The Ghost Hand's strength was astounding, and no matter how hard Liu Zheng tried, he couldn't fight back.
After a few attempts, he gave up.
He was really stupid, truly.
He knew that drunk people could get rowdy, but he didn't realize that a drunk hand could too.
And the stupidest part was, the alcohol had been supplied by Liu Zheng himself.
Now he was full of regret, deep regret.
Amidst Liu Zheng's incessant muttering, he was dragged into the delivery passage.
Although he couldn't see the road, he could feel the Ghost Hand constantly turning, changing directions, and drifting.
Its maneuvers were extreme, and several times Liu Zheng barely brushed against the walls.
If he could have a conversation, he would definitely tell the Ghost Hand one thing,
"There are a million roads out there, safety comes first. Drive without care and your loved ones shed tears."
Too bad he couldn't speak.
After several minutes of what felt like a wild ride, the Ghost Hand finally stopped.
