Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey-Chapter 345: Still Alive

It seemed that Chen Yeming’s voice had been heard, as a person dressed in a work uniform and wearing a mask came out from the rest area.

The man walked straight to Chen Yeming’s car window and asked in a deep voice, "What grade of fuel do you want, and how much?"

Chen Yeming, without thinking, said, "93, fill it up."

"Okay." The man glanced at him, noticed another person in the car, and turned to walk towards the back.

Soon, Chen Yeming heard the sound of fueling.

But before long, the sound stopped.

Chen Yeming frowned, sticking his head out to look behind, but saw no one, only a section of fuel hose sticking in the filling port.

"Hey, where did that person go?" Chen Yeming looked puzzled, shouting several times, but there was no response.

Lao Jiang felt a shiver inside and suddenly grabbed Chen Yeming’s hand, "Mr. Chen, this place is so remote, and the person has suddenly disappeared, could something have happened?"

Chen Yeming’s heart skipped a beat, "Couldn’t be..."

For some reason, the words of Chen Tianxu suddenly echoed in his mind.

His face turned pale in an instant, tightly gripping the steering wheel, wanted to floor the accelerator and flee.

But the fuel cap and hose were still in place; he couldn’t just start the car like that.

Yet reporting to the police now seemed without proper reason.

"Lao Jiang, should we... go down and take a look?" Chen Yeming suggested, "As soon as we fix the fuel cap, we can run."

Lao Jiang looked behind, saw no one, and crawled from his seat to the trunk, rummaging around and finding two golf clubs.

He took them, handing one to Chen Yeming, "Mr. Chen, better safe than sorry."

Chen Yeming thought so too, took the club, exchanged a glance with Lao Jiang, and they both got out of the car, slowly backing up from either side.

However, just as Chen Yeming approached the fuel hose, someone suddenly popped out from behind a wall, striking Chen Yeming’s shoulder with a stick.

"Bang!"

Chen Yeming felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and the club in his hand fell to the ground with a loud noise.

He staggered forward a step.

Turning around, he saw a dark figure smashing towards his face.

"No, don’t kill me!" Chen Yeming screamed with a pale face, "Lao Jiang, Lao Jiang..."

As he shouted, he tried to run backwards.

Just then, there was a thud. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Right after, Chen Yeming saw the man in the work uniform stiffen and collapse.

Chen Yeming’s legs went weak and he sat down on the ground, looking up to see Lao Jiang standing behind the man, holding the golf club aloft.

"Lao, Lao Jiang..."

"Mr. Chen, are you okay?" Lao Jiang was somewhat dazed, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at the man on the ground. Hearing Chen Yeming’s voice, he snapped out of it and hurried over to help Chen Yeming up, "Quick, call the police!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yeming quickly picked up his phone to make an emergency call.

Lao Jiang, fearing that the man might get up again, rushed to the trunk and found a rescue rope, tying the man up.

After tying the man up, Lao Jiang then realized that his blow had cracked the man’s skull open, and blood was continuously flowing out.

Seeing the man with his eyes tightly closed, as if he were dead, Lao Jiang was almost scared enough to wet himself. He sat on the ground trembling, stammering, "I, I’ve killed someone..."

Having just finished the emergency call, Chen Yeming, startled by Lao Jiang’s words, shuddered at the sight of the unconscious man. He walked over tentatively, checked the man’s breathing, and sighed in relief, "Still, still alive, it’s okay..."

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