The military explosion-proof vehicle was incredibly powerful and sturdy; it could even withstand bullets.
On the road, it was only slightly less robust than a tank, and no ordinary truck could ram through it.
Yet, at this moment, the explosion-proof vehicle charged towards Yang Jian like a fierce beast. If it hit him, he would die on the spot; there wouldn't even be a need to go to the hospital.
The explosion-proof vehicle suddenly swerved, crashing into the roadside greenery with a loud bang, rolled right over it, and then screeched to an immediate halt.
The door opened, and out stepped a young man in uniform, his face somewhat gloomy.
The current International Ghost Controller from Dachang City.
"Yang Jian, you sure have guts, not even dodging when the car was headed straight for you. If I hadn't turned the steering wheel in time, you might have become the first ghost controller in history to be killed by a car, haha, I'm just kidding, you don't mind, right?"
After getting out of the car, Zhao Kaiming didn't bother with the accident behind him.
Instead, he walked straight towards Yang Jian.
"No worries, just hit me next time; I'm quite open-hearted, you know. Someone just praised me for this virtue. Why would I mind if you bumped me? After all, when a person dies, all grudges are let go."
Yang Jian squinted his eyes, harboring hostility towards Zhao Kaiming.
Of course, Zhao Kaiming probably had the idea to get rid of Yang Jian since the Huanggang Village incident, after his failure to recruit him.
Not for any other reason.
But because Yang Jian's existence threatened his position as a ghost controller.
"Haha, Yang Jian, congratulations on making it back alive from Huanggang Village. I said before that if you survived, I'd treat you to hot pot. So, when are you free?" Zhao Kaiming still said with a laugh.
But the smile revealed more of a cold and ruthless demeanor.
Yang Jian said, "I think I'll be quite free on the day of your funeral. Please invite me then."
"When speaking with an International Ghost Controller, you should learn to be a bit more polite."
Zhao Kaiming's previously smiling face suddenly turned grim, carrying a hint of threat and warning.
Yang Jian said, "It's because you're too polite that I don't feel the need to reciprocate. Your idea of politeness includes trying to run me over with a car, so a few words from me shouldn't be too much for you to handle, right?"
"If you're in the mood for a fight, I wouldn't mind either."
Zhao Kaiming's grim expression changed again as he smiled and said, "You're right, you're right. What I did just now was indeed not very nice, and I apologize for it."
"Look, I've apologized for the previous incident, so you should be able to grace me with your presence, right? How about the day after tomorrow? I'm off that day; I could treat you to hot pot. We really should talk things over and smooth out our past friction, as well as discuss Dachang City's public security issues. Being from out of town, I'm still not very clear about local matters,"
"and sometimes I might need to rely on a local like you. Otherwise, if something comes up that I can't handle and it destabilizes Dachang City's public order, then I might find it difficult to be responsible."
There was a double meaning in his words.
It was like he was using Dachang City's public security as leverage.
Yang Jian, unmoved, said, "I'm not free the day after tomorrow; you can go eat by yourself. And a simple apology for what just happened? If apologies worked, why would the country have criminal laws?"
"Then what do you want? Speak up and let's see if I can accommodate you. I really hope we can put our differences aside with a smile."
Zhao Kaiming spread his hands, feigning innocence.
"I've brought back a local specialty from Huanggang Village this time, which I think you'll like. If you don't mind, how about accepting it later?" Yang Jian said earnestly.
Zhao Kaiming immediately sensed something; he noticed that the shadow at his feet had slowly risen to its feet.
This wasn't a shadow; it was... a ghost.
A pitch-black hand suddenly grabbed his ankle.
Cold, bone-chilling, as if seized by a corpse.
The following moment, a sound akin to blocks being assembled rang out, and one of his legs was immediately ripped off by that shadow, causing him to lose balance, staggering before tumbling down to the ground.
The headless shadow swiftly retracted, eventually vanishing under Yang Jian's feet, becoming his own reflection.
A leg then fell to the ground,
Zhao Kaiming became furious in an instant, his cold eyes glaring fixedly at him; "Do you wish to die?"
He never expected that Yang Jian would suddenly strike at him.
And to do so unapologetically using the power of a ghoul.
"Sorry, sorry, that just now wasn't on us, no idea what happened, something seemed to be beyond my control, you really can't blame me."
Yang Jian also looked at him with an innocent expression: "How about this, I apologize to you, I'm truly sorry for what just happened, you should be able to forgive me, right?"
"I actually want to make up with you, let bygones be bygones, united and supportive."
"I'm not free the day after tomorrow, but I am tomorrow, how about I treat you to a meal tomorrow? To clear up the misunderstanding?"
The words from before completely reversed.
The one at a disadvantage now was Zhao Kaiming, and the one apologizing was Yang Jian.
Forget past grievances with a smile?
The one at a loss isn't you.
Now, you try to let bygones be bygones with a smile, see if you, Zhao Kaiming, can still smile.
Of course, Zhao Kaiming couldn't smile at this moment; his expression was dark and frightening.
This Yang Jian, he felt like he had become a different person since leaving Huanggang Village; the man before definitely wouldn't have dared to lay a hand on him.
"Not talking? If you don't talk, I'll take it as a rejection, and that's really a pity, I had sincere intentions, but it's okay, you're busy today, you go ahead. There will still be chances next time, after all, there's a long road ahead, right? Sometimes I'll have to ask you more about your insights on handling cases."
"I believe by then, Zhao the Ghost Controller won't skimp on your advice," Yang Jian said with a smile, very politely.
Zhao Kaiming braced himself on the nearby car to stand up, his expression exceptionally cold: "Considering your actions today, have you thought about the consequences?"
"Consequences? Don't be naive, Zhao Kaiming."
Yang Jian walked over and whispered, "The reason I tolerated your provocation at my home wasn't because I was really afraid of you; it was because I wanted to deal with the situation in Huanggang Village and didn't want to waste time on you. Now that I've finished my business, if you want to keep fighting with me, I'm game. Let's see who dies first, you or me."
"Afraid you can't handle it," Zhao Kaiming said.
"I'm afraid you won't live to see it; better deal with what's in front of you first."
Yang Jian pointed at the building: "A Ghost Controller's power is great, but you have to be able to shoulder the responsibility that comes with it."
"Until we meet again."
After speaking, he got into an off-road Mercedes parked in the nearby parking lot and, along with Jiang Yan, quickly drove away.
Zhao Kaiming looked at the severed leg lying on the ground, his anger tempered with rationality.
"The Ghost Eye... Yang Jian? Has he tamed a second ghost?"
"Damn, I miscalculated."