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“Only psychiatrists can diagnose schizophrenia patients?”

After the bartender left, Zhang Yangqing looked at the dazed woman in the wide-brimmed hat and asked seriously.

"Yes, schizophrenia patients are very scary. They think that whatever is nearby will appear. I guess the strange things that happened in the hospital might be monsters imagined by schizophrenia patients."

The woman in the wide-brimmed hat said that only psychiatrists knew how to deal with patients, and those patients were very dangerous. Ordinary nurses like them could not come into contact with patients with schizophrenia at all.

The two chatted for a while, but there was not much useful information, so the woman in the wide-brimmed hat wrote down the address of a psychiatrist she knew to Zhang Yangqing.

After doing all this, she left.

The chosen ones did not reveal their identities as taxi drivers at this time.

Because whether the woman in the wide-brimmed hat was going back or not, she had already drunk alcohol and it would be easy for her to break the rules.

At about this time, the wolf demon came over and said, "Boss, everything you ordered is ready. We will teach those motorcycle gangs a lesson soon."

Zhang Yangqing hates the kind of followers who ask questions all over the place and then get no help.

Now that the preparations have been made, Zhang Yangqing takes the wolf demon into the bar again. The bar is still as noisy, and the smell of cigarettes and alcohol is very strong.

Most of the others were still doing their own things, but the bartender lowered his head after seeing Zhang Yangqing, his anger but not being able to speak out clearly showing.

Zhang Yangqing ignored him and walked with the wolf demon to the group of motorcycle gangs. His eyes swept across everyone and finally stopped on the man in the turban.

Everyone here is surrounding him, and he is probably the leader of this group.

Zhang Yangqing raised his lips slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and said, "I heard that you are the fastest knights on this road? Why don't we have a competition to see who is the fastest."

As soon as the words fell, a burst of laughter broke out in the bar.

The motorcycle gang laughed so hard that they fell over, as if they had heard a huge joke.

The turbaned man stood up, brushed the dust off his leather jacket, and grinned, "Interesting, I've never seen anyone dare to challenge us, but we can have a competition. If you lose, you'll have to pay the price."

He didn’t say what the price was here, but if he won the game, he would definitely pay it himself.

The other motorcycle gangs also stood up, and a sense of pressure came instantly, with the eyes of the entire bar focused here.

Zhang Yangqing shrugged and said in a relaxed tone: "No problem."

The turbaned man narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Yangqing, as if trying to find some clues from his face.

But Zhang Yangqing looked calm, as if he was sure of victory.

The turbaned man snorted coldly and waved his hand, saying, "Okay! Then drive from here to the field gas station ahead. Whoever gets there first wins."

Zhang Yangqing nodded in agreement, and after the two parties reached an agreement, they walked out of the bar together.

The night wind was biting, and the motorcyclists got on their motorcycles one after another. The roar of their engines rose and fell, like a group of wild beasts growling.

The man in the turban was riding a modified black motorcycle with ferocious flame patterns painted on the body, making him look particularly domineering.

However, when Zhang Yangqing walked towards the shabby taxi, the motorcyclists were stunned at first, and then burst into even more exaggerated laughter.

The turbaned man widened his eyes, pointed at the taxi, and laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. "Hahaha! You want to compete with us with this broken car? Can this thing run more than 50 yards?"

The other motorcyclists were also laughing so hard that they fell backwards. Some even patted the fuel tank of their motorcycles and taunted them, “Brother, did you pick up this bike from a scrapyard? How about we lend you a bicycle? Maybe it can run faster!”

Zhang Yangqing ignored their ridicule and calmly sat in the driver's seat, while the wolf demon quickly got into the passenger seat.

The turbaned man saw this and felt something was wrong, but his knight's dignity prevented him from going back on his word.

He waved his hand, signaling his men to prepare to set off, and at the same time taunted them, "Don't cry if you lose later, we won't show mercy!"

With a whistle, the motorcycle gang rushed out like arrows, and the roar of their engines cut through the night sky.

Zhang Yangqing calmly started the taxi and followed slowly behind.

The wolf demon sat in the passenger seat and couldn't help laughing: "Boss, they really think they can win."

Zhang Yangqing glanced at the rearview mirror and said calmly, "Let them run for a while. They can't run far anyway."

Sure enough, not long after, the speed of the motorcyclists slowed down significantly.

The man in the turban frowned and looked down at the fuel gauge. It clearly showed that the fuel was full, but the engine began to make strange noises and the power was gradually weakening.

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He slapped the gas tank hard and cursed, "What happened? It was fine just now!"

Other motorcyclists also stopped and the sounds of engines stalling were heard one after another.

At this time, Zhang Yangqing's taxi had already surpassed them.

When passing by, the wolf demon rolled down the window and gave the group of motorcyclists the middle finger.

"Boss, we won! Those guys are probably still cursing on the side of the road right now."

The wolf demon was very happy when he thought of the furious painters or the motorcycle gang.

In fact, just now at the bar, Zhang Yangqing asked the wolf demon to tamper with the motorcycle. He poured out all the oil inside, added water, and filled it with water so that only the motorcycle showed that it was full of oil, but it would not start after driving for a while.

The rules are just to let the Chosen One win the game, and this is definitely one of the ways to do it.

There are other ways, such as putting drugs in the wine, to win the game.

Zhang Yangqing's method saves trouble and allows him to get a lot of oil for free.

This kind of thing was handled by the wolf demon himself, and he must have known that it was a game he was sure to win.

I also admire Zhang Yangqing for being able to come up with such a solution.

As the clear winner, Zhang Yangqing took the lead in driving a taxi slowly into the strange gas station.

The gas station stood alone beside the road. The neon lights on the sign flickered faintly, illuminating the crooked words "Night Owl Gas Station", exuding a gloomy atmosphere.

Seeing these words, no matter how dumb the wolf demon was, he began to wonder, "Brother Tiger, could this gas station and the bar have the same owner?"

Zhang Yangqing pondered, "I guess there seems to be an industrial chain here."

He planned to wait for the arrival of the motorcycle gang here, because if they were willing to accept the loss, they would definitely give Zhang Yangqing benefits. This was the hint of the rules.

But as soon as the car stopped, the wolf demon suddenly took a breath of air through the window, frowned, and whispered: "This gas station has a strong smell of oil, but it is mixed with a faint smell of blood. Something is wrong."