The Red Dragonfly laughed, an exceptionally alluring smile.

It was well worth her volunteering for the task of stopping the car.

Although Wu Shou didn’t stop under the pressure of her beauty, which left her slightly displeased, Wu Shou was still somewhat intriguing, huh.

Thus, the taxi shook violently back and forth...

Five minutes later.

Wu Shou felt that life was utterly meaningless. There’s no such thing as a great calamity leading to great fortune; rather, surviving one calamity only leads to another.

There’s no rock bottom rebound, only another bottom beneath the bottom.

Wu Shou lay slumped in the passenger seat like a corpse that had been drained of bones, all his harsh words turned into weak, pitiful whimpers.

He seemed to understand why refusing to carry passengers could get your license revoked.

Yes, he might die, because the passenger seat only carries the dead, he himself had said it~

The Red Dragonfly politely exchanged seats with Wu Shou and was now elegantly gripping the steering wheel.

Wu Shou cautiously looked through the rear-view mirror at the three men who had gotten in and sat in the back row.

One was bald, with an oily sheen reflecting under the dim light;

Another wore a well-tailored black suit, his eyes eerily white;

The third was shrouded in the shadow of a roomy hoodie, holding a cold storage container.

As for who they were, where they came from, or where they were going, Wu Shou didn’t know, nor did he dare ask.

"Refusing passengers is impolite. We really don’t want to hurt you, so..." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The Master of Ceremonies poked his head out from the back seat, with an "I’m a good person" expression, explaining to Wu Shou.

Wu Shou’s scapula was broken, and he couldn’t turn his neck, yet he responded with unusual understanding:

"Understand, understand, it’s my fault, a lack of professional ethics on my part."

The Red Dragonfly gave a sidelong glance at the passenger seat, her bright red tongue licking her lips, she still preferred Wu Shou’s earlier fierce demeanor.

The Master of Ceremonies then comforted:

"To err is human, and to forgive divine. Let’s do this, you take us to a place, and we’ll forgive you and let bygones be bygones."

Wu Shou: "....."

Thank you so much for forgiving me.

Wu Shou wasn’t an idiot, after getting beaten half to death, his IQ potential was greatly stimulated, and he could roughly guess the intentions of these lunatics.

Come on, if you are looking for someone, just say it, why make it so violent?

Although, to be honest, without violence, he probably wouldn’t have cooperated obediently.

Unless you can show a more terrifying "skin" than the Black Yama, just sticking out your tongue wouldn’t really scare him.

Seeing Wu Shou agree obediently, the Master of Ceremonies finally revealed the destination—Zuo Bai.

Wu Shou used his still-functional right hand to pull out his phone, the Red Dragonfly had deliberately left him this arm for this very moment.

He endured great pain to unlock the screen, and entered a layer of encrypted passwords into the navigation app.

When the words "Zuo Bai" were entered as the navigation destination, tears of humiliation fell from Wu Shou’s eyes.

He was a Corpse Recovery Man, okay, his actual job was retrieving bodies, being a taxi driver was just his disguised identity.

Why did both the Black Yama and these unknown lunatics seem to genuinely believe he was a taxi driver?

Could you please show a little respect for the Corpse Recovery Man?

The Master of Ceremonies waited for a while, and then very considerately reminded:

"You can take us to the correct destination, right? Taking us to the wrong place would be worse than refusing to take us, no problem?"

Wu Shou looked at the enlarged photo on the Master of Ceremonies’ phone, quickly searching among the destinations with the same name for a match, while firmly stating:

"Please rest assured, getting passengers to the correct place as quickly as possible is my sole mission as a taxi driver!"

The destinations matched.

The phone’s navigation chimed with a "beep beep" sound.

"Coordinates locked, planning route to [Zuo Bai] for you!"

The Master of Ceremonies showed a satisfied smile, leaning forward, stretching out his arm, reaching around Wu Shou’s body, making Wu Shou’s heart leap into his throat.

"Click."

A soft sound, and the seatbelt was thoughtfully and securely fastened onto Wu Shou by the Master of Ceremonies.

The Master of Ceremonies smiled and comforted:

"Don’t be afraid, I’m a person who strictly follows the rules, as long as you take us to the destination, we won’t pursue your refusal of service any further."

Being strapped into the seatbelt was proof enough; someone who strictly adhered to traffic rules must be a rule-abiding person...right?

Wu Shou swallowed, trying hard to squeeze out a smile, then hesitantly asked:

"Thank you, thank you so much. By the way, could you tell me who you are? No other reason, I’m just a bit curious. If it’s inconvenient to say, never mind...."

As soon as his words left his mouth, a strong regret seized him, wishing he could immediately rip his own tongue out by the root!

Curiosity killed the cat, asking such questions at a time like this is practically wishing for a faster death!

The Master of Ceremonies smiled without a word, remaining silent. Just as Wu Shou thought the other wouldn’t answer, the latter glanced at the Captain of the Constables.

The Captain of the Constables was very pleased with the Master of Ceremonies’ attitude. Introducing oneself was such a dignified matter, only the captain was appropriate to do so.

The bald Captain of the Constables grinned, revealing rotten teeth, and articulated:

"E-very-thing-is-guided-by-[Destiny]!"

"[Destiny]...?"

Wu Shou subconsciously repeated, his mind a blank slate.

His pupils contracted drastically to the size of needlepoints, his face turning ashen as paper.

Oh my God!

This time it’s really the end, a hundred times worse than the time he encountered the Black Yama.