After the Exams, My Parents Sent Me Abroad—Then the Police Took Them Away

"Here, uncle buys you drinks."

My fingers trembled as I looked at the drink that was handed to me, and I managed to catch it.

As she handed it back, the girl behind her reached for it.

I purposely let go of my hand before she could catch it, letting the drink fall right to the bottom of my foot.

She looked over angrily, and I quirked my mouth at her provocatively.

In the next moment, her slap came face to face with me.

"Little bitch, I'll tear you apart."

I'm not a vegetarian when it comes to taking a beating, so I just slammed the rest of the drink in my hand on her.

I was about to get it on when the man on the passenger side tugged on the back of my collar.

"Sit down, all of you, what's the commotion?"

The car stopped again and the driver blacked out, pointing at me, "You, switch places with the passenger."

As the passenger pulls away, I indignantly kick my drink two bottles away.

The drink rolled down the hill with a grunt down the highway.

"All right, all right."

The man on the passenger side collected all the drinks on the floor and frowned at me.

I got out of the car and then flew up to the passenger side.

The driver gave me a smirking look, "Why the fight?"

Before I could say anything, the girl in the back row snitched, "She dropped the water on the floor on purpose."

"Yes?"

The driver locked the doors, a few danger signals in his tone.

"Yes."

I graciously admitted, meeting the driver's eyes.

"That's because she scolded me."

"When did I scold you?"

The girl jumped up in defiance.

I leaned back into the back of the passenger seat without a care in the world.

"You called me a pandering man, and they all heard you."

The girl rested her fire, but still muttered a little defiantly.

"Isn't it? You were the only one talking the whole time we got in the car, Conspicuous Package."

"Sit down."

The driver rubbed his brow with a headache, "Can't you girls get along?"

"Sit down, all of you, and from now on, no one will argue."

I scanned the time on the display, eight-forty.

Just in time!

The car drove into the city and soon drove into Kingsbury Road.

The green light was blinking and the driver sped up the gas.

"Uncle, let's slow down!"

I grabbed the handrail above my head in fear, my eyes glued to the time on the display.

The driver was oblivious, holding the gas steady.

......

Here we go!

A sports car whistled shrilly as it came over the side.

I glanced at the school bus full of kids on the back side and lunged over to push and turn the steering wheel.

The driver, who had intended to accelerate out of the way, collided head-on with the sports car when I interfered.

The front of the car was jacked up and nearly overturned.

My brain buzzed and I gasped for air until the sounds around me became clearer.

I looked over to the driver's side, where the driver was slumped over the steering wheel, unmoving, blood dripping from the airbag.

And the cries grew behind them.

The silent man held his head, obviously still in shock.

I carefully moved to the door.

It's nice that the door still opens.

The next moment, I jumped out of the car, pulled open the door behind me, and kicked the man in the crotch.

The man covered his crotch and twisted and rolled on the floor of the wagon.

The remaining five girls were dumbfounded by my ruthlessness.

The girl who changed seats pointed at me, "What are you doing? You're hurting people on purpose, okay?"

I gave her a sneer, "A word of advice, these two are not good people, you have two choices now, either run, or stay and wait for the police, but it's hard to say if you'll be able to wait for the police."