The weak don’t get to ask questions

The Mercedes E quickly sped out of the bustling city. Once off the overpass, they were on the road out of town!

"Are you crazy?! Slow down, we're about to take off!" Gabrielle exclaimed, glancing at the speedometer.

Gibson even drifted around corners, leaving the people in the minivan behind them with their heads spinning.

"This is nuts! Who drives like this?!"

"Those two girls never drove over 30 km/h before. What's gotten into them today?!"

"And now they're drifting?! Unbelievable!"

Sonia and Gabrielle hadn't seen Gibson get into the car, and neither had the people following them, which explained their shock.

As they reached the outskirts of the city, Gibson noticed two cars flanking them, attempting to box them in.

"Why do I feel like those cars on either side are also following us?!" Gabrielle exclaimed, glancing outside.

Gibson smiled calmly. "Look at you, finally using your brain! Hold on, I'm speeding up!"

"More speed?!"

Already going 200 km/h, Gibson floored the gas pedal, making the car lurch forward.

He left all the trailing cars in the dust.

Once out of town, Gibson slowed down and parked on a grassy roadside.

"Why are you stopping?!" Sonia asked, frowning.

Gibson's answer nearly made her spit out her drink.

"I'm waiting for them."

The two women exchanged exasperated glances and said in unison, "You're nuts!"

...

Ten minutes later, the sound of roaring engines could be heard in the distance.

They had fallen behind by a good ten minutes. If Gibson hadn't stopped to wait, he'd probably be home by now.

"Well, well, you actually waited for us!" A minivan and two Audis pulled up.

A bald man, obviously the leader, looked Gibson up and down. "So, you were the one driving?"

"Yep," Gibson said calmly.

The group burst into laughter, likely never having encountered someone so audacious—being chased by several cars and still daring to stop and wait.

"You're something else! Being chased and you still have the guts to wait for us?" The leader gave him a thumbs-up, laughing.

Gibson closed the car door and flicked ash from his cigarette. "Chased? I was merely walking the dogs."

"You…!"

Hearing this, their faces darkened, and they pulled out their concealed weapons—knives, steel pipes.

Seeing the menacing group, Sonia shouted at Gibson, "If you can't fight them, get back in the car! Why play the hero?!"

She pulled out her phone, ready to call the police.

Gibson turned his head slightly and smirked. "Close your eyes. I don't want you to see what's about to get messy."

"Ha! You're just scared you'll get your butt kicked in front of us!" Gabrielle shot back.

Sonia ignored him and started dialing the police.

But then—

"Ah—!"

Crash!

A loud bang came from outside. Sonia turned around and froze.

"Hello? Are you calling the police?" The voice on the phone asked, but Sonia was too shocked to respond.

Seven or eight men were on the ground, groaning in pain. Gibson was holding the bald leader by the neck with one hand, lifting him off the ground like he weighed nothing.

Both men were about the same height, but the bald guy had to be over 180 pounds, much heavier than Gibson. Lifting someone like that with one hand was almost unbelievable.

In just three seconds, Sonia hadn't even managed to finish dialing 911!

Would the police end up arresting those guys or Gibson?!

Gibson, who used to be a prodigy—accepted into Thyria's top university at age eight and solving century-old math problems by ten—had disappeared for years. What kind of life had he been living?

"He... he picked him up?!" Gabrielle, who had been looking at her phone, was equally shocked when she looked up.

Taking down seven or eight strong guys wasn't the surprising part. Lifting someone much heavier with one hand?

Gibson noticed the commotion in the car and glanced at them. "Didn't I tell you to close your eyes? But you still saw…"

He had held back, but even then, he was a second too slow.

Bang!

He slammed the 180-pound bald man to the ground.

"Who... who are you?!" the bald man stammered in terror.

Gibson placed a foot on his chest. "The weak don't get to ask questions. Now, tell me, who's behind this?"

"Heh, you underestimate our profession! We never reveal our employer, dead or alive! Just kill me!"

The man turned his head, ready to die rather than talk.

"Impressive! Three years, and you're the first to stand up to me like this. I admire that. Let's see how long you last!" Gibson smiled, a cold and eerie grin.

"What... what are you going to do?!"

"Wait, wait, stop, stop—!"

Gibson extended a finger and touched a spot near the man's duodenum.

Instantly, the man felt excruciating internal pain, writhing on the ground in agony.

It was merely a gentle tap on his abdomen, yet it seemed more torturous than death itself.