Chapter 862: Chapter Eight

The truck was moving very fast, charging straight into the opposite lane; it first struck a small car before skidding toward the pedestrians on the side of the road. Bai Lang exhaled and shouted, stomping one foot onto the ground. He unleashed his Grass Flying lightness skill to its full extent, skimming across the small parking lot in front of the convenience store at high speed like a bird flying close to the ground. After a light tap of his toes, he scooped up the three girls, who were likely high school students and frozen in terror, and crashed directly into the gate of a house by the roadside.

This is a typical Japanese-style single-family house. The gate was directly smashed by Bai Lang—to save people, you have to save them well, so when Bai Lang picked up these three girls, he also twisted his body, turning it into using his back to crash open the gate. And the truck's tires made a scream, rushed past from one side, crashed the wall of that single-family house into pieces, and then stopped.

The front of the car was a mess, and the driver looked full of blood and was motionless in the cab, but some sounds came out. Bai Lang, who rolled into a pile with the three high school girls, climbed up, walked to the messy front of the car, grabbed the rearview mirror and climbed up a bit, and looked inside, "If you don't get people out quickly, maybe they will be crushed to death." He thought.

Basically, Bai Lang can be considered a good person. He didn't even have time to think about this kind of rescue behavior, and his body had already made a reaction. And now seeing the driver like this, even if it was to drag this person out and beat him, Bai Lang had to save people first. Bai Lang supported the deformed front of the car with both hands, exhaled and shouted, "Ha!" Under his divine strength, this deformed and collapsed front of the car directly made a tooth-aching breaking sound and was forcibly supported—just like a hydraulic expander.

Next, Bai Lang dragged the driver who was full of blood out. After touching a few times, he found that there were no broken bones, but whether the internal organs were broken was hard to say. He laid this person flat on the ground, thought about it, and didn't kick a few feet—he didn't smell alcohol when dragging people, so could it be a vehicle failure?

In short, the three girls and other people around—mainly guests and clerks in the convenience store were all watching, and some people clapped their hands, and the three girls came over to bow and thank him for saving their lives after they were shocked. However, the language was not clear, and Bai Lang just waved his hands—who let him even forget the "you're welcome" in English?

The police and ambulance arrived not slowly, and the Japanese were not completely indifferent, at least when the police asked, the witnesses were willing to testify—there was surveillance at the door of the convenience store, which could also capture part of the picture. Bai Lang naturally received the praise of the tour leader, whether it was true or false, "Well done, but if you have an accident next time, then I will be in trouble." It was true, but Bai Lang was not interested in talking to this guy, he was just savoring his movements just now. "This can also be considered a part of martial arts practice. If this car is replaced by a person, with such momentum and strength, was my response just now timely?"

His response just now seemed to have no mistakes when looking back—however, Bai Lang looked at the surveillance at the door of the convenience store, "What if this thing captured the whole process of me using Grass Flying?" Looking at the direction of the camera, it was very likely that it was captured, except for the moment he kicked for the first time.

Thinking carefully, there was really no way—erasing the surveillance? Bai Lang didn't have this ability now, and he felt that he was just saving people, and exposing his martial arts didn't seem to have any problems—at present, his kung fu probably couldn't block firearms, even if his movements were extremely fast, making ordinary people unable to aim in time, but dodging bullets? Sorry, he really couldn't do it, and his flesh couldn't block it either.

"It's just that I don't know where the power of this bullet is, it's a pity that I can't try it easily, otherwise I can know what level of practice can block it." Bai Lang was also full of imagination. The police had already come over and saluted him, thanking him for his timely rescue of the high school girls and the driver. You know, if there were casualties, they would also be very troublesome. However, the surveillance couldn't be seen at the time, so they still had to take it back to the police station to register and record, and Bai Lang and the three girls just let the police make a simple record at the scene—because the situation was very clear now, this accident had nothing to do with them.

Bai Lang left his passport number, and the three high school girls wanted to know his contact information again and again—poor Bai Lang only had one mobile phone number, and the WeChat and QQ in the country seemed to be unavailable to these girls, and the LINE they used could not be downloaded or logged in on Bai Lang's mobile phone—who let him open international roaming instead of using a Japanese card?

So Bai Lang could only leave his email address—he recalled this again and again, he hadn't used it for more than three years after traveling, and he almost forgot it, fortunately, there was a record on his mobile phone. And what those girls said to him was also relying on the mobile phone translation software to figure it out, although the tour leader wanted to come over to translate, he gave up very wisely after looking at the wind. "Those little girls are flirting, I won't help."

The situation of just coming back from the line of death can indeed effectively stimulate the psychological activities of women. The bridge effect is very effective and scientific—however, Bai Lang really didn't think about this aspect, he just thought that the other party's enthusiasm was to thank him for saving his life, but this Bai Lang really felt embarrassed—he was educated from childhood that this is what should be done, and he didn't need others to repay him. "Besides, how can the grace of saving life be repaid? High or low is actually not good, so simply be high-minded, hoping that after meeting similar things, you can also try your best to help others."

The other party was chattering around him, asking about the move he just used to save people, whether it was "Chinese martial arts". Now Chinese martial arts novels are not unheard of in Japan. Bai Lang's only explanation for crossing this distance in a few seconds was "martial arts". Running and sprinting is mostly not possible. Surrounded by three admiring eyes, even Bai Lang felt a little light—he had never felt surrounded by women when practicing martial arts on weekdays. However, he didn't say anything, just dealing with it.

Finally, the three girls also left—Bai Lang finally refused the request of the other party to go to his hotel room to continue chatting—not to mention anything else, this tour group is two people in one room, and there is another group member... Bai Lang returned to the hotel surrounded by other people in the tour group. The questions these people asked him were much simpler, "You know martial arts? Was that lightness skill just now? Definitely!"