"In fact, I have a special perception of some things." Leonard Ethan half-truthfully said, looking at the nervous Murphy & Son. "Especially on things related to me, I have a particularly strong sense."
"If I had to go by the popular term today, my sixth sense is rather strong, so I can feel that we will definitely turn misfortune into fortune and won't get hurt by those trash."
The reason Leonard said this was simple –− during the time they will be escaping, Old Murphy's condition will be crucial, so Leonard needs to think of all possible ways to stabilize his condition now.
As for the solution, it was even easier, as the golden finger he currently controlled contained several supernatural powers, and he planned to use one of them.
Unlike Chinese culture, Western culture itself has a high tolerance for such mystical things, and believers in this area are common.
For example, in Europe, many people claim to have prophetic powers or other special abilities, not only can they act openly, but they can even become celebrities on television and newspapers. This sixth sense is one of the most common.
"If that's the case, then we should be lucky that your sixth sense is accurate," Pierce said, cheering up as soon as Leonard finished speaking. "We only have two trucks ahead of us now, and the time left for us is not much."
As he spoke, Old Pierce nodded in agreement while holding the steering wheel. Although Murphy & Son were skeptical about what Leonard was saying to them, they still trusted him to some extent.
One reason was that Europeans, especially the Irish, tend to believe in such things, so they didn't find it strange that Leonard claimed to have a special talent in this area.
On the other hand, because Leonard was of Chinese descent, Murphy & Son thought that he might indeed have a stronger sixth sense than normal people.
Soon, Murphy & Son started praying by holding crosses. They prayed that the deities would help them escape this disaster. Meanwhile, they glanced at Leonard from time to time.
Under such circumstances, Leonard felt that sitting there seemed out of sync with the atmosphere in the car, so he thought for a moment and sat down solemnly, his hands constantly making a series of strange gestures while muttering words.
From the perspective of someone completely unfamiliar with these matters, Leonard now seemed to be a dignified and mysterious figure, uttering incomprehensible spells.
But in reality, if you got closer, you'd find that he was actually reciting: "Great celestial dragon, World Honoured Ksitigarbha, all Buddhas of Prajna... what's the next line? Nevermind, let's just repeat the previous lines, great celestial dragon, …."
However, when these words fell into the ears of Murphy & Son, who didn't understand Chinese, Leonard's image suddenly seemed much more grand.
They felt that the prayer sounded mysterious with an Eastern charm, and listening to the rhythmic and melodious language relaxed Murphy & Son considerably.
"Excuse me, is this –_" At the toll station, the young lady with golden short hair pointed at Leonard and asked curiously.
"This is a ritual of some Eastern religion." Old Pierce explained solemnly to the toll booth worker. "So –_"
"Understood." The toll booth worker immediately shifted her gaze away from Leonard, then briefly checked the automatic recorder on the truck to make sure it was working properly.
As the truck pulled out of the toll station, Leonard placed his hands over his chest in a gesture and pointed at the two parked pickup trucks, chanting, "Grand Elder Lord, as quickly as the law permits."
The reason he used the Taoist curse at this moment was very simple –− he didn't know how to recite the Buddhist curse.
Of course, all these actions were just for show, meant to hoodwink others. Since Murphy & Son were still in the car, certain visual and auditory effects had to be present, as it would help to strengthen their faith.
The real trump card, however, was activated after he finished reciting these things - the once-a-month, all-out Solak's 62nd Group barrage attack on the [Kazan Copper Pot (SR)] Card.
After activating this skill, the light on the [Kazan Copper Pot (SR)] Card suddenly dimmed.
At the same time, the silver text on the card that described this skill turned into a dull gray color, with an hourglass pattern suddenly appearing next to it, the sand constantly flowing downwards.
Then, a palm-sized white stone gate with orange lines appeared in the void, tiny soldiers pouring out of the gate like grains of rice. Of course, these things could only be seen by him.
These soldiers were dressed in standard chainmail and turban-like helmets, with a total of 31 people, each holding a compound bow in their hands.
Unlike normal humans, they looked more like vague human silhouettes with blank faces and a pair of glowing blue eyes.
As these soldiers appeared, Leonard realized how to use this attack. Contrary to what he thought, he can only target one object for this barrage, not being able to increase the target.
"If that's the case--" Leonard's mind raced and then turned to Old Pierce, shouting, "Speed up now, I want those two cars chasing us."
"No problem." Old Pierce stomped on the gas pedal. Although he wasn't sure if what Leonard did just now was useful, he knew that the faster they run, the better the chance they had to shake off their enemies.
"Good luck!" came the voice of the Slovenian from the walkie-talkie. As soon as they hit the highway, the group of Slovenians drove south as previously planned, while Leonard and the others headed west.
Strangely, though, the two pickup trucks gave up on the Slovenians and stubbornly clung to Leonard and company.
"Probably because we have more stuff in our car, so we've been targeted." Watching the two pickup trucks gradually catch up in the rearview mirror, Old Pierce said.
"Several guests who attended the auction with us have been circling around our warehouse. Some of them were out of curiosity, but some were the eyes of that new Spicy Crispy trash."
"Though they probably didn't see exactly what we got since we had a box and were more cautious, they surely saw us taking a bunch of stuff away in the car."
"How will the other side attack on the highway? They can't possibly follow us all the way to France, can they?" Leonard was puzzled, looking at the two pickup trucks maintaining a distance from his truck.
"Of course not. It's just that this place is closer to the city, and there are more people and cars, so it's not suitable to launch an attack." Old Pierce said seriously.
"But as soon as we're a few kilometers ahead of the city, they'll use collision, tire damage, and even attack the cab to force us to stop."
"This might really kill someone." Hearing his father's words, Pierce's face showed a frightened expression. "How dare they?"
"Why wouldn't they?" Old Pierce replied, "Don't forget, these people are members of an extreme organization, not just ordinary robbers. Once they get high on some kind of psychedelic drugs, there's nothing they won't do."
"So in a minute, I will try to collide with them using my car. Of course, I also hope that the magic Lawrence just used is really useful."
Ten minutes later, as the car left the city centre, the surrounding traffic suddenly dwindled.
Seeing this, the two pickup trucks behind them immediately lined up in a column formation and drove from the left side of Leonard's truck, apparently trying to drive parallel to their truck cab and force them to stop.