Chapter 335: Thirsty? Let Me Treat You to a Coke!

In the blink of an eye, Wang Yun vanished like a wisp of smoke, charging straight out of the shop.

At that very moment, program inspectors approached from the distance. Wang Yun’s sudden appearance left them stunned.

“Wang… Wang Yun! Wang Yun’s here!” shouted the first to recover their senses.

But Wang Yun had already bolted, speeding off toward the right.

To say that this high-tech roller skate was impressive would be an understatement. The smooth concrete paths of the amusement park provided a seamless surface for his escape. As long as he avoided the larger attractions, there was nothing to hinder him.

“He’s out! Go after him!”

Hearing the update, Zhao Youcheng rushed toward the roller skate shop.

But their speed was no match for Wang Yun, who had already covered a distance of at least 600 meters.

At this moment, Wang Yun’s movements were as graceful as a butterfly in flight. With a slight bend in his knees, his body leaned forward, hands clasped behind his back, adopting a posture reminiscent of a lobster.

He glided forward, pushing with his feet in semicircular arcs to maintain balance and momentum.

“No way! Big Brother seems to know everything! This doesn’t look like a beginner at all!”

“No kidding! This technique is too smooth! It would take years of practice to reach this level!”

“He’s better than my son, who’s been training for years. Wait, is this… a double push stride?”

Someone in the livestream chat typed out a professional term. As this term appeared, the audience was momentarily stunned.

A double push stride, as the name suggests, involved a precise technique. Stand with feet parallel and slightly narrower than shoulder width. Push off with the inside edge of the right foot, transferring weight to the gliding left foot. After the right foot pushes off, pull it back alongside the left foot to glide in unison. Repeat the motion, alternating legs as momentum slows.

The viewers watched in awe as Wang Yun effortlessly demonstrated this technique, making it look as natural as breathing.

It was perfection.

Wang Yun’s roller-skating wasn’t just an escape, it was a performance. Even professional skating coaches in the chat were moved to comment.

“This is incredible! I’ve been teaching skating for 12 years, and I can guarantee Big Brother has at least five years of experience!”

As the coach’s words sank in, the viewers felt nothing but respect for Wang Yun.

Big Brother truly seemed capable of anything—whether it was skateboarding, racing, paragliding, skydiving, or now, roller skating. 

Wang Yun was the epitome of versatility.

“Wang Yun’s heading your way. Stop him!”

The deafening shout in the livestream snapped everyone back to reality.

Wang Yun’s speed was unparalleled.

As he brushed past some program inspectors, they barely registered his presence, feeling only a gust of wind rush past.

By the time they reacted, Wang Yun was already 50 meters ahead.

“Understood!”

Zhao Youcheng’s command was swiftly obeyed as three program inspectors further ahead raised their guns, ready to intercept.

Their faces were grim with determination, but their trembling hands betrayed their nerves. This was their first time confronting Wang Yun head-on.

“So you’re drawing your weapons?” Wang Yun muttered as he spotted the trio in the distance, their guns glinting under the dim light.

A flicker of disdain crossed his eyes.

At his current speed—equivalent to driving a car at 60 kilometers per hour—he was confident he could evade any bullets.

Bullets flew in straight lines, incapable of adjusting to his unpredictable movements.

“Unless you can predict my trajectory,” Wang Yun thought, “you’ll never hit me.”

“He’s coming!”

Bang!

One of the inspectors pulled the trigger, and a bullet zipped through the air.

But it missed. The shot struck a pillar beside Wang Yun, leaving a small red mark on the concrete.

“You fired first.”

Wang Yun’s gaze turned cold as he glanced at the bullet’s impact point.

Initially, he hadn’t planned to retaliate. After all, he owed Wu Yaoming a debt of gratitude for saving him earlier. 

But now that they had fired at him, backing down wasn’t his style.

With a sharp turn, Wang Yun executed a perfect spin. The wheels of his skates screeched against the ground, sparking faintly.

In one swift motion, he grabbed two bottles of Coke from a nearby pushcart.

Giving them a vigorous shake, he aimed at the trio 30 meters ahead.

“Thirsty? Let me treat you to a Coke!”

With a precise throw, Wang Yun sent the bottles hurtling through the air.

As the bottles soared, his fingers subtly grazed the caps, loosening them slightly.

Hissssss!

A fountain of fizzy liquid erupted, spraying everywhere like miniature geysers. Under the dim light, the Coke droplets shimmered, creating an almost poetic scene of chaos.