The engine rumbled with an asthmatic growl beneath the chassis, propelling the tin can-like bus forward.
Sitting in the last row, Luo Di recalled the scene he had selectively forgotten, when he was just a fifteen-year-old boy, still an ordinary person.
Faced with the monster slaughtering his community and killing his family,
faced with this clown that exuded Fear all over,
fifteen-year-old Luo Di was not scared, not controlled by Fear. A primal anger, rooted deep within his soul, instantly filled his mind, veins crawling over his eyes.
This intense will was evidently received by the clown, who feigned surprise and even pretended to be afraid.
But when Luo Di wanted to step through the door, the clown made a goodbye gesture.
In an instant, the spot where the clown was standing became a red balloon,
and in the next second, footsteps echoed from the stairwell as numerous investigators flooded in, shielding Luo Di behind them.
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