmen was a heaven-defying madman like a ghost.
