A few meters ahead of the car, a wheelchair not yet switched out for the auxiliary machinery was waddling forward. Compared to before, his walking was no longer as arduous; he was gradually approaching the level of a normal person. The street nerd from the Land of Light, upon hearing of this, volunteered to tailor a very reliable rehabilitation training for him.
That is, chasing him with a Jeep. If he couldn't run, he'd be smashed to death.
Hearing the engine roaring closer behind him, the dusty wheelchair could only desperately quicken his pace.
After all, this was in the game; he truly wasn't sure if that group behind him wouldn't just hit him for fun.
Turning back, he saw the Jeep painted with Dual-Cane Tyrant livery was almost upon him, and he couldn't help but curse out loud.
"Seven's still chasing me, dammit!"
The street nerd in the passenger seat immediately popped his head out from the sunroof upon hearing this.
