Just as Xiao Di finished speaking, Jill Young’s ears perked up and she suddenly shoved Xiao Di aside. The next moment, a car burst out of a nearby shop window with a crash, roaring onto the street and mowing down seven or eight unsuspecting pedestrians.
"Oh crap!" Xiao Di couldn’t help but yell, "We’ve run into the Reckless Rally!"
"Reckless Rally?" Jill Young asked, confused. Just then, a news van sped down the main road and screeched to a halt nearby. Two people jumped out: a frantic reporter dashed over and fired up the mic at the camera, "Hello, friends watching at home! Welcome to the live broadcast of the Reckless Rally on Bloodthroat Channel 3! For those just tuning in, let me explain: driving that ridiculous cat car is today’s special guest—the rising star of Queen’s District, Inkster, leader of the Black Pearl! Inkster truly lives up to her name—skin dark as ink, bones fluid as water…"
While listening to the host’s nonsense, Jill Young kept her eyes on the bizarre car. It was a convertible sports car, decorated in an exaggerated, absurd style. The hood was a giant cartoon cat face, and the four wheels were cat paws. The driver was a Black woman—bald, her head gleaming under the streetlights. But clearly female, dressed in a flamingo-like, revealing outfit.
But she wasn’t the most eye-catching part—the thing that really caught Jill’s attention was the passenger. That person—if you could call them a person—looked like a plush cat mascot in a beige suit, with a piece of paper stuck to their forehead, like a zombie talisman. The paper had two Chinese characters on it, supposedly spelling 'Reliable,' but on closer look, the strokes were split up and recombined into something totally nonsensical.
As the Black woman rampaged down the street, running over pedestrians, a crowd began to gather from afar. Like crazed fans, they waved signs printed with that ridiculous cat face. Their expressions were feverish, shouting like it was a superstar concert.
The street emptied as pedestrians screamed and fled. Not seeing anyone else, the Black woman actually drove straight into the crowd of fans. Some were sent flying, some crushed into pulp, and the cat car became smeared with gore. Fans nearby scattered, but those farther away erupted in excited screams—the kind of screams you only hear from people genuinely thrilled.
"Are these people insane?" Jill Young stared at Xiao Di in disbelief. Xiao Di’s face looked tense: "Those are Die-hard Loyalists, followers of the Maniac. You can’t judge them by normal standards. Any act of killing just makes them worship harder."
"Huh?!" Jill Young’s eyes widened. "Running over your own fans actually boosts your popularity?"
"The one everyone hates is the driver. Mr. Reckless only issues the orders—he’s always untouchable." Xiao Di explained, then quickly pulled Jill Young away: "Let’s get out of here before we get caught up in this. He’ll kill anyone—man, woman, or child."
Jill Young glanced at the weird cat, who suddenly raised its hand. The field reporter immediately fired up with excitement: "Oh, oh, oh, everyone look! Mr. Reckless has raised his hand—he’s issued tonight’s third kill order! Inkster’s racked up quite a few points so far, and if she completes this kill order, she’ll wrap up the night perfectly! Let’s see who Mr. Reckless is pointing his blade at—"
A spotlight from the rooftop shone down, and Jill Young found herself in the blinding beam. To the left, the host shouted, "Look, it’s her! She’s the target!" To the right, Xiao Di looked constipated, like she’d been holding it in for years. Behind, the Die-hard Loyalists scattered, leaving a wide empty space. Ahead, the Black woman floored the gas, and the bizarre cat car came barreling right at her.
"Didn’t expect tonight’s final kill order to land on a woman like this. Zoom in—oh, she’s actually pretty! With my years of expert eyes, I can confirm she’s a rare, 100% natural beauty, no plastic surgery. But no matter, she’s doomed. See, she’s not moving, does she know that once Mr. Reckless gives the order, there’s no way out? Hold your breath, everyone, here comes death—huh?!"
Don’t blame the host for suddenly screaming, or the crowd for erupting, or Xiao Di for bugging out—because just as the cat car was about to smash into Jill Young, she suddenly sprang up, unleashing a lightning-fast kick in classic Foshan Shadowless Kick style. The convertible had no roof, no protection. Jill Young just swaggered up and kicked the Black woman right out of the driver’s seat with a shriek.
With the driver gone, the cat car lurched around like a drunken fool. Jill Young stood in the driver’s spot, staring down the weird cat in the passenger seat. "So you wanna kill me, huh…" Jill Young rolled her shoulders, then suddenly grabbed the cat’s collar with her left hand. Under the shadow on her face, two crimson lights flashed in her eyes: "Getting targeted by you for no reason really pisses me off…"
Xiao Di ran up behind, yelling, "Calm down! You don’t want to mess with him—he’s a maniac!"
"I don’t care who he is!" Jill Young’s right fist shot down like lightning—bam!—smashing right into the giant cat face. The cat didn’t scream, but its face twisted up. "Mess with me…" Left hook, right hook, a flurry of punches rained down, pounding the cat’s face and chest. The passenger seat exploded, and the cat was slammed deep into it. "Let me show you…" Jill Young yanked the cat up, standing on the hood and holding it like a chicken: "Die!"
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Whoosh! Jill Young flung the cat far away, slamming it into a building wall. It slid down and sat there, limp. A few Die-hard Loyalists tried to help their idol, but Jill Young came roaring in with the cat car, smashing right into the cat’s spot. Amid flying car parts, the cat’s paw twitched twice, then finally fell limp.
Jill Young climbed out of the smoking car, casually ripped the talisman off the cat’s forehead: "Souvenir." Then turned and walked away.
Boom—the cat car exploded, flames shooting sky-high, turning everything to dust. In the heat blast, Jill Young strode forward, never looking back.
"I-I-I saw it…" The host stammered for ages, then his eyes lit up: "I saw big news!" (Starting tomorrow, I’m off on vacation. After relentless effort, for the next three days—only one update per day… Fellow readers, please go easy, let me explain. Work’s been crazy busy, lots of overtime, every day I’m rushing to write more chapters. But honestly, it’s backfired. Rushing, no time to think, staying up late and being groggy—it’s a vicious cycle. Writing till midnight every day, and in the end I only got three extra chapters. I think I should slow down and think things over. This arc borrowed some Black Fist Tournament background and will tie in with the main plot, but as usual, I want to throw in some wild stuff. Good content comes from good thinking, so I’ll use the three days off to recharge. Only one update for now, not sure when I’ll catch up—thanks for your patience!)