"That car was going way too fast!"
"This is a downtown area, he was driving at least one hundred miles per hour!"
"What's with drivers these days?"
"How's the child doing? Can he still be saved?"
"That driver clearly wanted to kill him outright, just pay more in compensation and be done with it."
"Call the police! Arrest him!"
"Young man, don't be naive. Look at the car he was driving. Even if he killed a few people, nothing would happen to him. At most, he'd serve a few years in prison, and if his connections are strong, someone else could take the blame, and he'd just leave the country to avoid the backlash."
The crowd was buzzing with comments, blocking the entire road.
Ye Qing held the child, pressing on his Baihui Acupoint, but he could clearly feel the child's pulse getting weaker.
