030: At This Moment, The Two Have Already Decided What to Name Their Child

"Screech!!!"

Kangda sat comfortably on the leather seat, closing his eyes to relax.

Suddenly, he was jolted forward, almost flying out of his seat.

"How are you driving?! Are you trying to kill me?" Kangda snapped angrily.

The driver, looking embarrassed, responded in an innocent tone, "Young Master, it wasn't my fault. There was a car accident ahead, and the road is blocked."

"A car accident?" Kangda glanced out of the window suspiciously.

At an intersection not far away, a minibus had overturned, its four wheels still spinning.

Not far from it, an elderly man sat on the ground, looking dazed. The tricycle he had been riding was also on its side.

There's no class distinction when it comes to watching an accident unfold.

"It looks like there's been an accident. I want to get out and take a look," Kangda said with interest.

The driver had no choice but to turn off the engine and open the door for Kangda.

"It's a Coaster bus. People who ride in those are usually big shots. Should I go over and help?" Kangda wondered aloud, sensing an opportunity.

His sudden kindness wasn't without reason—he knew that the passengers in that kind of vehicle were either rich or important.

"No, I can't help them! At least, not directly," Kangda thought, quickly realizing something was off.

"The Coaster's fuel tank is leaking. In the past, you could just break the windows and save people, but if the explosion happens before anyone escapes, they'll be blown to ashes."

"Even if I send the driver to help, I'll need to make it look like I'm assisting too. With so many witnesses, I wouldn't get the credit otherwise."

Just then, Kangda's gaze shifted to Qi Lin, who was riding a motorcycle behind his Maybach.

"Isn't this guy always eager to help? Why not let him try?"

"Whether he saves them or not doesn't matter. If the car explodes, the guy who stole Yinxuan's first kiss will die with it."

A malicious smile crossed Kangda's face.

Qi Lin's eyes lit up the moment he arrived at the car accident scene, trailing behind Kangda.

"The system never lies. There's an opportunity right here!"

Without even stopping his motorcycle, Qi Lin headed straight toward the accident to seize his chance.

Not far away, Kangda called out nonchalantly, "Qi Lin, didn't you just earn 100,000 yuan? See that accident up ahead? If you can save everyone, hundreds of thousands or even a house won't just be a dream."

Qi Lin, momentarily stunned by Kangda's sudden comment, couldn't help but laugh.

"This guy is pretty clever, encouraging me to take risks. Who says the protagonist has no IQ?"

But Kangda didn't know that Qi Lin had been given the system's Bolt-speed ability.

Although it was dangerous to attempt a rescue, the risk could be minimized.

"I wouldn't have thought of it if you hadn't mentioned it. This is a Coaster bus. The people inside must be wealthy or important. If I save them, I might get enough money to marry a wife."

Qi Lin grinned, playing along with Kangda's words. Then, he turned to look toward the Coaster bus.

What he saw shocked him.

"Holy crap, how did the fire spread so quickly?"

While he had been chatting with Kangda, the fire had already reached the fuel tank.

Not wasting another second, Qi Lin's expression grew serious as he sprinted toward the bus.

Seeing this, Kangda laughed heartily. "Haha! It's so easy to manipulate a fool. This guy's really stupid. Go on, go! Once you're in, there's no coming back."

He felt proud of his decision.

Qi Lin had just bought a motorcycle for 60,000 yuan, along with a window-breaking hammer and a fireproof suit. All of it was for this exact moment.

"Help us! Please save us!" cried the passengers, helpless against the massive flames and impending explosion.

A young man suddenly appeared, rushing to help. The onlookers couldn't get close because of the fire, but they cheered as Qi Lin approached.

Inside the bus, Zhao Zhiren, trapped with others, was moved to tears. He even thought about what to name his future child, so grateful was he to this young man.

Qi Lin, unaware of Zhao Zhiren's identity, had no time for introductions. "Don't worry! If you can make it out, you can take my life today," he said casually.

Confident and determined, he swung the window-breaking hammer.

The glass shattered loudly, and soon a small escape route was cleared by Qi Lin.

Though narrow, the dozen people inside were ecstatic, many of them crying in relief.

Without Qi Lin's help, these normally esteemed doctors scrambled out desperately.

When it was the last girl's turn, the fire had reached the fuel tank—it was moments away from exploding.

Qi Lin wasn't a god, and fear began to creep in. He turned to run.

Through the broken window, the young girl stretched out her arms, her eyes filled with desperation. "Please, don't leave me!" she pleaded.

Qi Lin stopped and looked back.

Her face was smudged with soot, but her eyes were clear and bright, reflecting only him.

At that moment, he became her unparalleled hero, her god, her everything.

Qi Lin never claimed to be a saint, but he wasn't heartless either.

Moved by her desperation, he couldn't help but soften.

"Damn it! I'll take the risk," he muttered through gritted teeth.

Without hesitation, Qi Lin turned back, rushing into the flames to rescue the girl.

(A new heroine?)