I changed the world.

Reaching out and patting the armrest beside him, Scarface suddenly said, "I've heard that many of you here are big spenders, capable of spending hundreds of millions without batting an eye. I admire those kinds of big spenders the most, and I'd like to get to know you all..."

As he spoke, he glanced at everyone in the carriage, then fixed his gaze on a pale-faced young man with shifty eyes, and pointed at him: "Hey, you little brother in the blue jacket over there, come here."

"Yes... I'm talking about you. What? Didn't you hear what I said..."

But then he saw the young man repeatedly point at himself, confirming it again and again, before finally standing up. However, his face had become even paler, and his body was even trembling slightly.

Chapter 107 A Powerful Strike Down

Zhang Jing recognized the young man; his name was Qian Yu, and he was one of the men who had come with Ma Bo. He had originally come to help out and was usually diligent, but now it seemed he was rather timid.

“Spotted, have a good chat with this young man,” the scarred man continued with a smile.

The short, stocky man with tattoos on his arms was leaning against the train door, fiddling with a dagger while keeping an eye on the carriage. Hearing this, he walked over, shoved the bewildered Qian Yu into an empty seat in the first row, and sat down next to him. Ignoring the female tour guide's corpse lying in the aisle, he forced a sinister smile and said in a thick southwestern accent, "Kid, introduce me to some of the richest guys here."

"This..." Sweat instantly beaded on Qian Yu's forehead as he stammered, unable to speak. He wasn't stupid; he knew that if he spoke now, he would be betraying others, and what good would come of it when they returned to Linzhou? However, if he didn't speak, he wouldn't be able to get past this hurdle...

Qian Yu's eyes flickered, and he tried to make up an excuse, but in his haste, it wasn't so easy to come up with one...

But the tattooed man snorted coldly, twirled the dagger in his hand, grabbed Qian Yu's right hand, and brought the knife down...

A piercing scream suddenly rang out in the carriage. Qian Yu was seen clutching his right hand in horror, only to find that his little finger had vanished, and blood was gushing from the severed end.

"Ah!! Ah!! Ah!!! My finger!!!"

"Shut up, if you yell one more word, I'll cut off your whole hand..."

The screams stopped abruptly, and Qian Yu trembled violently, half from pain and half from fear...

"Now, have you figured it out? Which bosses are the richest? If I find out you missed a single one, I'll cut off a finger!"

"I...I've figured it out. Zhang...Zhang Jing, he made almost 500 million at this auction...and Jin Wang, Boss Jin, the most expensive stone at the auction was bought by Boss Jin for nearly 300 million...and Boss Lü..." Qian Yu seemed to be really scared. Once he started talking, he listed all the merchants in the carriage, even his boss Ma Bo.

“That son of a bitch…” Jin Wang, standing next to Zhang Jing, almost turned black with rage, and squeezed out a sentence through his back teeth…

"Hahaha! Good! Good!!! It really is a place where dragons and tigers hide!!!" The scarred man couldn't help but burst into laughter, looking extremely happy.

"Very good! Come on, let's not bother two people at once. Young man, show us where these bosses you mentioned are sitting?"

With a dagger pressed against his waist, Qian Yu dared not resist. He stood up shakily, head down, not daring to look at the expressions of others, and walked down the aisle of the carriage, pointing as he went: "This is Lü Yangzhong, Boss Lü."

"This is Zhong Weng, Li Xuezhe..."

"This is Ma Bo, my boss..."

"This is Zhang Jing..."

The young man walked and pointed down the list of people. The man with tattoos on his arm followed behind him, holding a dagger. The scarred man walked at the very back, watching the young man point out people and memorizing them. Every time the young man pointed out a person, the scarred man's smile widened, as if he were looking at a series of moving golden statues.

"Next to Zhang Jing is Jin..." The young man pointed at Jin Wang, but before he could finish speaking, Zhang Jing suddenly stood up, grabbed the young man by the neck, and shoved him into a nearby chair, yelling, "You bastard, how dare you betray us!!!"

If this had happened before, Zhang Jing might have been shot for making this move. However, now that they had just learned that the young man in front of them was worth nearly 500 million, the two robbers beside him were hesitant to act rashly.

The scarred man even gestured to the sharp-faced man at the back of the carriage, who had raised a pistol in response to the emergency, not to fire.

It was that moment of hesitation that caused the change to happen!

But then Zhang Jing seemed to lose his grip on Qian Yu, staggering and releasing him. In that instant, Zhang Jing's movements more than doubled in speed, twisting his waist and hips in one fluid motion. His left hand, like a whip, lashed out, an arm that had seemingly grown out of thin air striking the still-unresponsive scarred man's forehead with lightning speed, instantly knocking his head down a bit...

Before the tattooed man on the other side could react after the successful strike, Zhang Jing delivered a vicious scorpion kick to his groin while he hesitated with his knife. A dull thud accompanied by the sound of bones breaking echoed as the tattooed man's eyes rolled back and he shrank down without uttering a sound.

Before he could even duck, Zhang Jing had already grabbed him by the neck, lifted him up, and used him as a shield. At this moment, the sharp-faced man at the back of the carriage had already reacted, shouting and raising his pistol, pulling the trigger at Zhang Jing.

Three gunshots rang out in succession, but none of them hit Zhang Jing; he blocked them all with the tattooed man's back. Taking three shots for no reason finally caused the tattooed man to let out a miserable scream.

While blocking the bullet, Zhang Jing snatched the tactical knife from the tattooed man's hand. At the same time, the sharp-faced man, having hit his comrade, seemed somewhat bewildered and stopped firing his pistol.

The next moment, Zhang Jing slightly moved the tattooed man blocking his way, and using the opening, he flicked his hand...

Almost simultaneously, the sharp-faced man seemed to have been punched hard, and he fell backward violently, then fell flat on his back, with a dagger on his forehead.

In the blink of an eye, from the moment Zhang Jing launched his attack to the moment the sharp-faced man fell, only two or three breaths had passed—a dizzying display of speed. The people in the carriage gasped and crouched down, covering their heads the instant the gun went off.

After throwing the dagger, Zhang Jing didn't even look at the result. He immediately turned around and ran towards the front of the car, carrying the tattooed man with one hand.

To onlookers, the burly, tattooed man in Zhang Jing's hands looked like a weightless straw, a sight that left them speechless.

Upon hearing gunshots and sounds of fighting behind the car, the driver, realizing something was wrong, slammed on the brakes, pulled up the handbrake, and pulled out his pistol to look back.

However, as he finished this series of actions and turned his head to look back, Zhang Jing had already rushed in front of him. Seeing him turn around, he didn't stop and took a step to rush to the driver's side.

Just as the driver was shocked and raised his gun to fire, Zhang Jing's left hand, which was gripping the tattooed man's neck, slammed down on the driver's head like a brick...

With a dull thud, the tattooed man's head collided intimately with the driver's face, and then both were slammed onto the steering wheel by an unstoppable force.

Even then, the driver was still struggling, repeatedly pulling the trigger of his pistol. However, because he was knocked backward by the impact, both shots flew off onto the roof, leaving two bullet holes in the velvet fabric.

His third bullet failed to fire. The reason was simple: Zhang Jingyi grabbed his wrist, and a tooth-crushing cracking sound accompanied by a hoarse scream rang out as the driver's right wrist was crushed.

By this time, all four robbers inside the carriage had been subdued. Zhang Jing pulled the tattooed man, who was already lifeless, aside, leaving him lying on his back, his fate unknown. Next, Zhang Jing roughly pulled the driver, who was still groaning with his arms crossed, from the driver's seat, struck him on the side of the neck with a chop, knocking him unconscious, and then pulled him aside as well.

A ringtone sounded; it was the walkie-talkie on the scarred man's body, playing simple music over and over again. Clearly, the sudden stop of the bus had aroused the suspicion of the robbers sitting in the other vehicles outside, who were now asking questions via walkie-talkie.

"Who can drive a large bus? Come on over here!" Zhang Jing turned around and shouted loudly to the still somewhat bewildered passengers in the carriage with a serious expression. Based on his experience from both his previous and current lives, although he was considered an experienced driver, he had only driven private cars and had never driven a large bus. Although the operating methods were roughly the same, there were still quite a few differences.

“I can, I can!” A middle-aged man raised his hand and stood up: “I used to drive a truck, it’s similar to this.”

Zhang Jing glanced at the man and saw that he was Wang Dong, the companion who had come with Lü Yangzhong. They didn't usually interact much, but there was no point in saying more now, so Zhang Jing quickly waved his hand and said, "Then I'll leave it to you. Get the car moving quickly."

Wang Dong knew the gravity of the situation, so he didn't refuse. He quickly walked to the driver's seat, checked the car briefly, and then restarted it. He pulled the handbrake, stepped on the gas, and the car drove forward.

Outside the window, several other vehicles carrying robbers had noticed the problem with the bus and had stopped. Some robbers had just gotten off the bus and were preparing to come over to check.

Unexpectedly, the bus restarted, and unable to determine the true situation, things became quite chaotic. Several robbers waved their arms on the roadside, shouting and asking questions.

"Ignore them, speed up and drive forward. If they block the way, ram them to the side of the road. Our car is big, they can't beat us," Zhang Jing advised Wang Dong, who nodded. At this moment, some robbers who had gotten out of the car in front saw through the bus's huge windshield that the driver in the driver's seat had changed and tried to rush in front of the bus to stop it.

Wang Dong was determined and recklessly rammed into the bus, scaring the robbers into dodging aside. The bus then accelerated, leaving the robbers behind.

Currently, the road that the bus is traveling on is still a mountain road. In fact, in the southwest region, most roads are winding mountain roads that travel through the mountains.

At this moment, everyone in the carriage sprang into action, helping to tie up the still-breathing bandits on the ground. Some even took off their belts because they couldn't find any ropes for the time being.

The bandits' weapons were also found, and the group now had several daggers, two pistols, an assault rifle, several magazines, and even two grenades.

"Anyone who knows the way, go to the front and help point the way, so we don't get lost!" Jin Wang stood on his seat, pointing excitedly ahead and shouting a reminder. The next moment, two people responded. They had both traveled this road before and went to the driver's seat to help point the way.

Just then, a white 5-seater SUV that had been traveling at a steady speed suddenly slowed down and intentionally or unintentionally moved into the middle of the road, blocking the bus's path.

Clearly, the purpose of this white car was to block the bus's path, and it was full of malice.

"Speed ​​up, ram them." Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes and patted Wang Dong on the shoulder.

Wang Dong remained silent, slammed on the gas, and the bus rear-ended the SUV in front of it. The sound of the collision rang out, and the SUV, after being violently struck by the bus, lost control and veered off the road, hurtling down a steep slope...

"No matter what happens, don't stop, just keep driving forward." After giving the driver this final instruction, Zhang Jing turned from the driver's seat back into the passenger compartment.

"Brother Hongjian!"

"Hongjian, you're quite capable!"

"Thanks to you, bro!"

As he walked along, everyone greeted him or smiled at him, their gratitude, awe, and reverence evident in their expressions—a stark contrast to the way people had treated him before.

"You're a true master who doesn't show off! Brother, we really owe you a lot this time!" Jin Wang, unusually, didn't have a smile on his face and solemnly cupped his hands to Zhang Jing.

Although Zhang Jing deliberately concealed his strength this time, suppressing his true abilities to a level acceptable to ordinary people, the scene of him taking down four armed robbers in the blink of an eye with unparalleled power still left the passengers on the bus feeling as if they were in a dream. Such a scene was something they had never seen even in movies before.

"You flatter me, you flatter me..." Zhang Jing could only bow in response. Just then, several gunshots rang out from behind the car, one of which hit the rear window directly, creating a bullet hole in it.

"parking!!!"

"parking!!"

………………

The bandits behind them caught up again in a vehicle, and some even leaned out of the carriage to fire shots, attempting to stop the bus in front. Instantly, all the passengers crouched down again, and all conversation ceased. Everyone realized that the crisis was far from over.

Compared to smaller cars, buses are at a disadvantage on winding mountain roads with many curves. Their high chassis and large size make it difficult for them to accelerate, otherwise they risk overturning.

This also allowed the smaller vehicles carrying the robbers to catch up quickly.

PS: Regarding the protagonist's question about Jin Wang's self-defense, let me explain why he asked this question. It's not that the protagonist didn't know it was self-defense; even children know that.

But knowing this is one thing, but in many situations, if you kill someone, especially many people, not to mention the world depicted in the story, even in the real world, it's often not easy to get a clean and straightforward criminal record. After all, you're in an unfamiliar place, and being detained for a period of time—not even a week or two—for questioning and investigation would be very difficult for the protagonist. So the real meaning behind the protagonist's question is, "If I kill someone, can you handle Fatty Jin?" After all, the protagonist doesn't know if there are any powerful forces plotting behind this. Money can be a powerful motivator; if a wealthy man worth 5 million is in jail and someone uses other methods to get back at him, wouldn't you take action?

Therefore, although the protagonist is not afraid of trouble, he can still get into trouble if he gets bogged down in trivial matters. Jin Wang clearly has a powerful background, which is why the protagonist asked this question, and it will also affect the extent of his actions later on.

Finally, the protagonist has never killed anyone in his two lives. Put yourself in his shoes. If it were your first time killing someone, and you were planning to kill more than one person, wouldn't you need to do some mental preparation? Tell yourself it's self-defense, which is also a form of self-suggestion.

Considering the above two points, I added this dialogue. However, some members in the book club are right; there's controversy, and the author didn't explain it clearly enough. Next time, it might be necessary to add more descriptions of the protagonist's inner thoughts. I'll keep that in mind. (PS: This part is free.)

Chapter 108 Escape

This is not a major main road, so there aren't many vehicles on the road. Even so, the rare sight of a car chase and gunfight still caused a stir and swerves among the passing vehicles. A private car that brushed past a bus even swerved too much and drove straight off the road, screaming as it drove down the hillside...

Zhang Jing, also half-squatting, pointed behind him and shouted, "Is there anyone here who knows how to use a gun? Has anyone here ever been a soldier?"

The passengers in the carriage exchanged glances, and finally Ma Bo raised his hand and stood up: "I've practiced shooting with a rifle at the club's shooting range once, I can give it a try..."

“Come to think of it… I’ve fired one too, with a pistol,” Jin Wang chimed in from the side.

The laws of Da Zhao prohibit civilians from owning firearms, so the only way to come into contact with firearms, besides joining the military, is through some expensive civilian shooting clubs.