After the call, "Miss Fu, there is an emergency, I need to leave now. Thanks for your concern," Bo Cheng prepared to leave. By this time, there was a heavy cadaveric mist around his face along with many red lines, which hindered seeing his face.
"Young Master Bo, if it is unavoidable for you to leave today, I would still recommend my life-saving talisman here—50,000 yuan a piece. But I'll give you a discount since you're Brother Xie's friend." Fu Rong took out a yellow talisman. She had consumed more energy on this, but it was relatively easy for her.
Bo Cheng, hearing her trying to sell her talisman, turned ugly. Just as he was about to refuse, Xie Bowen quickly bought it with his own money and stuffed it into Bo Cheng's hand. "Bo Cheng, hear me out. You don't know how formidable Sister Fu is. You can pay me later. I'll buy one for you now, okay? Listen, buddy, life is more important than money. You'll thank me later."
Under Fu Rong's expectant gaze, Bo Cheng kept the yellow paper in his jacket. "Young Master Bo, be careful. Avoid Quilling Street if possible. Remember to wear the talisman and keep it near you at all times." Bo Cheng looked at the young girl advising him as if he were a child.
Seeing her misty eyes and serious baby face, he couldn't help but think of his little nephew, who always played with him with a serious puffed face. "Goodbye, Miss Fu. See you next time."
Fu Rong, who had interfered with Bo Cheng's fate again and again, felt like her body was crushed under the weight of a car. She was suppressing the pain so as not to lose her composure in front of others. If she had predicted after he had asked her, she wouldn't have suffered such a backlash. Or, if she had regained her full strength, she would have been able to tolerate it, and it wouldn't have hurt her at all.
As she watched Bo Cheng leave, her vision blacked out, and her body went limp as she lost consciousness.
Mu Ling, who had noticed the abnormalities in Fu Rong, suddenly felt she might have predicted some danger for Bo Cheng. But before he could approach her, he saw her suddenly go pale and collapse to the ground. He quickly caught her and carried her to his car, followed by Xie Bowen.
Bo Cheng, who had left the Imperial Capital Hotel, drove toward his company. While on the way, he felt a sudden, strong killing intent coming from his left and noticed a red light. He was shot at, but thanks to his reflexes, he dodged it and noticed a car tailing him.
Instead of heading to his company, he diverted from the original route and entered a side street. In the headlights, he saw a sign: Quilling Street 48. Bo Cheng remembered Fu Rong warning him to avoid Quilling Street today. He regretted not listening to her and realized he had delivered himself straight into the hands of his enemies.
If he had the chance, he would have stayed at the hotel obediently and avoided this danger. But before he could react, a truck struck his car, which flipped, rolled over, and was crushed. Bo Cheng, filled with regret, rolled to the passenger seat, hitting his head and fainting.
Soon, the car caught fire, and the flames quickly engulfed it.
Nearby people came running toward the car.
"What the hell is going on?"
"It looks like a car accident!"
"Someone is still inside! What are we going to do?"
"Call an ambulance!"
"Oh my God! That's awful! Hurry up and call the police quickly!"
Someone called the nearby police station, and the fire service was contacted to put out the fire. People gathered around, watching the car burn.
When the firefighters arrived at the scene, they sighed in unison. It didn't seem necessary to put out the fire. The flames had already burned the car down to a crushed pile of metal.
Even the sturdy car had been reduced to a skeleton, so it was assumed that the person inside had long since been incinerated, leaving only bones behind.
The fire captain gave the order for his men to secure the location and dispatched more personnel to gather testimony from witnesses. He was about to give further orders and contact the criminal police when a fireman approached the burned-out car, his eyes wide in surprise.
"The person in the car seems to be alive!" the fireman exclaimed, his voice shaking.
"Oh my God! How is this possible?"
A few firefighters rushed over and began to pull an unhurt but still attractive young man from the wreckage. The bystanders, who had witnessed the car being consumed by flames, were shocked to see Bo Cheng emerge unscathed.
Several paramedics rushed Bo Cheng into an ambulance, and the doctor and nurses, after examining him, exchanged stunned looks. They appeared as though they had seen a ghost.