But the next scene left him utterly astonished.
Lin Beichen accelerated, and the bus sped past the group of Red Scarf Army, yet they seemed completely unaware of the vehicle’s approach.
Ambassador Fan looked back through the window, only to see the group of Red Scarf Army still chatting and laughing, completely oblivious to a car passing by them.
"Why aren’t they reacting at all?" Ambassador Fan murmured to himself, his mind filled with confusion.
Lin Beichen looked ahead, his tone calm: "I told you, they can’t see us."
Could it be that the Red Scarf Army were really blind?
Ambassador Fan was full of bewilderment.
And as they brushed past one another, the Red Scarf Army only felt a gust of wind pass by when the vehicle sped through.
They glanced around briefly, and noticing nothing unusual, they continued onward.
After two hours of bumpy travel, they finally reached the Morgan Di checkpoint—an essential pass on the way to the port.
This was also a crucial checkpoint set up by the Red Scarf Army.
"Up ahead is the Morgan Di checkpoint," Ambassador Fan said anxiously as he gazed forward, "The Red Scarf Army have set up a line of defense there; it’s going to be difficult to pass through."
Though earlier they miraculously evaded the Red Scarf Army’s reconnaissance, this was an important checkpoint, heavily guarded, with roadblocks everywhere.
Going through would likely be no easy feat.
Moreover, if Lin Beichen continued driving so conspicuously, they would certainly be exposed.
However, Lin Beichen just gave a light smile: "Ambassador Fan, don’t worry, I have my own ways to get past."
His words revealed immense confidence and composure, as if everything was under his control.
"Oh dear, what should we do? There’s a fence blocking the way ahead, our bus can’t get through."
Ambassador Fan furrowed his brows, looking somewhat helpless.
Lin Beichen glanced calmly at the iron fence, as if unsurprised by what he saw, as if everything was within his expectations.
"Don’t worry, we’ll just blast it open," he said nonchalantly.
"Blast open? You mean to blow open this iron fence?" Ambassador Fan looked at Lin Beichen in astonishment, as if he’d heard something unbelievable.
He thought to himself that doing so would surely alert the Red Scarf Army, and if they launched an attack, the consequences would be dire.
Yet Lin Beichen seemed exceptionally composed.
He pulled out a piece of talisman paper from his pocket, gently placed it on his left palm, and his lips moved slightly as he recited a few spells.
Then, that piece of talisman paper started floating above his palm, surrounded instantly by flames, the entire talisman wrapped in fiery light.
Lin Beichen finished his incantation and without hesitation threw the flaming talisman towards the iron fence.
"Boom!" With a loud explosion, the iron fence was instantly blasted to pieces.
Taking advantage of the moment, Lin Beichen hit the accelerator fiercely, and the bus shot forward like an arrow, quickly passing through the checkpoint.
Meanwhile, the Red Scarf Army at the Morgan Di checkpoint were startled by the sudden explosion.
Panicking, they looked around, trying to find the source of the blast.
However, aside from a pile of nearly powder-like debris from the destroyed iron fence, they found nothing.
The group of Red Scarf Army looked at each other in shock, their faces displaying an eerie expression.
In the middle of the night, when an iron fence suddenly exploded, yet no trace of anyone was found; it was simply baffling for them.
On the bus, Ambassador Fan and the expatriates were also shocked by Lin Beichen’s actions.
They witnessed Lin Beichen using a burning talisman to blast open the iron fence, while the Red Scarf Army remained completely unresponsive.
All this seemed to overturn their understanding of reality.
"Why didn’t they react? Did they really not hear the explosion?" Ambassador Fan asked, stunned.
Seeing his astonished expression, Lin Beichen couldn’t help but smile. "Don’t worry, just sit back and relax," he reassured.
When asked how he accomplished all this, Lin Beichen just casually replied: "Just used a bit of Daoist Techniques."
Hearing this, everyone on the bus was even more astounded.
Though they’d heard of Daoist Techniques on TV or in tales, they’d never seen them firsthand.
Today’s scene made them look at Lin Beichen with great admiration.
As the bus sped forward, Lin Beichen’s ear was constantly filled with the electronic system prompts.
Lingering in his ears were the increasing Faith Value, bringing a smile to his lips.
Finally, at four in the morning, they successfully reached Masure Port.
Looking at the towering lighthouse and the docked warships, Ambassador Fan was filled with an indescribable excitement.
Meanwhile, Lin Beichen calmly navigated the bus through the barriers, joining up with the waiting Huaxia Navy.
"Lin Beichen, Leng Feng, you’ve finally returned!"
Captain Ding looked at the returning duo and the expatriates behind them. Even his usually stern face couldn’t hide his joy.
"Captain Ding, sorry to keep you waiting," Ambassador Fan replied steadily.
Captain Ding smiled faintly, "Protecting expatriates is our duty, it’s no trouble at all. Now, quickly get everyone onboard."
With his command, the sailors on the warship began organizing the expatriates to board the ship orderly.
Members of the Venomous Snake Special Team relaxed seeing that Lin Beichen and Leng Feng had successfully brought back the expatriates.
"Lin Beichen, are you alright?" Xia Luyao walked up concernedly to inquire.
Lin Beichen responded with a smile: "Do I look like something’s wrong?"
"Captain, don’t worry. Lin Beichen looks as spirited as ever," Flying Eagle quipped jokingly.