No one knew how much time had passed when suddenly Ryan Bennett felt an intense, stabbing pain in his chest. His whole body convulsed, and amidst the spinning world, he came back to himself.

Then he realized he was still standing in front of the sink. He took several deep breaths, swallowed, and looked around, only to find there were no bloodstained hands, no swirling vortex of thick black mist, and no bloodshot eyes.

There was only the quiet restroom, the sound of water dripping from the faucet, and the harsh white light gently shining down from above. He was still holding himself up with both hands on the sink, staring into the mirror in front of him, as if everything he had just experienced had been nothing but a hallucination!

Ryan Bennett stood there in confusion for a while, then walked out, picked up his shopping basket, and headed to the checkout. But as soon as he left the restroom, he froze, because he saw that the staff inside had already started mopping the floor and tidying up the shelves.

This ordinary scene meant it was already close to nine thirty, since the supermarket closed at ten. To get off work on time, the sales clerks and guides would definitely start cleaning up early.

But Ryan Bennett clearly remembered that he had left home at seven thirty. When he left, the small shop at the entrance was playing the CCAV weather forecast on TV. Even walking from his home to the supermarket wouldn’t take more than twenty minutes, and he never lingered in the supermarket—he just bought what was on his list and left. So, in the restroom...

He had stayed there for nearly an hour and a half!!

Such a bizarre event made the hair on Ryan Bennett’s back stand on end.

“This... this is impossible!”

If he had really been standing at the sink with both hands for an hour and a half, someone in the supermarket would have come to check on him long ago. At the very least, they wouldn’t be looking at him now with such indifference.

What on earth had happened during that hour and a half?

Chapter 2: The Allure of That Collision

With heavy doubts, Ryan Bennett picked up his shopping basket and placed it in front of the cashier. After scanning and paying, he picked up his goods and was about to leave, but something unexpected happened. As he was leaving the supermarket entrance, the scanner beside him suddenly started beeping.

Ryan Bennett was a bit confused, and a security guard nearby, very practiced, stepped to the door, pressed a hand on his shoulder, and said with a fake smile:

“Be honest, take out your things.”

A stout, heavyset woman nearby seemed to get a shot of adrenaline and jumped up:

“Aha! You little brat, you actually dared to steal something!!”

At this moment, Ryan Bennett was filled with indignation, his face flushed as he said:

“I didn’t... cough cough, cough cough.”

Excited, he bent over and started coughing violently. The security guard thought he was trying to play tricks and escape while no one was watching—something like this had happened before and cost him half a month’s bonus. So this time, he simply and roughly grabbed the nearly collapsing Ryan Bennett and dragged him inside, loudly calling for help.

The stout woman was even more excited, running over with her fat shaking, and as she got close, she raised her arm, looking like she was about to slap Ryan Bennett several times.

But in the next second, something terrifying happened!!

A deep rumbling suddenly came from the street. Everyone was familiar with this sound—it was the roar of a heavy truck engine that often passed by here. But mixed in with the engine noise was a sharp horn.

Immediately after, a heavy truck, loaded with at least seventy tons, had completely lost control and charged in with a cold gust of wind, slamming into the supermarket at over eighty kilometers per hour.

The heavy truck shot past less than a meter from Ryan Bennett at an astonishing speed. The supermarket entrance pillars were instantly pulverized, and the metal framework softened and deformed as if it were clay.

The out-of-control truck plowed a path of flesh, concrete, and metal through the supermarket entrance, then continued for another twenty meters or so before crashing headlong into a five-story building behind.

The building’s exterior was still red brick, not even painted, and was probably much older than Ethan Bennett. How could it withstand such destruction? After shaking twice, it collapsed with a crash, burying half the truck’s cab and sending up a huge cloud of dust...

Everyone present was so shocked by this tragic scene that they were speechless for more than ten seconds. It was only the agonized screams of the injured that brought them back to their senses, and they hurried to help.

At this point, who cared about the earlier alarm from the machine? Ryan Bennett naturally helped as well, working up a sweat. Later, others saw that his coughing was so severe—even coughing up blood—that they hurriedly urged him to go rest on the side.