The little spider asked this because earlier, when they went out during the day, Zhou Yuan had said that the last time they encountered a giant rat, he used his seven years of QQ Speed driving experience to escape.
At that time, Lin Ye Bai remained silent, and Coach Wang didn't say a word either.
"Uncle Lin?" The little spider asked in confusion.
Lin Ye Bai pressed the gas pedal to the floor. The truck surged forward, and the little spiders inside were tossed around wildly, feeling dizzy and forgetting to think.
They clung tightly to the seat belts, shivering in fear, afraid they'd be thrown out. There were too many monsters outside, and Mom was right—little kids can be eaten by big monsters if they go outside!
Suddenly, the sound of a huge explosion echoed, and tears streamed from their eyes.
"Mommy, wuwuwu..."
"Mommy... wah..."
"Are we orphans now... wuwuwu..."
"They're fine." Lin Ye Bai had faith in his companions.
Coach Wang and Zhou Yuan were strong and would definitely survive.
A mutant creature clung to the back of the truck, crashing into it with a loud sound, trying to pry open the door with its claws and squeeze inside.
"Creak..."
The old hen's belly was bulging as it tightly hugged the fish meat. Due to the truck's wild movement, it was thrown around the cargo hold, trying desperately to steal a bite. Even if it died, it wanted to die full!
It didn't slack off. Every time a claw reached in, the hen spat fire.
Mutants still feared fire, and the fish meat caused a mutation in the hen. The flames turned golden, much hotter than normal fire, quickly burning the truck's door.
The hen, scared by the outside air, was trembling, knowing it might not escape death. It used all its strength to lay an egg while still spitting fire. After a while, it called out twice to remind others of its presence:
"Cluck, cluck—"
"Cluck, cluck—"
The whole truck turned into an oven, and the fish meat gave off an irresistible aroma. The truck was emitting a deadly allure, attracting more and more mutants to join the chase.
Coach Wang and Zhou Yuan stood on a high building, looking into the distance.
The truck was like a wild dog, crashing around the neighborhood.
Its driving skill was hard to describe, as it knocked over countless dry trees and trash cans.
Luckily, Lin Ye Bai knew how to avoid buildings, so there was no disaster.
A long line of mutants chased behind the truck, their necks craned as they sprinted wildly.
At the moment of the explosion, Coach Wang grabbed Zhou Yuan and jumped out, using spider silk to cling to another building. As soon as they reached the rooftop, they saw an astonishing scene.
From the high vantage point, the truck looked like a bait, attracting countless mutants. If you ignored their bloodshot eyes and twisted bodies, the scene was oddly reminiscent of the Olympic spirit.
Coach Wang and Zhou Yuan exchanged a glance, their expressions complicated.
"Should we catch up and blend in?" Zhou Yuan began adjusting his backpack straps, hoping to secure the important items they had taken from the truck. They couldn't afford to lose them.
"Sure." Coach Wang nodded with concern, worried about the little spiders in the truck.
"Is abandoning the truck an option?" Zhou Yuan suddenly asked.
"It would be faster to die." Coach Wang thought they were not just chasing the fish meat in the truck. Back at Central Park, the giant koi fish had always followed Lin Ye Bai.
Things had escalated to this point—if they abandoned the truck, the wild mutants would swarm them, eventually fighting and eating each other until one evolved to dominate the rest.
"Let's think of a way to get on the truck first, then we can drive it. If our driving is good, maybe we can shake them off." Zhou Yuan suggested.
"Alright." Coach Wang agreed.
"Ah—"
On a building rooftop in the neighborhood, Zhou Yuan's signature scream rang out.
"Come on~ let's have fun~"
His voice had an odd penetrating quality, easily recognizable.
Lin Ye Bai heard it and circled the neighborhood, driving from another direction.
He had barely entered the driver's seat when the truck seemed to have undergone decades of wear from long-distance transport. Every part of the truck was screeching, and occasionally, they could hear something clinking to the floor—something had fallen off.
The truck's front was already dented, and the windshield was shattered in a spiderweb pattern, making it hard to see ahead. The only thing visible was whether there were large buildings in the way.
As Lin Ye Bai drove past the building where the explosion had occurred, he saw Zhou Yuan waving. He quickly turned the wheel and crashed the truck in that direction.
He tried to step on the brakes but seemed to press the wrong pedal, causing the truck to lurch forward even faster.
[Literary Guide Master]: Brothers, am I driving right?
[Soft Cat Ears]: Oh my God! Does Ye Bai really not know how to brake?!
[Gutha, God of Darkness]: Oh my God! This guy's driving skills are unbelievable!
[Abyss Lord]: A gleam flashed in his deep eyes, and his lips curled: "Impressive!"
[Golden Egg Fried Rice]: Ahhhh! I captured Ye Bai's shocked expression!
Coach Wang and Zhou Yuan had anticipated this, immediately dispersing and avoiding the truck's front. They each took a different direction and climbed onto the cargo hold.
Looking down, their hands burned from the heat.
Damn! The truck's cargo hold is burning hot.
They quickly crawled toward the front of the truck's door.
The side window was half-shattered, and Zhou Yuan easily reached through to open the door, squeezing inside. Coach Wang followed closely behind.
"Mommy! Mommy—"
The little spiders cheered and crawled over to Coach Wang.
"Mr. Lin, let me drive."
Coach Wang was desperate. He had never seen anyone drive a truck like a wild bull before.
Lin Ye Bai moved aside and switched to the passenger seat.
Coach Wang squeezed into the driver's seat, feeling extremely relieved.
As they swapped positions, the truck veered out of control and knocked over a trash can.
Coach Wang drove toward the neighborhood's exit, choosing a wide road.
After taking over, the truck stabilized significantly. Coach Wang was dissatisfied with the poor visibility ahead, so he punched the windshield, shattering it completely. The night wind, filled with the smell of blood and flowers, poured in.
"Coach Wang, let's play some music!"
Zhou Yuan, sitting in the back, was excited, his tail wagging.
He had never imagined that today would be so thrilling—constantly walking the line between life and death.
Coach Wang switched on the radio, but there was no signal. However, there were some local songs downloaded by the original truck driver:
"Old driver, take me to Kunming~"
"Old driver, take me to the provincial capital~"
"Ali li~ Ali li~ Ali Ali li~"
This was the DJ version of "Old Driver, Take Me," and the beat was especially fast.
Coach Wang immediately got energized and drove at full speed, drifting stylishly around a corner, shaking off the mutant army by more than ten meters.
The dark night was engulfed by a blood moon as the destroyed city became the stage for a chase between the truck and the mutants.
The battered truck showed off various stunts on the road while the mutants relentlessly pursued it.
More and more mutants joined the pack along the way. They had no idea why they were chasing, but seeing the other mutants follow, they blindly joined in.
Only three songs played in the truck, and now the songs became full of lingering emotion:
"Come on~ let's have fun~ there's so much time~"
"Come on~ let's wander~ there are so many directions~"
The countless mutants behind swayed to the music, their eyes full of longing.
"Let's just keep driving forward, until dawn."
Coach Wang showed extraordinary driving skills, still calm and collected.
After being chased for so long, they had become numb to it.
It was simple: either they die or they live.
The little spiders had all fallen asleep, very obediently.
"Coach Wang, what did you do before? I can't help but feel that you're not just an ordinary gym trainer." Zhou Yuan was in awe of Coach Wang's driving skills.
"Just ordinary..."
"Let me guess."
"Were you a retired race car driver?"
"Nope."
"A rich family chauffeur?"
"You flatter me."
"A retired special forces king?"
"I used to be a taxi driver." Coach Wang almost burst out laughing.
"That's amazing." Zhou Yuan gave him a thumbs up, pulling out a crumpled cigarette from somewhere and lighting it up, offering one to Lin Ye Bai.
"Lin Bro, come on, have a Zhonghua."