As the motorcycle approached, he suddenly stomped on the brake, violently turned the steering wheel, and with a piercing screech of rubber tires against the road surface, he forcibly positioned the car sideways in the middle of the road, then leapt out with that Strength.
The motorcycle was about to crash into it, and the rider, seeing the danger, also leaped up into the air, his movement agile beyond compare, flipping in mid-air to land on this side of the car.
With a boom, the motorcycle and car collided behind him, exploding into a cacophony of noise. Before the rider touched down, Xiao Buli had already thrusted his sword toward him.
"Don't, it's me!" the rider quickly yelled, raising his hands. Xiao Buli's sword was poised at the rider's throat as he yanked off the person's helmet, revealing Lu Xinying's utterly unremarkable face beneath. Xiao Buli had some recollection of this face and couldn't help but sigh with relief.