After hitting Yang Jian, the old bus was parked diagonally on the sidewalk, motionless.

Obviously, the person who drove the bus just now was heading towards Yang Jian, and someone wanted to hit him to death with the car.

Yang Jian lay motionless on the ground, as if he was really dead.

But then.

The bus stalled, the lights went out, and then the door opened, and an old man with age spots and a cane slowly walked out of the bus.

"Don't lie on the ground if you're not dead. This little trick can't fool an old man like me." Mr. Qin took a look and didn't come closer, but said slowly.

"It really hurts, old man. Did my father die after being hit by this thing?" Yang Jian struggled and slowly stood up from the ground.

He had realized it now.

The world's second wave of attacks against him has arrived.

Sure enough, it was not on the same level as the previous attacks, and it was fatal enough with one strike.
Chapter completed!