The sky was just starting to brighten.

I had been driving continuously for twenty-four hours.

My eyes were bloodshot.

At this time, the city was still quiet with few pedestrians and not many vehicles on the road.

I patiently waited at the intersection of "Xiao Alley."

It was now five forty in the morning.

That was the time when the tattooed guy finished work every day.

From that small bar to the intersection of Xiao Alley, the tattooed guy would probably need to walk four hundred and eighty-three steps, taking six minutes and three seconds - this data was the result of my stakeout over the past seven days.

Even with some deviation, the margin of error was within one or two seconds.

I knew that precise data could create the perfect "accident."

Six minutes and three seconds.

I silently counted in my mind.

At this moment, my car was parked about a hundred meters from the intersection of "Xiao Alley."

Three hundred fifty-one...

Three hundred fifty-two...

Three hundred fifty-three...

Three hundred fifty-four...

Time was up.

I pressed the clutch, shifted gears, turned, honked, released the handbrake, eased off the clutch, and hit the gas!

All in one go.

The movements were precise and coherent.

If there was any issue, it was that I honked for too short a time, just a light sound before stopping immediately.

I floored the gas pedal.

The car sped off rapidly.

I continued to count in my mind, steadily controlling the speed of the vehicle.

Three hundred sixty...

Three hundred sixty-one...

Three hundred sixty-two...

Three hundred sixty-three...

At this point, I was less than twenty meters from the exit of "Xiao Alley."

I could clearly see the tattooed guy rushing out of Xiao Alley.

I knew that even though the pedestrian light was red, the tattooed guy had never stopped during the past seven days.

It was still early, and there were hardly any vehicles passing by on weekdays.

How could scum like the tattooed guy possibly obey traffic rules?

Green light to go, red light to stop?

He never cared.

Perfect.

I stepped on the gas pedal forcefully.

"Boom..."

The tattooed guy flew up.

He flew high...

Traced a parabola in the sky, then landed on the ground.

Perfect.

A smile crept onto my lips.

Qiqi, did you see that?

This is my way of settling things for you!

I stopped the car.

I dialed 110.

Of course, I also called the insurance company at the same time.

I got out of the car and casually walked over to the tattooed guy.

At this moment, although he was bleeding from all seven orifices, he was still alive.

Seeing me approach, he weakly said, "Help... me..."

This poor guy still hadn't recognized me.

I crouched down, pretending to check his injuries, and shook his head vigorously, "Wake up, don't fall asleep!"

But I took the opportunity to slam his head hard against the ground!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Once, twice, thrice...

Finally, looking at his widened eyes, I said coldly, "Driving while fatigued, normal avoidance of out-of-control, not guilty. An eye for an eye, well done."

The tattooed guy died, unavenged.

He seemed to have something to say, but he could no longer speak.

Although there was surveillance at the intersection, I had long since checked the range of the surveillance.

Where we were now, although not a blind spot for surveillance, with me deliberately turning my back to the camera, my actions were completely out of its view.