Seized by Wu Li's large hand, he was lifted from his seat like a chick. Glancing at Wu Li's twitching, fleshy face with its forced smile, the man immediately wilted: "Brother... I haven't offended you, have I? What's this... what's the meaning of this..." "What's the meaning of this? You still don't get it?" The man was utterly baffled, both frightened and panicked, his face a picture of helplessness. Zhao Yang found it amusing, unable to help thinking to himself, this is what they mean by a bully meeting his match. Who'd have thought that Wu Li, whom he'd always detested, would actually do something so satisfying. But before he could finish his thought, Wu Li snorted through his nose, "You haven't offended me, no. But you've offended the woman I've got my eye on." "Wh-what?" The man froze, speechless. Yet, pinned by Wu Li's ferocious glare, he fell silent like a cicada in winter, afraid to speak carelessly. This look was completely different from the usual thugs who harassed ordinary citizens. It was an aura of utter recklessness! "Sorry, brother... I really didn't know... sorry..." As if intimidated by Wu Li, the man had lost all trace of his earlier fierceness. If not for being held by Wu Li, he might have been ready to kowtow and beg for mercy. Yet despite his pleas, Wu Li remained unmoved, merely snorting again and uttering a single word. "Talk!" The man's face twitched. "B-brother, you want me to talk... talk about what?" "Talk about what? You don't know?" Wu Li's eyes bulged. "If you dare lie, I'll cripple this hand of yours!" "Brother, let me go, please, brother." The man's face was ashen as he pleaded weakly. "I really didn't steal anything. If I did, may lightning strike me dead, okay, brother..." "You really didn't steal?" Wu Li snorted again, confident and contemptuous as he glanced at the timid, small-statured man. "You, stand up too!" Compared to the thief, the small man was even more afraid of the fierce, towering Wu Li. After a moment's hesitation, he finally stood up. Wu Li sneered, about to mock him, but before he could speak, he suddenly froze. Because he had just noticed something utterly terrifying. That was, the small, frail young man had stood up, but why... did he have no feet? That's right. The thin, weak-looking man with the easily bullied face had no feet beneath him. His semi-transparent legs floated in the air. If you didn't look under the seat, you'd never notice. Could this be... In an instant, Wu Li was almost scared into screaming. But he was a tough character after all. Faced with such a shock, though his face turned pale, he didn't panic. After a brief pause, he quickly regained his composure, coughed dryly, and averted his gaze. "You, you don't need to stand. Anyway, I know that guy stole from you. Don't worry, I'll help you get your stuff back." This was practically him "sucking up" to the ghost, even though Wu Li had no idea if his words would do any good. A ghost! There was a damn ghost in this bus! Wu Li's heart pounded wildly. He didn't know if the ghost had noticed that he'd seen its secret of having no feet... If I've discovered the ghost's secret, will it kill me right away? Wu Li's mind was in turmoil. He couldn't be sure if his glance had triggered a dead end, but no matter what, he couldn't draw its attention again. Who the hell would have thought that this timid, fearful man was the ghost on the bus... As he frantically thought of a way out, he regretted meddling in the first place. Though he thought he didn't care about his life anymore, when a real vengeful spirit appeared before him, he found that he still felt fear, still had a will to survive! To avoid engaging with the other, Wu Li then turned his gaze to the long-haired girl. Strangely, he felt like his eyes were playing tricks on him, unable to make out her face clearly. Was it really his eyesight? He rubbed his eyes, but sensed something was wrong. The small man was definitely a ghost. This girl, whose face he suddenly couldn't see, was likely problematic too. And this man beside him... Wu Li dared not look any further. Sweat poured from him like rain, yet he didn't dare move a muscle. He had seen the ghost's secret, but couldn't let the ghost know. At that moment, Zhao Yang, watching this through the rearview mirror, vaguely sensed something off. But he didn't realize what Wu Li had discovered, thinking he was up to some other scheme. Just then, Zhao Yang noticed they were approaching a station. Relieved, he stopped the bus. But no passengers got off at this stop. He saw two passengers dozing off, so he announced the station name again, yet still no one moved. Suddenly, a flash of ruthlessness crossed Wu Li's face. Then, pointing at the long-haired girl, he barked out an order. "Get off! All of you, get the hell off this bus!" "Wu Li, what are you..." Zhao Yang was stunned and confused. Especially since the long-haired girl had just identified the pickpocket. Kicking her off now might let the thief retaliate, putting her in danger. Despite Zhao Yang's silent signals, Wu Li was unmoved. Under the girl's terrified gaze, he grabbed her and shoved her toward the door. "Wu Li, how can you do this!" Zhao Yang couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up from the driver's seat and walked over to stop Wu Li. But before he could finish speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his nose. Wu Li, as if losing his mind, punched him, sending two streams of blood flowing from Zhao Yang's nostrils. "Wu Li, you're a damn lunatic!" Furious, Zhao Yang cursed loudly, but Wu Li ignored him completely. He grabbed the girl's arm and dragged her off the bus. Then, gritting his teeth, he turned and shoved the pickpocket and the seemingly weak small man off as well. The moment he pressed the button to close the door, Wu Li felt his legs go weak, nearly collapsing to the ground. Three ghosts... that should be fine now. "Wu Li, you bastard! Look at what you've done!" Zhao Yang, clutching his bleeding nose, stared through the bus's rear window and saw the pickpocket grabbing the long-haired girl, dragging her into a dark alley...