The seating arrangement at the time of departure played a significant role at this moment.

Because everyone who wasn't known for their agility had someone agile sitting next to them.

In the instant before the crash, Lin Shuyou pulled Tan Wenbin, Run Sheng held onto Li Zhiyuan, and Liang Li grabbed Yin Meng, all jumping out of the car at lightning speed.

Zhao Yi and Liang Yan reached out for each other instantly, and the two even locked fingers tightly before separating from the car.

Knowing the other had no problems with agility and reaction, they seamlessly changed from holding hands to high-fiving, each exiting the vehicle.

Just past the Nantong Territory, trouble found them, showing just how much someone under the Peach Forest had been handling over the past few days.

Looking at the two totaled cars on the scene, the always-frugal Run Sheng sighed.

The small pickup was bought in college for stocking and transporting goods; it had been very convenient.

It would be covered with a raincoat when parked at home, and it wasn't used for deliveries.

Because in Mr. Li's view, it's not that cooking rice is cheaper than burning fuel, but that eating is necessary every day, with no savings to be made there.

Tan Wenbin lit a cigarette and said to Lin Shuyou, "Consider Chen Lin's car as an early wedding gift; note it down."

Lin Shuyou: "I'll make compensation."

Tan Wenbin blew a smoke ring in Ah You's face.

Then, Tan Wenbin flicked the cigarette butt to the ground and stomped it out, sighing, "Seems like we need Brother Liang to come down again."

Lin Shuyou: "Are we... short on money?"

Tan Wenbin: "Hmm?"

Lin Shuyou: "If we are, I can go back and get my share early."

Tan Wenbin: "No need; we're not lacking money, but Brother Liangliang has too much. Helping him spend is a way to relieve his worries."

Zhao Yi and Liang Yan checked the driver cabins of the two trucks in front and behind, finding that both drivers were unconscious. However, they both had a black square pendant hanging there.

The material was Moyu, with no visible abnormalities to the naked eye.

Twiddling it in his fingers, Zhao Yi said, "Interesting."

Liang Yan handed her piece to Li Zhiyuan, whose fingertips gently rubbed it.

Soon, a hideous face appeared and vanished quickly.

Zhao Yi stretched lazily and intentionally stirred the pot, saying, "Looks like the road ahead will be tough; we'd better avoid them."

Li Zhiyuan: "Why avoid them?"

Zhao Yi added more fuel to the fire, "Right, there's no point in hiding. Better to have a talk, resolve misunderstandings, and build consensus."

Li Zhiyuan: "Yes, let's talk."

Zhao Yi couldn't help but laugh.

He knew Li was an easygoing person, much like his namesake with no enemies.

Normally, he might have advised reconciliation with the bigger picture in mind.

But this time, there was no way around it as the car was wrecked right past the Nantong Boundary Stone.

If this isn't sorted out, are we all supposed to walk to Fengdu?

Li Zhiyuan took out his little compass, signaling Zhao Yi to hold it for him.

Then, raising the pendant with his left hand, his right palm condensed a blood mist, which quickly turned black, transforming into a black hand that reached for the pendant.

It was faint and light, almost insignificant, yet it did indeed grab something.

Li Zhiyuan pointed to the compass, and after its pointer spun quickly, it fixed in one direction.

Zhao Yi pointed in that direction and said, "Over there."

Li Zhiyuan tilted at a certain angle in Zhao Yi's indicated direction and corrected, "It's that way."

Zhao Yi: "With the compass, I'm still accurate."

Li Zhiyuan: "My compass has a fixed error."

Zhao Yi: "Who are you defending against?"

Li Zhiyuan didn't respond.

A loud "buzz" was heard, likely from leaking gasoline catching fire.

Tan Wenbin immediately looked down at the just extinguished cigarette butt to confirm it wasn't his doing.

The fire started burning from the truck, then spread to the two cars severely crumpled in the middle.

Ordinarily, the scene would have been fittingly tragic, with people possibly impaled by steel rods inside, bleeding yet not dead, and helplessly watching the flames consume them.

However, thanks to the skilled people with Li Zhiyuan, they were quickly extracted, making the fire oddly out of place.

Li Zhiyuan: "Thank you for your efforts, let's play dead for a bit."

Zhao Yi: "Alright! Ali, get me some paper."

Liang Li handed over a stack of paper along with a brush.

Holding the brush, Zhao Yi wrote the names and birth dates of everyone present on each sheet and pushed them forward one by one.

Each sheet folded into a small paperman, rushing into the fire and quickly burning to ashes.

The last two sheets fell together, one for "Zhao Yi" and the other for "Lin Shuyou". "Lin Shuyou" carried "Zhao Yi" into the fire, seeming to dance a waltz.

Tan Wenbin: "Hey, you even know our birth dates."

Zhao Yi: "It's for preparing gifts and surprises for your birthdays."

The two truck drivers, still unconscious, were moved by Zhao Yi and the others to the roadside meadow. The loss of the cars and goods was significant, but under such 'calamity from the skies', it's lucky they survived unharmed.

Tan Wenbin didn't plan to seek compensation from them. Besides, with the cars burned, they were spared the trouble of subsequent investigation and could leave the scene at once.

Not far from the accident site was a small service area, small yet complete, with a repair shop, a convenience store, and a small restaurant still stubbornly maintaining its two low floors.

There were guests, but not many.