Immortal Bandit

Volume One: If Only We Had Met for the First Time

Chapter One: Witnessing One’s Own Death

No one in this world can escape death. But who, when their time comes, has the chance to see the manner of their own demise?

If anyone could, Tu Zhe must be one of them.

Tu Zhe’s death was abrupt and inexplicable.

He’d thought, at the very least, he’d be arrested first, then tried, and only then face execution or something of the sort. That would have been a normal way to die.

But fate had other plans. When he brought home a live pig, intending to slaughter it illegally, the demolition squad, organized by the Relocation Office, just happened to besiege his house with a dozen roaring excavators bent on forced demolition.

That alone was bad enough. What he shouldn’t have had to see was this: his elderly mother struck down by a squad member’s mattock, her head hitting a brick, blood streaming down her face.

Tu Zhe’s vehicle, laden with the pig, was parked behind hundreds of the squad—he couldn’t get through, so he sat in the cab and watched.

His mother’s cries and her bloodied face sent a surge of hot blood to his head. He slammed into gear, floored the accelerator, and the truck roared as it charged into the squad.

What happened next? Tu Zhe only remembered chaos, bodies flung aside, screams filling the air.

How many did he knock down?

He’d lost count.

Seven or eight? A dozen? Twenty?

In the end, his vehicle stalled after crashing into a half-collapsed courtyard wall.

He sat there in the driver’s