Chapter 342: Boss Fang's Off-Road Vehicle (Happy New Year's Day)

During the live stream, Boss Fang played music in the car, which was audible to everyone.

The female voice behind him clearly heard it too.

"What song is Boss Fang playing?"

"What are they singing?"

"Brothers surviving the storm?"

"What's going on?"

Lines of exasperation filled the viewers' foreheads.

By then, Boss Fang had already turned on the mobile navigation system.

Los Santos was almost a real-life recreation of Los Angeles, and the original map size was already massive, which the system version had naturally expanded upon.

Thus, to reach the suburbs as quickly as possible, Boss Fang warned, "Please fasten your seatbelts."

He then immediately sped down the road.

Unlike ordinary sedans, armored vehicles like the Kuruma were incredibly difficult to wreck, allowing Boss Fang to race along at breakneck speeds.

"Boss, what are you doing? Why are you driving outward?" Mo Xian suddenly shouted from the back.

"What are you up to, Boss?" Nalan Mingxue was also completely bewildered.

As the car neared the outskirts, Boss Fang glanced at the navigation and plunged right off the main road, driving straight up a nearby hillside. The normal, smooth ride instantly transformed into a bumpy off-road journey. The car twisted and turned through the rugged terrain, dodging bushes and trees, yet maintaining an incredibly high speed.

"Taking a shortcut," Boss Fang said calmly. "You're dealing with an experienced driver here, why panic? Haven't you ever seen an off-road vehicle?"

The Kuruma driven by Boss Fang smashed through a fence. The excessive speed combined with the uneven terrain caused the entire vehicle to tilt onto its side before rolling over and landing upright. Boss Fang calmly continued driving through the farm.

"Awesome, Boss!"

"Boss, are you driving a mountain bike?"

"That was practically driving at a ninety-degree angle..."

Sitting in the car, Mo Xian said, "...Boss, can you please drive properly?"

"Can you even handle this?" Nalan Mingxue felt dizzy and was on the verge of nausea. "If you can't, let me drive!"

Boss Fang ignored them completely, continuing his off-road descent down the hillside.

After some time, the front wheel struck an unknown object, causing the entire vehicle to spin seven hundred and twenty degrees in mid-air before landing heavily and steadily on another pathway with a loud crash.

The dizzy Nalan Mingxue, Mo Xian, and the others were ready to cough up blood: "..."

(I believe many people drive exactly like this in the game.)

The spectating crowd: "..."

"Boss, do you even know how to drive?!" Mo Xian screamed frantically from the back seat.

"Didn't we just save another ten minutes or so?" Completely unrepentant, Boss Fang continued his off-road drive.

"I want to get out!" Mo Xian could no longer take it, feeling sick from all the jolting. On top of that, there were mid-air inversions, three hundred and sixty-degree spins, and whirlwind-like barrel rolls...

"I've already locked the doors," Boss Fang said apologetically. "Did you really think you could escape after getting in?"

"Hahaha! Boss, I'm impressed!"

"Smooth!"

"Boss, is it really okay for you to do this?"

"I plan to practice this kind of driving technique. Is there anyone brave enough to experience it?"

The members of the Nanhua Sect felt a wave of relief: "Good thing we didn't get in..."

Despite Boss Fang's reckless handling, the Kuruma remained largely undamaged. Even if it were damaged, a man of big ambitions like Boss Fang clearly didn't care about a little repair money.

After a twenty-to-thirty-minute drive, they arrived at the airport. Boss Fang drove straight inside, instantly running over two gang members who weren't watching where they were going. Shouts, curses, and gunfire immediately rang out.

Boss Fang drove with one hand and held a gun with the other. The car window was rolled down only slightly, creating a narrow slit that allowed just enough room to stick the gun out while maintaining a sufficient line of sight. For enemies outside, trying to hit anyone inside the car from a distance was incredibly difficult.

With a few precise pistol shots, two enemies fell. Nalan Mingxue followed his example, instantly taking down three people with a submachine gun.

"So accurate!"

"Amazing!"

The players from the Morning Star Sea were also stunned: "Boss Fang is accurate, but how is this Nalan girl so precise too?"

Black Demon nodded and said, "Three shots, three headshots."

Meanwhile, Mo Xian fired wildly with her submachine gun, killing one and wounding another.

Ning Bi refrained from taking action.

"Should we get out of the car?" Nalan Mingxue asked.

"No need," Boss Fang replied, shooting while driving. "Clear out the surrounding enemies, and make sure nobody dies!"

"More than ten are already dead!"

"Boss Fang is awesome!"

"This Nalan girl is really accurate too!"

"The two in the back are definitely total newbies!"

Mo Xian: "..."

Ning Bi observed the battle with curiosity, while adding that she had already admitted to being a newbie beforehand.

"Clear out the ones hiding in the corners!"

Nalan Mingxue gave a acknowledgment gesture, firing her submachine gun in bursts, hitting every single target.

"Get out," Boss Fang ordered. "Help me drive the car back. I'll take these two newbies for a plane ride."

"Take me along too next time," Nalan Mingxue requested, calculating carefully.

Boss Fang gave her an "OK" gesture.

"Get out, get out! Everyone get on the plane!" By this time, the enemies had been mostly cleared out, though members of the Vagos gang would undoubtedly keep coming in waves.

Dividing the tasks, Boss Fang took the others onto the plane to take off, while Nalan Mingxue drove Boss Fang's car back.

"Next, I will explain the key points of flying a plane. If you find it hard to understand, I suggest you go to the offline mode to learn how to pilot one." Under Boss Fang's control, the five-seater Miljet quickly taxied out of the hangar, and after accelerating down the runway for a bit, it gradually lifted off the ground.

"It actually took off?!" Daoist Master Xichi stared at this "spiritual artifact" which she had never managed to fly herself, her expression filled with slight astonishment.

"This plane is amazing!"

"Can this thing really fly?" Liang Shi and the others looked at the screen, still finding it hard to believe.

Isn't this just a giant piece of iron?

Watching a plane fly on its own was entirely different from watching someone actually pilot it into the sky. The crowd gathered around the large screen and behind Boss Fang's computer watched him methodically fly the plane into the heavens. It was their first time seeing a piece of iron that required no spiritual energy soar through the sky like a spiritual boat, filling them with a profound sense of novelty.

Moreover, the aerial view of a modern city was vastly different from that of an ancient one. A bustling metropolis like Los Santos possessed a striking sense of order, with skyscrapers, residential houses, an airport, a harbor, and a urban area far grander than any ancient city.

"Why doesn't this city have any defensive walls?"

"It really doesn't seem to have any!"

"How exactly did these people build their fortifications?"

"Are they not afraid of an enemy breaking in?"

As cultivators from a world where every city was girded by grand walls, protective arrays, and restrictive seals, it was naturally difficult for them to comprehend concepts like radar, satellite scans, or missile tracking and interception. Nor could they imagine that this was simply the result of two entirely different civilizations, each unique in its own right.

Seated inside the airplane, Mo Xian, Ning Bi, and the others peered through the windows at the azure sky and the orderly, geometric city sprawling below, finding the sight utterly miraculous.

With her lively, quick-witted eyes fixed ahead, Ning Bi asked, "How does this thing even fly? Just by relying on those spinning blades at the front?"

"Even if that allows it to take off," Mo Xian added, "how does it turn, ascend, and descend? What is the secret behind that?"

They were practically turning into living question-and-answer machines.

Answering their barrage of questions, Boss Fang guided the aircraft toward their designated destination.

The plane traced a graceful arc across the blue sky before smoothly touching down at the specified airfield.

"It is done?" Mo Xian spoke, evidently still a bit dazed by the abrupt conclusion. "It did not seem all that difficult!"

"Well, of course it didn't. I shouldered all the hardships myself," Boss Fang muttered. After all, he had driven a bulletproof vehicle that resembled a mobile fortress just to break into the airport.

Furthermore, piloting an aircraft was universally acknowledged to be no easy feat. Even Boss Fang himself had practiced extensively in offline mode before daring to tackle this mission online.

"6666!"

"The Boss is truly the Boss!"

"An absolute veteran driver!"

"Steady as a rock!"

The realization finally dawned on the audience, and a tidal wave of bullet screen comments began to flood the view.