Insufficient balance

  Xiao Xiao saw the whiskers of his beard being blown outward, he must have finally heard his own shout. This moment had finally made him wait. He was overjoyed in his heart, waving his fist and shouting loudly: "Stop the car, stop it quickly!" His throat was almost hoarse, his voice changed to a terrifying scream.

  He merely swept a glance over him, his mouth twitching slightly, and continued to stare straight ahead. As if nothing had happened at all.

  The truck didn't stop but instead accelerated rapidly, speeding up.

  Xiao Xiao's heart felt like it was being gripped by a ghostly hand, tightening suddenly. His back turned icy cold in an instant. He understood now, he finally understood. The two truck drivers had known all along that they had hit someone. But not only did they not stop the car, they even sped up. They didn't care about Yan Ying's life or death at all. It was unclear whether they thought it was fun or were simply cold-blooded.

  Gazing out of the car window at the two men, he suddenly felt from the bottom of his heart that their bodies emitted a strange and inexplicable feeling. This feeling was like a lump of purple mud, filthy and nauseating from the inside out. Once this aura clung to a person, it would forever be an inseparable shadow, impossible to shake off. He had thought they were just ordinary truck drivers, but in that instant, he sensed something was off.

  Who are they?

  The sun sets in the west, and the sky is about to be completely dark. The mountain road that winds through Longshan Mountain becomes narrower and narrower, with no lighting facilities on the road. The trees on both sides of the mountain road are lush and dense, gradually hidden in the darkness, becoming eerie and strange, adding to the horror.

  A faint, inexplicable smile, he stuck out his tongue and made a face, he had already remembered the faces of the two people. Now, those two were in the car, he was helpless against them, wait until he rescued Yan Ying first, then he would take good care of them.

  He was thinking, considering the next step of his plan. Suddenly, he saw two cars flashing in front of him on the mountain road. On the left was a blue Lexus and on the right was a black Audi, both of which had been modified to be lightweight and were driving with their headlights on. They were speeding through the mountain road like lightning, incredibly fast. One after another, they were overtaking each other in a thrilling competition.

  It's obvious that someone is speeding on Longshan Mountain Road.

  Gazing at the two cars, I thought to myself that if the owners of these two cars were reckless and had a lot riding on winning or losing, they would stop at nothing to overtake the truck. With myself standing next to the truck and the road being so narrow, I feared that if there wasn't enough space, I would be squeezed flat.

  It's impossible to stop this truck no matter what. So, I can only think of a way from Yanying's hair.

  Xiao Xiao turned back and shouted at Yan Ying: "Yan Ying, they won't open the door or stop the car. Do you have scissors?"

  Yan Ying understood Xiao Xiao's meaning, which was to use scissors to cut off her own hair that had been rolled into the truck's cargo compartment. As a girl who cherished her hair very much, she originally wanted Xiao Xiao to go to the front driver's cabin to stop the truck so that she could still salvage all of her beautiful hair from the cargo compartment. However, it seemed like this was no longer possible now and she had to give up her beautiful hair. She had scissors here but they were in a bag behind her back. She must hold onto the truck's cargo compartment with her left hand and control the motorcycle handlebars with her right hand. In order to cut off her own hair, she could only ask Xiao Xiao for help, so she loudly called out for him to come over.

  He opened the door handle of the truck cab, grasped the bicycle handlebars, relaxed his body, and didn't step on the pedals. The bicycle slid to the back of the truck's carriage. He slid behind Yan Ying, his left hand grabbing onto a lock on the truck, letting it carry him forward with the bicycle. His right hand went to undo the large package on Yan Ying's back. This package had an iron wire buckle, fortunately, the opening and closing mechanism was relatively simple for him. He opened the package's buckle, reached inside, and rummaged around, but didn't find any scissors.

  Yan Ying felt that Xiao Xiao was rummaging around aimlessly and wasting time, so she shouted: "Throw away all the useless stuff!"

  Xiao Xiao received her command, and with one hand, she pulled out a bicycle helmet from the big bag and threw it onto the road. With another grab, she pulled out a pack of sanitary napkins and threw them onto the road as well. Then, she reached in again and pulled out a black bra. "C-cup." His eyes lit up.

  "What are you staring at? Hurry up!" Yan Ying shouted.

  Xiao Xiao threw away his vest. He dug into the big bag again and finally found a pair of scissors, which he held in his hand with excitement. Just then, the truck suddenly turned from an uphill to a downhill slope, and the vehicle shook violently. The scissors slipped out of Xiao Xiao's hands.

  Xiao Xiao suddenly grabbed the scissors and shouted: "What a close call! Luckily my arm is long."

  At this time, the two sedans speeding towards the truck from the opposite side.

  The man driving the Lexus was twenty-five or six years old, wearing a black and red plaid shirt, short hair, thick eyebrows, very spirited and robust. His left hand rested on his chin, using his left elbow to control the steering wheel, while his right hand held a transparent glass cup with half a cup of orange-red liquid inside, which was perfectly still without any movement. He saw a red truck coming from the opposite direction and said into the phone in the car: "Yuan Dao, do you see the truck ahead?"

  The driver of the Audi S7 was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old man, wearing a plaid short-sleeved shirt on top and jeans on the bottom. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, with fair skin, handsome and elegant, with a hint of nobility between his eyebrows. His left hand was inserted into his pants pocket, and his right thumb and index finger were hooked onto the steering wheel, forming a phoenix eye shape. He drove solely with these two fingers, and when he heard the voice on the phone, he replied: "I've seen him, Brother Jing."

  Jing Ge stared intently at the truck in front of him, taking a light sip from his cup. He observed that both sides of the mountain road where he and the truck were located had steep cliffs. He quickly calculated the width of the truck and the road, then calmly said to Yuan Dao, "Let's pass."

  Yuan Dao heard the order from Jing Ge, hooked his mouth, and he had experienced this situation many times. At that moment, looking at 120 km/h, he was confident and decisive, using his phoenix eyes to fine-tune the steering wheel.

  The two vehicles were traveling at high speed, without slowing down, and had already arrived in front of the truck.

  Yuan Dao, who was sitting in the Audi, saw a girl struggling on the left side of the truck's carriage and suddenly said: "Jing Ge, it seems like there is someone hanging from the truck."

  Jing Ge didn't see it on the left side of the road, but when he heard Yuan Dao tell him, he immediately let him swerve towards the truck's cab, warning that there was danger ahead and signaling for the truck to stop immediately.

  The truck was illuminated by the headlights and instead of stopping, it accelerated towards the two cars.

  "Damn it!"

  Yuan Dao didn't expect the truck to come straight at him. If it were an ordinary car, he would have crashed into it without hesitation. But today was a different story, with this massive heavy-duty vehicle, if they collided, his and Jing Ge's cars wouldn't stand a chance.

  Jing Ge's car was about to collide with the truck, the wheels twisted like a spiritual cat, turned right and safely passed by closely sticking to the side of the truck.

  "Let's put it together."

  Yuan Dao saw Jing Ge pass through the truck, and he couldn't choose to stop or back up, so he gritted his teeth and turned the steering wheel, turning the car to the edge of the mountain cliff. The two wheels on the left side bit into the cliff, while the two wheels on the right side rolled on the ground, with the car body slanting as it drove, scraping against the truck's body, the tires crushing the grass and trees by the roadside, continuing to speed along.

  Yan Ying saw an Audi sedan flying over from the opposite side, subconsciously dodging to the inside, her body almost sticking to the truck's compartment, barely escaping the sedan by a thin margin of one centimeter. As she was hit by the sand and stones stirred up by the Audi, her body shook with excitement, unintentionally touching Xiao Xiao's hand holding scissors behind her.

  Xiao Xiao was holding the scissors, about to cut off Yan Ying's hair, when he suddenly saw the two cars that had passed by earlier split from the truck on both sides. He hurriedly tried to retrieve the scissors in his hand, but unexpectedly, with a touch from Yan Ying, the scissors involuntarily flew out of his hand again and soared upwards.

  "My god."

  Xiao Xiao knew that he couldn't afford to lose another chance. He let out a loud cry, pushed off the bicycle pedal with his foot, and jumped vertically into the air, stretching out his long arm to grab the scissors. As he fell back down, his left hand firmly grasped the iron block on the side of the truck's cargo compartment, while his feet landed on the protruding edge of the compartment, clinging to it like a gecko, tightly stuck to the side of the truck.

  The veteran bicycle, once a proud and self-sufficient vehicle, suddenly became unmanned but still relied on its indomitable inertia to chase the truck for a while. Finally, due to the strong gravitational force, like a warrior who had fought for a long time and exhausted his last drop of blood, it bravely lay down in the middle of the mountain road.

  Xiao Xiao's left hand grasped a piece of iron on the side of the truck, his two feet stepped on the edge of the carriage, and his right hand held scissors. "Whoosh" The scissors opened, revealing sharp blades. He twirled the scissors in his hand, gave a mysterious smile, stuck out his tongue, made a ghost face at Yan Ying, and said: "Come on, beauty, what hairstyle do you want? Bob, bald head, or messy hair? Or should I add some color for you?"

  "Hey, hurry up! Leave me a little more." Yan Ying didn't expect him to be joking at this time.

  Xiao Xiao used her index finger to open the scissors, and with the sharp blade of the scissors facing Yan Ying's hair, she made a smooth cut, like a boat paddle gliding over calm water, gently cutting off Yan Ying's long hair, which cascaded down like a waterfall.

  Yan Ying's hair was cut off, she tilted her head to one side and stood up straight, completely relieved. She rode her bicycle, touched her own hair, feeling that not much had been cut off. Moreover, the place where her hair was cut off was neat and tidy, it seemed that it didn't affect its appearance at all. She let out a long sigh, extremely happy in her heart. It's just that she felt that the backpack behind her back was quite empty.

  Xiao Xiao saw Yan Ying get off, and then he grasped the iron block at the back of the carriage like a monkey climbing a rock, climbed up two steps, rushed to the top of the carriage, flipped over, and turned the carriage over. He stood up straight on the carriage, facing the vast expanse of cool wind, gazing at the last remnants of the distant sunset, his mood was different.

  Yan Ying rode on a small bird cart, following the truck, wanting to see it come down. But he saw him climb onto the top of the carriage, standing there looking forward, not knowing what he wanted to do, and shouted loudly, "Come down quickly."

  Xiao Xiao clutched the scissors tightly in her hand, and upon hearing her cry, turned around to smile at her, saying: "I'm going to eliminate those two truck-driving beasts."

  Yan Ying saw his anger and thought to herself: since she was fine, there's no need to pursue the matter further. If he insisted on standing up, with the strong wind blowing against him and the carriage shaking violently, it wouldn't be safe. So she shouted out: "You quickly get down, I've already memorized the truck's license plate number, we can settle this later."

  Xiao Xiao understood that a gentleman takes revenge, and ten years is not too late. Those two drivers must take responsibility for their actions towards Yan Ying today. Moreover, his beloved bicycle was left in the mountains, and he also didn't know how Zhang Bei and Lu Ting were doing. Had they caught up?

  Xiao Xiao thought of this, temporarily gave up the plan to attack the driver's cab, took a few steps back to the edge of the carriage, squatted down, used his hands to hold onto the iron block on top of the carriage, and slid his body to the back of the carriage. Waiting for an opportunity, he jumped down under the carriage.

  Xiao Xiao jumped up and collided with Yan Ying, who was riding a bike and skidded. The two of them crashed into each other in mid-air and rolled into the roadside bushes, with him pinning her underneath him.