Chapter 41: Now that you're in my territory, you still think you can run?

Many Dragon Country viewers felt that Zhang Yangqing was being quite restrained this time, assuming the dungeon must be difficult.

Even a Celestial Master like Zhang wouldn't be able to act as wantonly as he did last time, right?

To think that was the case was wrong—dead wrong.

The reason Zhang Yangqing had been so arrogant at the start of his last dungeon was that he knew the anomalies couldn't escape; they were all locked inside the wax museum. Even if those anomalies discovered his unusual nature, they would be nothing more than playthings in the palm of his hand. Could they really run away?

This time was different. Before the passengers had even boarded, Zhang Yangqing had kept a low profile. Now that the passengers were on board and the doors were welded shut, once they entered his territory, where exactly did they think they could run?

The loud slap caused many passengers to look over, and even the pair of sisters holding hands—yet refusing to look at each other—glanced over curiously. However, the passengers merely took a look before returning to their own business, seemingly indifferent to the affairs of others. They seemed capable of watching a person die with cold, detached eyes.

The driver had no interest in what happened behind him; he didn't even look, focusing entirely on driving.

The hooded passenger was gasping for breath, on the verge of an outburst. Judging by his attire, he was clearly a spoiled, rebellious youth. His gnashing teeth seemed to say: *In all my life, even my parents have never hit me!*

But he glanced at the driver. Perhaps due to the rules, or perhaps out of fear of the driver, the hooded passenger suppressed his rage and silently stood up to return to his seat. He pulled his hood low, concealing his murderous gaze. However, his eyes remained fixed on Zhang Yangqing; as soon as he found an opportunity, he was determined to deal with this guy personally.

Crimson liquid dripped from his graffiti-covered mask; it seemed Zhang Yangqing's slap had inflicted a non-trivial injury. Yet, it was this very slap that made the entire carriage much more subdued. Compared to the oppressive and eerie atmosphere when they first boarded, the carriage now felt somewhat like a legitimate tour group.

This also allowed the Dragon Country viewers to breathe a sigh of relief. That familiar man was back!

It happened! It happened! Celestial Master Zhang's massive slaps are forever the nemesis of anomalies!

There is nothing a single slap from Celestial Master Zhang can't solve. If there is? Then give him a few more!

I told you he was just acting earlier, fearing they wouldn't dare board. You guys didn't believe me, but now he's stopped pretending and is showing his true colors!

I actually think Rule 14 saved that hooded passenger. If the rule didn't require passengers to survive, that wouldn't have been as simple as a slap.

That's true. For other Chosen Ones, the rules are there to protect them; for Celestial Master Zhang, the rules are there to protect the anomalies.

I can tell that Zhang's slap carried some emotion. If I were him, I'd be pissed too after being sent into a dungeon twice in a row. This kid basically walked straight into the line of fire.

What was he thinking, actually daring to attack Celestial Master Zhang? Kid, you're making your own path much harder.

In Dragon Country, because of Zhang Yangqing's single slap, the viewers' inner anxieties vanished instantly. They were truly afraid that Zhang Yangqing wasn't in top form this time, but it seemed they had overthought it.

The other survivors among the Chosen Ones also began to observe the situation regarding the bus and the passengers. It had to be said that there were many strange things on this bus.

First, there was the driver and the bus itself. Because a thick layer of mist hung outside the windows, visibility was extremely low, making it impossible to observe the outside conditions. Yet, the driver was completely oblivious to this, steadily controlling the steering wheel.

From this, Zhang Yangqing drew two conclusions: either this driver could see through the mist, or he was extremely familiar with this road. In other words, to reach the various stations, one had to rely on this driver.

There were two important rules regarding the driver. Rule 10 stated: *If you find the driver deviating from the route, please remind him promptly; this concerns your life.* Rule 13 stated: *The driver becomes drowsy easily; please wake him politely to avoid startling him.*

For Mitarai Saburo and the other Chosen Ones, the rules were understood as: *I need to monitor his mental state at all times to avoid traffic accidents caused by him falling asleep, and I must please him as much as possible, for he is my lifeline on this bus.*

But for Zhang Yangqing, the rules were understood as: *I can't kill him just yet. If he dies, who's going to drive?*

Zhang Yangqing could think this way because of his unique method of interpretation. The rules only required him to "preserve" the passengers' lives as much as possible; they didn't say he couldn't take action against the driver.

Seeing that the driver looked quite exhausted, Zhang Yangqing instructed his talkative little assistant to stay alert, to give a soft reminder the moment the driver showed signs of drowsiness. After all, wasn't that exactly what the assistant was for?

Aside from the driver, the passengers were also somewhat strange. First was the hooded passenger who had just been hit by Zhang Qingyun; he seemed to be grinding his teeth, appearing quite resentful. Then there was the elegant, hairy passenger in the vest, who had pulled out a "cookbook" from somewhere and was reading it with great interest. An old lady had been muttering something ever since she boarded, as if there were a "person" sitting in the empty seat beside her.

The strangest were the sisters sitting in the back row. After they sat down, water began to flow from their seats, creating a puddle beneath their feet. The weather was indeed humid, but surely not enough to make one that wet? However, the fact that they refused to look at each other remained unchanged.

Then there were four other passengers who were either looking out the window or resting with their eyes closed, appearing somewhat more normal than the previous four.

While the Chosen Ones were contemplating, the phone in their pockets suddenly vibrated. When they opened it, a line of text appeared

【Please note: A gas station will be reached in 3,000 meters. If refueling is required, please prepare paper currency and remind the driver to stop.】

Seeing this, the Chosen Ones without money panicked. Because the rules stated that regardless of whether the tank was full, it had to be filled to capacity. Many could not understand this rule, but following it was certainly the safest bet. Not violating the rules was the primary judgment for most Chosen Ones.

Thus, the penniless Chosen Ones took deep breaths and began to approach the passengers in the carriage, hoping to do something for them in exchange for a tip.

Mitarai Saburo did not panic upon seeing this, as he had tips on him. He even muttered, "The bus is currently traveling at 60 kilometers per hour, which is approximately 17 meters per second. If the distance is 3,000 meters, it should reach the gas station in about three minutes. I must find a time to remind the driver."

Hearing this, the viewers from Sakura Country grew even more admiring of Mitarai Saburo.

Yoshi! Lord Mitarai Saburo is truly amazing! While the other Chosen Ones are still guessing, he has already precisely calculated the time required for every step. As expected of a great detective, his reputation is well-deserved!

Watching the other Chosen Ones fumbling around makes me want to laugh. This is the consequence of not using one's brain.

I see the composure that only the strong possess in Lord Mitarai Saburo's expression.

He truly represents our powerful Sakura Country. Unlike the last one, who was quite embarrassing.

While the Sakura Country viewers were cheering, the Dragon Country viewers also began to boil over. Because on the large screen, after seeing the mobile message, Zhang Yangqing stood up and looked at the passengers in the carriage.

That gaze was like a god looking down upon the masses.