I rely on unlimited life extension

At that moment, Cheng Yi suddenly felt a surge of strength welling up from somewhere within his body. Like a trapped beast in dire straits, he struggled desperately, trying to escape this terrible predicament.

However, the driver thief's strength was immense, like a mountain pressing down, heavy and irresistible. Cheng Yi's resistance seemed so powerless in the face of this overwhelming force, like a leaf falling in a storm, utterly unable to change his fate.

Cheng Yiben was already small and thin, much thinner than the average person.

Moreover, during the difficult period of the past month or so, he has become increasingly haggard due to the illness and the constant travel for medical treatment.

Now, he weighs less than 100 pounds, and his thin, bony body looks like it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Compared to the colossal driver-thief, he was utterly insignificant. The driver-thief's massive body was like an unshakeable mountain, while Cheng Yi was like a fragile pebble at its foot.

The driver thief increased the pressure on his hands, and Cheng Yi felt his world begin to blur.

Golden stars began to appear before his eyes, twinkling like brilliant stars in the darkness, yet carrying an aura of death. Each star seemed to be a reminder that life was slipping away.

A gurgling sound came from his throat, a dull and chilling sound. It was like life itself groaning in pain, his last stand in this moment of despair.

Each sound seemed to express his resentment and fear, echoing in the small space, yet sounding so powerless.

Just then, the system notification sounded like a death knell: "You have 100 hours left to live." The cold voice echoed in the air, sending Cheng Yi's heart sinking to the bottom. Then, the notification sounded again: "You have 50 hours left to live..."

In that critical moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Cheng Yi's mind like lightning. Right, how could he have forgotten about that?

Even if he manages to escape from the vicious driver thief in front of him this time, how can he escape the system that haunts him like a ghost?

What's more, there's also brain cancer, which is ever-present and like the whispers of a demon.

In an instant, a sense of despondency welled up in Cheng Yi's heart, like a blazing flame suddenly extinguished. Forget it, what's the use of resisting? It seems fate has already arranged this cruel end for him, not wanting him to stay in this world a moment longer, so why should he struggle and resist?

The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, like a night sky devoid of stars, leaving only endless darkness. His heart was filled with helplessness and despair, a weariness that penetrated to the very marrow of his bones.

Fine, I accept my fate. Perhaps this is the cruel arrangement of destiny. No matter how he struggles in this quagmire of fate, he cannot escape this tragic ending, just like a drowning person who, no matter how much he waves his arms, cannot get out of the endless abyss.

Cheng Yi finally chose to give up resisting. The moment his strength dissipated like a receding tide, the driver thief's eyes instantly revealed an incredulous question.

His eyes, which had been filled with a fierce light, widened slightly, as if he couldn't believe that Cheng Yi had given up resisting so easily. However, his hand gripping Cheng Yi's neck did not loosen at all; instead, as if receiving some kind of signal, it tightened its grip even more.

His fingers, like iron clamps, gripped Cheng Yi's neck tightly, as if trying to extinguish the flame of Cheng Yi's life completely. The force was so great that it seemed as if he wanted to crush Cheng Yi's neck.

The driver thief's face was slightly flushed with excitement, his reddened face like a burning flame, exuding a ferocious and terrifying aura.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a twisted smile that looked particularly sinister in the cramped carriage.

Cheng Yi felt dizzy, as if countless heavy hammers were constantly striking his head. He seemed to see specks of gold in front of his eyes, and as more and more of them appeared, they gradually blurred his vision.

At the same time, he felt a blood-red color spreading before his eyes, the red like a blood mist gradually enveloping his vision. Cheng Yi, who was quite good at biology, knew clearly that this was the state of his eye capillaries ruptured and his retina beginning to become congested.

At this critical moment of life and death, his thoughts drifted uncontrollably into the distance, and past memories flashed before his eyes like slides.

As life was about to slip away, Cheng Yi's thoughts, like a runaway horse, drifted into the distance.

He thought of the girl he hadn't seen for eight years, and her warm parents. That was the first family he deeply cherished in his memory, holding his most beautiful childhood memories.

However, fate, like a pair of merciless hands, arbitrarily manipulates the trajectory of people's lives. Since junior high school, the two sides have been like two straight lines that intersected and then gradually drifted apart, never to meet again.

Cheng Yi longed to return to those innocent years, to those days when she had her older sister by her side and her parents' love.

He still remembers the last time he saw the young lady's interview on TV; she looked radiant on screen, her eyes filled with happiness.

She said she had fallen in love with a Hong Kong actor, and her smile showed that the sweetness of love had enveloped her completely.

They must be getting married soon, Cheng Yi thought to herself. She wondered if, after all these years, she still remembered the little brother she used to protect? The boy who was always a little timid and cowardly, yet felt warmth under her protection.

As his thoughts continued to wander, Cheng Yi suddenly remembered the old director of the orphanage who had passed away.

When the old dean was still alive, his kind face and gentle words were still etched in Cheng Yi's mind.

The old dean once told him that he hoped he would one day find his biological parents. But Cheng Yi just listened quietly, without revealing his true feelings to the old dean. Because he had never told the old dean how deep his fear of the word "parents" was.

From childhood to adulthood, "parents" has been like two taboo words. Whenever Cheng Yi accidentally hears someone mention them, he feels a strange panic and restlessness.

Over the years, Cheng Yi never tried to find his parents; he simply wished them well in his heart. He simply hoped that his parents, who had left him at the orphanage gate, could live a happy and fulfilling life, no matter where they were.

He hoped their lives would be so good that they would never have to think of him again, nor feel guilty for abandoning him. In Cheng Yi's view, perhaps this was the best ending for him and his parents.

Looking at the driver thief's bloodshot eyes, Cheng Yi suddenly found it a little funny.

For some reason, he seemed to sense that the driver thief's somewhat distorted face was radiating a faint red light, as if he were a demon from hell, about to plunge him into an endless abyss.

Suddenly, a thunderclap boomed, and almost at the same moment, a blinding flash of lightning ripped through the sky.

Lying down, Cheng Yi clearly saw a blue ball of electricity fall from the sky like a shooting star, hitting the driver thief squarely on the back.

The driver thief's body jolted violently, and the two hands that had been pressing on his neck and arms began to tremble slightly. Then, he collapsed limply onto Cheng Yi, twitching, clearly unconscious.

Cheng Yi, who was inside the driver thief's body, also shuddered.

In an instant, a strong sense of numbness spread rapidly throughout his body, as if every pore was occupied by this strange power.

He seemed to smell something burning, but couldn't tell if it was coming from himself or the driver thief. For a fleeting moment, Cheng Yi felt a pang of regret.

He thought, if he had agreed to the driver thief's request and watched some LV from Japan on the player, at least his last memory of dying wouldn't have been a man lying on top of him. It was so humiliating.

But something's not right. How could the numbness have disappeared so quickly? Cheng Yi was full of doubts as he tried to sense the changes in his body.

The shock from the blue electric ball still seemed to be right before my eyes, but the strange feeling in my body was rapidly fading away.

Cheng Yi's coughs echoed violently inside the car, each cough like a final struggle against death. In this arduous struggle, the precious fresh air, like rain after a long drought, slowly flowed into his nearly suffocating respiratory tract once again.

These wisps of air, like a lifeline, gradually restored a glimmer of life to Cheng Yi's extremely weak body.

He tried moving his fingers. At first, his fingers trembled slightly, as if testing his control over his body. But as the air continued to nourish him, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he gradually regained control of his body.

At this moment, the driver thief lying on top of him was still pressing down on him like a heavy mountain, motionless, his fate unknown.

Cheng Yi gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound, as if gathering all his strength. He used all his might, his hands like sturdy pillars, to slowly support the driver thief on top of him.

The process was incredibly difficult; every inch of movement exhausted him.

Just then, Cheng Yi's gaze inadvertently swept across the driver thief's face, and he was immediately startled.

He discovered that the guy was still alive! The driver, a master thief, squinted his eyes, which revealed an indescribable sinister look.

His lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something, or as if some evil curse was brewing.

A surge of intense fear and anger welled up in Cheng Yi's heart, these two emotions intertwined and burned like a raging fire in his chest.

Without hesitation, he used the last of his strength to kick the driver thief hard.

One step, two steps… each stomp was filled with his desire for life and his hatred for this evil man. His eyes were filled with determination, veins bulged on his forehead, and his body trembled slightly from the exertion.

Finally, with a final, powerful kick, the driver thief's body was flung out of the car like a lump of mud, crashing heavily to the ground, face up. His eyes stared blankly at the sky, his fate unknown.

After this intense struggle, Cheng Yi's hard-won strength was completely exhausted. Like a puppet drained of its life force, he lay back helplessly in the passenger seat.

His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, as if trying to inhale every last drop of air in the world. His eyes were fixed on the fallen driver outside the car, his expression complex, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

At this moment, Cheng Yi felt extremely tired, a fatigue that went deep into his bones. Every cell in his body seemed to be protesting loudly, clamoring for rest. He had never felt so weak before.

In mid-air, without warning, a thunderclap suddenly exploded. The thunder was like the roar of a raging beast, deafening and terrifying, as if it would shatter the sky itself.

Cheng Yi, who was lying in the passenger seat, was startled by the sudden clap of thunder and trembled all over.

Looking out through the open car door, he could clearly see a streak of azure lightning, like a peerless sword, descending from the sky with an aura of world-destroying power.

The lightning flashed with blinding light, and the target seemed to be heading straight for you, moving so fast that you had no time to react.