Chapter 1082: Good People Get Good Rewards

PS: The chapter from two days ago was banned and is currently being applied for unbanning.

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Killing one person is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand is a hero.

Slaughtering nine million is the hero among heroes.

It sounds very powerful, but in fact, killing is very tiring, and it is impossible to kill nine million people by one's own strength.

Miss Luo Quan wants to fill the proficiency of the skill, which certainly doesn't require killing, but it also requires defeating more than 100,000 opponents.

And the Fierce Tiger Climbing the Mountain is a killing technique in the true sense. If it is not an extreme situation, it must not be used on Earth.

Even if it is taken to exchange with experts in the Universe, one must consider whether they can withstand this matter.

And just winning one game or even ten games doesn't have much effect, at least a thousand games to see some results.

Miss Luo Quan just thinks about it and feels a headache. This is simply an impossible task, unless she can be popular and draw five designated attribute improvement cards in a row.

However, the reality is that she has used less than ten designated attribute improvement cards so far, which shows how rare this thing is.

"Sure enough, this heaven-defying attribute of instant kill is indeed very difficult to get. By the way, is there any shortcut?"

Facing the question, the system that can always give Miss Luo Quan a satisfactory answer has no move this time:

"The characteristic of this skill is that practice makes perfect. It must be piled up with one real battle after another. There is no shortcut."

"However, this is the simplest upgrade type. Some skills even require various extraordinary materials to upgrade, which cannot be found on Earth at all."

"So, is my luck not bad?" Miss Luo Quan chuckled.

"It depends on how you understand it. If you are a butcher, this skill can quickly fill the proficiency. After all, it doesn't limit the opponent's level. As long as it is a person, it can count as progress plus one."

The system's answer made Miss Luo Quan's back feel cold: "Don't mention this kind of thought in the future. I don't want to use this method even if I want to become stronger!"

Hearing the host's accusation, the system stopped talking.

As for this Fierce Tiger Climbing the Mountain, after Miss Luo Quan mastered it, she also raised the proficiency of Bajiquan from Advanced to Entering the Hall.

Since arriving in the Universe, she hasn't used Bajiquan much.

Now looking back, she found that many of its moves still have considerable practical value. If combined with her strange power, it should be able to cause considerable damage to the enemy. She has to study it carefully later.

The next day, in order to let her family, who hadn't tasted her cooking for a while, eat a good meal, Miss Luo Quan got up early and went to the supermarket to buy a lot of fresh ingredients.

I don't know if the property management of the community has changed. Now the quality of the ingredients they buy on their behalf is not as good as before, but the price has risen a bit.

In the past, for the sake of convenience, it didn't matter if it was expensive, after all, they were high-end ingredients.

But now there is a clear decline in quality, Miss Luo Quan certainly doesn'

Anyway, since I'm idle at home, I might as well go out for a stroll.

Who knew that this stroll would lead to trouble.

It was a beautiful, sunny day, and Miss Luo Quan was driving along the road outside the supermarket, slowing down while observing if there were any open-air parking spaces left.

Just as she parked, she heard a cry of alarm from outside the window; looking up, she discovered a black BMW speeding toward the pedestrian crossing on the opposite side.

If it were allowed to rush onto it, that would be disastrous!

Almost without thinking, Miss Luo Quan stepped on the accelerator and drove up to block it.

She was driving the flagship model of the Nikola company today, and its zero-to-hundred acceleration was even more impressive than a sports car.

Miss Luo Quan stepped on the accelerator with enough force to kick through a steel plate, and the electric car, just like its model name, shot out and positioned itself directly across the pedestrian crossing on the opposite side.

With a loud "Bang," the front of the BMW was deeply embedded into the driver's seat of the electric car, and the entire door was deformed by the impact.

Soon, the passersby, having regained their composure, immediately dialed the police and emergency services.

The BMW driver stumbled out of the car, waving a kitchen knife in his hand; it was clear he had come to take revenge on society.

The surrounding passersby grabbed stools and began to confront him.

Soon, a brave man sneaked up from behind and struck the man's hand with a stool.

Once the knife hit the ground, the onlookers swarmed forward and began a righteous group beating.

The man, being pummeled by stools, immediately began to beg for mercy, but the crowd was in the middle of a frenzy and couldn't stop.

Consequently, the man soon went silent.

At the same moment, Miss Luo Quan was considering whether she should inflict some wounds on herself.

Stepping on the gas to save people was an instinctive act, but how was she to explain to everyone that she was completely unscathed after saving them?

Miss Luo Quan, who had to curl into a ball because the driver's seat had deformed, began to seriously consider this problem.

No, just curling up inside waiting for rescue was simply too shocking.

When the rescue workers used electric saws to cut the car open, they would discover that she, who should have at least been seriously injured, was perfectly fine.

Such a miracle of life would likely explode onto the trending searches both domestically and abroad.

Miss Luo Quan thought about it and decided she should get out first.

Moving to the passenger seat before the collision occurred, and having nothing wrong other than feeling a bit dizzy—this excuse sounded quite reasonable.

No sooner said than done, Miss Luo Quan unbuckled her seatbelt, pried the deformed door open as if it were tofu, and then, fully utilizing her body's flexibility, began to crawl toward the passenger seat.

Although her body was now indestructible, the clothes she was wearing were not made of Universal materials.

Therefore, her top was soon torn with several large holes.

Fortunately, she had a coat in the back seat, otherwise, she really would have had a wardrobe malfunction this time.

Just as the crowd outside was busy hammering the perpetrator, Miss Luo Quan successfully moved her body to the passenger seat.

Pulling the coat from the back seat, Miss Luo Quan wrapped her upper body tightly before opening the right-side door and getting out.

"Everyone, come and give me a hand, someone is coming out of the passenger seat!"

To maintain privacy, the windows of Miss Luo Quan's car were tinted, so the situation inside could not be seen from the outside.

Therefore, the onlookers didn't know how many people were inside, assuming there was one in the driver's seat and one in the passenger seat.

"How is your husband? Is he still alive?"

Concerned onlookers quickly gathered around to offer comfort, their faces full of care and sympathy.

This electric car driver was truly brave, using their own body to block a BMW, disregarding their own safety; such a spirit of self-sacrifice was truly moving.

However, moving as it was, the left side of the car was crushed inward, and one could imagine the driver's situation was likely dire.

"I am the driver, I'm fine."

Miss Luo Quan adjusted her sunglasses and was wearing a mask, so no one recognized her.

"You're the driver?" The surrounding crowd was shocked. "Then how did you get out? The driver's seat is crushed like that."

"I moved to the passenger seat before I drove the car onto the sidewalk. I guess I was just lucky, so I didn't get hurt, just a bit dizzy."

As Miss Luo Quan spoke, she pretended to feel unwell and sat down by the side of the road.

"It must be a concussion!" a passerby said decisively, as if they were a veteran doctor of many years.

"The ambulance will be here soon, just hold on for a bit," a young man shouted.

Miss Luo Quan glanced at the perpetrator, who was lying there like a dead dog, and felt he probably needed the ambulance more than she did.

"Merciful Father, I have fallen into a kingdom where sins cannot be seen..."

Her phone rang; Miss Luo Quan took it out and saw it was Wen Xia calling.

"Hey, Miss Luo Quan, where are you right now?" Wen Xia's voice sounded a bit nervous. "I just saw the news saying a BMW and a Nikola collided outside the Oriental Supermarket. That wouldn't be your car, would it?"

"Damn, does news spread this fast?" Miss Luo Quan was surprised by the speed of information dissemination.

It hadn't even been ten minutes, and Wen Xia already knew; that was a bit too fast.

"So it really was you who got hit? Why weren't you more careful?"

Miss Luo Quan curled her lips: "Shouldn't your first sentence be asking if I'm okay?"

"With your defense, even bullets can't pierce you, so what's a mere BMW?" Wen Xia chuckled. "Come back as soon as you're done; I'm hungry."

"Damn, do you know I just performed a heroic act, and that's all the reaction I get?" Miss Luo Quan felt a bit stifled.

"Do you want me to send you a banner for a year?" Wen Xia thought Miss Luo Quan was just joking. "Don't go out if you don't have to in the future; you're making people worried sick."

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

"How is it? Is she okay?" Gao Liang asked with a smile after seeing Wen Xia finish her call with his sister.

When they saw the news earlier, they guessed it might be Miss Luo Quan's car.

Upon hearing about a serious car accident, Wen Xia had been very worried, but Gao Liang was not nervous at all.

He knew his sister's strength all too well; after all, he had witnessed her reach the pinnacle of the Europa Warriors. That kind of strength was no longer something a mere car could deal with.

Even a king-level dump truck couldn't withstand the edge of Excalibur.

Therefore, Gao Liang wasn't worried at all that his sister would be in danger.

As for Wen Xia, she only finally felt at ease after Miss Luo Quan answered the phone.

As for Miss Luo Quan herself, going home in the short term was definitely out of the question.

Soon, doctors and police arrived; the perpetrator, who had been beaten into a pulp, was sent to the hospital for treatment, while Miss Luo Quan went to the police station to give a statement...

"You said you saw the BMW rush onto the sidewalk, so you drove up to block him.

Then, before the collision, you moved to the passenger seat, and in the end, you didn't have any injuries?"

The officer repeated the sequence of events Miss Luo Quan had described, then scratched his head after finishing: "How does this sound like watching a movie?"

"Life is like a play, Officer. As the old saying goes, good people get good rewards." Miss Luo Quan chuckled. By this time, she had already removed her sunglasses and mask, and there were indeed no wounds on her fair skin.

Both police officers were in their forties and didn't recognize her at first; they only knew that the foreign girl with exceptionally fluent Mandarin was incredibly beautiful.

"Hey, are you a celebrity? I feel like I've seen you somewhere!"

The tall officer stared at Miss Luo Quan's face for a long time before finally remembering.

Miss Luo Quan nodded in acknowledgment: "My name is Miss Luo Quan, and I've been on the Spring Festival Gala a few times."

"So it's you!" Once the name was mentioned, the officers immediately remembered.

They didn't know about her being the boss of Bilibili or the "World's Most Beautiful."

But mentioning Miss Luo Quan, the singer of "The Most Dazzling Folk Style," was something they were very familiar with. That song had already swept across the country and could be heard in squares in every region almost every day.

"I never thought it would be you. This is really..."

The two officers were quite moved; they never expected such a situation.

At this moment, another officer from the interrogation room walked in.

"How is it, Old Wu?" The tall officer turned to look at his colleague.

"Asked clearly, it has nothing to do with this young lady," the officer called Old Wu replied. "He said he lost everything speculating on Bitcoin and wanted to drive to take revenge on society."

"As expected." Miss Luo Quan nodded; the perpetrator's motive wasn't much different from what she had imagined.

The good news was that the man only hit a few cars and didn't hit any pedestrians.

The bad news was that because no one was hurt, this scum might not be sentenced to many years.

But the fact that no one lost their life over this incident was ultimately a good thing.

There had been cases before where people failed at stock trading and took revenge on society, and that scum even targeted the entrance of a primary school; it was simply insane.

"Well, there are no more questions about the case. Miss Luo Quan, you can sign and leave," the tall officer said, rising from his chair and speaking to Miss Luo Quan in the interrogation room.

"Do you want a photo?" Miss Luo Quan asked subconsciously when she heard about signing.

"Sign what?" Several officers were stunned. "It's for you to sign the statement."

"Oh, oh, I'm used to it; I often encounter fans asking for my autograph when I go out," Miss Luo Quan said with an embarrassed smile, writing her name on the statement.

However, soon after, several officers walked back in with a notebook: "You reminded me; we really should ask you for an autograph."

"Simple." Miss Luo Quan thought to herself that signing one was the same as signing five, so she didn't refuse.

"Speaking of which, what brand is the car you were driving? The crash protection is so good that you didn't have a single scratch on you."

While she was signing, several officers asked curiously.

They had all been to the scene to see the impact; although the driver's cabin was deformed, the driver's seat still left a certain amount of survival space for the driver, which was far better than other cars.

"It's produced by the Nikola company, the model is called 'Jet.' However, not every collision can have such good performance; I was just lucky.

But this car is indeed very good, high quality and affordable, and it doesn't consume gas."

Miss Luo Quan put down the pen, handed the notebook to the officers, and took the opportunity to advertise her own car.

"Alright, we'll go take a look when we have time," the officers chuckled, but they had already lost the desire to buy a car.

A car that doesn't consume gas—isn't that just a new energy vehicle?

There's no need to mention Tesla's reputation now; it has become synonymous with accidents.