Chapter 96: The Devil and the Angel’s Song

Chapter 96: The Devil and the Angel’s Song

Zhong Lei took five seconds to digest Chen Feng’s words. By then, Chen Feng had already opened the door, jumped out of the car, and was dragging Meng Wanyue from the driver’s seat to the ground.

Zhong Lei instinctively got out of the car and followed. Her head was still a bit fuzzy, but she saw the heavy motorcycle erupting in raging flames and billowing smoke behind them, and the pile of vehicles scattered and tilted from the chain-reaction crash.

She still felt somewhat dizzy, her mind wasn’t working very fast, but she managed to realize that she really wasn’t dead.

“What are you spacing out for? Call the police, quick.”

Chen Feng pressed around on Meng Wanyue’s body, checking her condition. He confirmed she was just unconscious, not dead from sudden illness. Looking up and seeing Zhong Lei still hadn’t reacted, he shouted angrily.

Zhong Lei muttered “Oh, oh,” and began patting herself down, searching for her phone.

Just as she pulled out her phone, Chen Feng pounced over again. His hands moved like swimming fish, sliding up from her hips.

Zhong Lei gasped instinctively. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t mind me, you call the police! I’m checking if you have any broken bones or internal injuries.”

Zhong Lei struggled free. “No, I’m fine. I just hit my head earlier.”

Chen Feng swiftly reached out and grabbed her face, his fingers prying her eyelids open to examine her eyes, checking for signs of bleeding in the brain.

Thank heavens, there wasn’t any.

“Seems not too serious, but still can’t let our guard down. Alright, I’m going back over there now. After you call the police, stay right here quietly. Don’t move around. Wait for the ambulance.”

With that, Chen Feng turned and ran off.

Zhong Lei, hands trembling, dialed the number. Forcing herself to stay calm, she described the emergency to the police while watching Chen Feng’s receding back.

“Ms. Zhong Lei, we have confirmed your report. Thank you for cooperating with our work. Please wait at your location. We will arrive at the incident scene as soon as possible.”

The call operator hung up. Zhong Lei could finally think quietly.

She recalled Chen Feng’s previous phone call. She also recalled, in a vague and hazy state, the moment when she was injured from the collision, so terrified and despairing that her hands and feet turned ice-cold, even moving a finger felt like an impossible luxury—that moment when the man smashed the car window with his fist and sat inside like a heaven-sent soldier.

She was still groggy and disoriented at the time, but incredibly, the instant she saw Chen Feng sit in the driver’s seat, her heart settled down.

Even if she thought that was heaven after death, it didn’t matter; inside, she felt peace again.

She had ten thousand questions in her heart.

She also remembered this was the highway overpass to the airport, so Chen Feng must have ridden his motorcycle all the way here against the traffic.

Chen Feng definitely knew about the accident beforehand. Absolutely.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have charged over like that, risking his life. What on earth happened?

Zhong Lei didn’t obediently stay put. She took Meng Wanyue’s phone and called her brother, told him the situation, and then also headed in the direction Chen Feng had gone.

Rushing to Chen Feng’s side, she had many questions in her heart, but didn’t voice them.

Because Chen Feng, the one who started all this, was now acting like a rescue worker, lifting injured people out of cars.

“Let me help you.”

She moved closer.

“Thanks.” Chen Feng looked back, only then realizing it was her, and said angrily, “Didn’t I tell you to stay put properly? If you… forget it. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Mmm, I’m fine.”

“Alright.”

Seven minutes later, all the injured people who couldn’t move were rescued by Chen Feng and other helpful bystanders.

Perhaps heaven was watching over them, or perhaps these innocent people caught up in the mess weren’t meant to die. A total of twelve vehicles and nearly thirty people were affected by the accident, yet no one was seriously injured.

Only one person had a mild fracture in his arm bone.

This guy was also incredibly lucky. As the driver of the second car in the chain collision, with a container truck behind him, his car got severely crushed front and back. The vehicle body was badly deformed, pinning him inside, unable to move, but somehow avoided all vital spots.

Less than ten seconds after Chen Feng forcibly yanked the car door open and pulled him out, this expensive luxury car caught fire and ignited the cars and the container truck in front and behind.

Anyway, he survived.

Chen Feng, covered in sweat and scratches, sat on the ground, panting heavily. The left sleeve of his down jacket was stained with patches of bright red from the blood that had flowed from the crook of his arm.

His palms also had several open wounds. At some point, a big lump had swelled up on the top of his head, and next to the lump, a cut about a finger’s length long was seeping blood.

Zhong Lei, equally exhausted, sat beside him, her fingers on Meng Wanyue’s wrist nearby, keeping an eye on her pulse.

“Thank you,” Zhong Lei said hesitantly.

Chen Feng leaned back, resting his head against the railing. “Don’t mention it. It was the right thing to do.”

Zhong Lei thought, this probably shouldn’t be considered just ‘the right thing to do.’

Even the best friend wouldn’t necessarily go to such lengths to help someone, let alone succeed at it.

Zhong Lei looked again at the curve not far ahead, less than three hundred meters away. She was certain that if Chen Feng hadn’t arrived in time, she and Meng Wanyue would have been in grave danger.

“How did you know our car would have an accident?”

Zhong Lei finally asked out loud.

Chen Feng grinned. “What if I told you it was because my right eyelid started twitching wildly right after I got off the plane? Would you believe me?”

Zhong Lei: “……”

“Left side means good luck, right side means bad? Really that accurate?” She finally reacted after about a dozen seconds of silence.

Chen Feng shrugged. “Better to believe it’s true than not.”

Zhong Lei asked, “So you borrowed a motorcycle and came?”

Chen Feng: “No, to be precise, I stole it.”

In the distance, police sirens wailed, getting closer.

Chen Feng smiled again. “No major casualties happened, but the trouble I’m in is definitely big. Don’t know how long the sentence will be. So, I’ll give you a surprise first.”

Zhong Lei didn’t know what he was going to do, her mind was just full of confusion.

Chen Feng sprang to his feet, ran back to the X3, and grabbed the guitar he had noticed earlier.

He had no time to explain much to Zhong Lei.

A freshly minted “criminal” stood not far in front of the accident scene he had personally caused, facing the raging flames, his back to the wailing sirens, and began playing and singing “Baptism of Fire” as if no one else was around.

It fit the scene perfectly.

Zhong Lei listened, mesmerized.

He had just finished playing when the police cars arrived.

The driver he had rescued earlier cautiously moved closer, holding his injured arm, and gave a thumbs-up with his uninjured hand. “Bro, you’re awesome! Thanks! I’ll really thank you properly another day.”

Chen Feng ignored him and asked Zhong Lei instead, “The music I composed for your song, is it okay?”

Zhong Lei asked, “So the purpose of you coming this time was to play and sing this song for me in person?”

Chen Feng nodded. “Yes. It’s a shame there’s only a guitar. Actually, I’ve already finished all the arrangements. I’ll give them to you when I get the chance.”

“Every note struck deep into my soul. I’ve never heard such an amazing song in my life, and I definitely couldn’t write such good music. Are you an angel sent by God to earth to save me?”

Chen Feng felt her gaze was a bit off, carrying an indescribable flavor.

It gave him the creeps. He didn’t know how to respond, so he just rambled haphazardly, “No, you can definitely write better ones. You must write better ones! You have to believe in your own talent.”

“I believe in your talent more.”

“Then you should believe in my judgment. I think you’re better than me. You’re just building up your potential, waiting for the right moment.”

“Is today’s incident that moment?”

“Not really. Ahem, songwriting is pretty personal. I shouldn’t say too much. You can think about it later. Let’s not talk about this now.”

Perfectly timed, right then, the guy who wanted to express his gratitude for saving his life chimed in again, saving the awkward Chen Feng.

“Bro, can I get your contact info?”

Chen Feng shook his head, looking at the several police officers walking past him, and said loudly, “No need. You’ll definitely come looking for me later.”

A crowd of victims surged forward from the front. The driver of the first car in the chain collision tearfully accused the driver of the reckless heavy motorcycle, saying he was utterly inhumane.

This person was quite articulate. In just a dozen seconds, he clearly explained how the heavy motorcycle rode against traffic, drifted, how the rider abandoned the bike causing it to fall sideways and tumble, ultimately leading to the fire and explosion.

“Damn! That scumbag rider is really wicked! I was wondering why a motorcycle was burning in the middle of the road. So that’s what happened.”

The guy with the broken arm joined in cursing.

Chen Feng smiled and said loudly, “I’m that scumbag rider.”

“Uh…”

The guy immediately fell silent.

Chen Feng turned back to Zhong Lei and said, “I’m going over there now. The police will definitely ask you for a statement later. Just tell them the truth.”

After saying that, he walked forward. Zhong Lei grabbed the hem of his clothes from behind. “Chen Feng…”

“It’s fine. I can’t run from what I did, right?” Breaking free from Zhong Lei’s hand, Chen Feng walked to the front. “Officers, I’m the motorcycle rider.”

Click.

Handcuffs were on.

Three days later, Chen Feng walked out of the big iron gate alone.

Zhong Lei, Lu Wei, Ou Junlang, Meng Wanyue, and her brother Meng Xiaozhou were waiting for him outside.

With big shots vouching for him, and full compensation paid, and the most severely injured victim actively choosing to forgive him, things were handled much more easily than Chen Feng had imagined.

The specific compensation plan wasn’t complicated.

After learning the whole story, the owner of the heavy motorcycle only asked Chen Feng for double the price: 600,000.

Miscellaneous expenses for highway repair and dealing with the negative impact of the accident, etc., totaled 770,000.

Twelve vehicles were involved in the accident, with a total value of 3.38 million. The owner of the most expensive luxury car, the guy with the fracture, didn’t want compensation and actively forgave him. Chen Feng paid the full vehicle price to the others, totaling 2.13 million.

Medical expenses, lost wages, and compensation for emotional distress for all victims amounted to 1.64 million.

In principle, his actions should have led to detention for three to six months. But considering he also saved people, his compensation and attitude of admitting guilt were good, and he turned himself in, among many other reasons, he was granted bail pending trial. It was estimated they wouldn’t pursue it much further later.

Of course, the above were the explanations given to the outside world.

Chen Feng knew the real reason things were cleaned up so neatly was thanks to Lu Wei and Ou Junlang sparing no effort in making arrangements everywhere.

Who knew how many favors the two of them had called in.

“Master! You scared your disciple half to death!”

Before anyone else moved, Ou Junlang was the first to waddle forward with his big belly, thumping heavily as he ran straight towards Chen Feng.

Chen Feng sidestepped, unable to bear Fatty’s overly affectionate, somewhat-gay enthusiasm.

“Alright, alright, calm down a bit. Be more composed.”

Ou Junlang was still howling. “I saw the car’s rear camera footage, Master! When you flew up and smashed the window, it was just too awesome! Like a Hollywood movie! I can’t calm down! I can’t be composed!”

Chen Feng broke free from his hug, feeling like he’d been wrapped in fatty meat like a sandwich.

Ou Junlang kept shouting from behind, “Master, let’s start a company together! We’ll make action movies! The kind with bang bang bang sparks and lightning all the way!”

Chen Feng chuckled. “I think so too. Let’s form a partnership. But not making movies, just making music. I’ll write songs for you, turn you into a real superstar!”

Ou Junlang was dumbfounded. “Huh? Are you… are you returning the favor? No need. Sister Weiwei did most of the heavy lifting this time. I just trailed behind doing some errands.”

Chen Feng looked at Lu Wei. “Thank you.”

Lu Wei’s beautiful eyes focused on his face briefly but soon drifted to Zhong Lei’s face beside them. She shook her head politely. “No need for thanks. It was the right thing to do.”