Universe Infinite Canteen

It wasn't just Squid Brother; at that moment, other street vendors seemed to have heard some kind of command and abandoned what they were doing, jumping into their own vehicles.

The three-wheelers accelerated past Ma Lu like runaway wild horses, the two girls selling sugarcane juice, who didn't have a vehicle, didn't just sit and wait for disaster, they actually picked up their table and started to sprint with all their might.

Having shared the sidewalk for so long, Ma Lu was astonished to learn for the first time just how strong their arms were.

This action by the vendors left the customers completely dumbfounded.

Some had just finished paying when they turned around to see the vendor rolling up their mat and fleeing, while others were in the middle of their meal only to discover that the tables and chairs had disappeared, leaving them standing in place, holding their soup bowls, not knowing what to do.

Some young men, not willing to let the food that was almost in their mouths slip away, joined the fleeing masses, desperately following behind.

But it was an auntie selling grilled cold noodles who proved to be the most righteous, as she yanked a female student who had just scanned a QR code onto her vehicle.

"Girl, come with me, and once we're in a safe place, auntie will make it for you."

The female student was completely bewildered, and by the time she came to her senses, she was already whirling in the wind.

The streets were in utter chaos, and Ma Lu patted Old Wang on the shoulder, "Stop gawking, we should bail too."

Old Wang was puzzled, "Why should we go? Are there robbers?"

"Where would robbers come from in broad daylight? But if we don't leave now, our tricycle might indeed be in jeopardy, and if they discover you're unregistered, then we're really in trouble."

As Ma Lu was speaking, he had already swiftly packed up all their things and said to the customers waiting behind them.

"We're also closing up shop, anyone who's paid already remember to @ me in the group, and I'll refund you."

Although the patrons were disappointed, they all expressed their understanding.

Afterward, Ma Lu and Old Wang boarded the tricycle again, and as soon as they did, Ma Lu twisted the throttle to the max.

However, this was their first time encountering such a situation, and their reaction was slower than the other vendors', causing them to lag behind the main group after this slight delay.

Through the rearview mirror, Ma Lu saw three white cars with "City Management Enforcement" emblazoned on them, barreling towards them with a menacing air.

One of them stopped, and a team of officers in blue uniforms got out. A vendor selling socks and costume jewelry, who didn't run due to a misguided hope, got surrounded by them.

First they took photos, then they recorded the vendor's identity information, and in the end, they confiscated all his merchandise.

Witnessing this, Ma Lu twisted the throttle even tighter, and when they reached an intersection, the tricycle convoy scattered in every direction to flee.

Ma Lu chose a direction as well, but no matter where he went, there was always a white car tailing them. It seemed that the vehicle had set its sights on them specifically, ignoring the other vendors, and was relentlessly pursuing them.

Additionally, the white car had much better power than Ma Lu's tricycle. If it wasn't for the need to adhere to traffic laws and the fear of scraping pedestrians, it probably would have caught up already.

Ma Lu deliberately chose complex side streets with challenging surroundings, but still couldn't shake the tail behind them, which, on the contrary, was getting increasingly closer.

It could only mean that those scenarios in the movies were too fictional; without dim-witted antagonists playing along, the protagonists' flashy maneuvers were utterly useless.

Seeing they were about to be caught, Ma Lu had no choice but to place his last hope on Old Wang, adopting an attitude of trying a desperate remedy for a desperate illness.

"If you have any tricks up your sleeve, you'd better use them now, or it'll be too late."

Old Wang still had that expressionless face, which made Ma Lu doubt whether he was aware of how dire the situation was.

Thankfully, a moment later, Old Wang finally spoke up, "Do you want to shake off those people behind us?"

"That's right!"

Ma Lu's peripheral vision caught the small white car's front overtaking the tail of the three-wheeled cart, making his eyelids twitch uncontrollably.

Old Wang responded with a single "okay" before turning his head and jumping off.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop!" Ma Lu shouted in alarm, reaching out to grab him but ended up clutching at thin air.

Just when he thought Old Wang planned to sacrifice himself to lighten the three-wheeler and speed it up, he saw Old Wang land steadily on the ground.

Then, with long strides, he placed his hands on the rear of the three-wheeled cart.

"Hold steady," said Old Wang, before he began picking up his pace.

......

Cheng Cheng was lectured by an old man who popped out of nowhere while he was buying a hamburger.

The problem was the old man's opinions were so bizarre that Cheng Cheng felt like he had stumbled into a forum for the senseless, leaving him unsure how to respond.

After all, you can't really join them on their level and start arguing whether hamburgers originated from the Qing dynasty, right?

Cheng Cheng was feeling peeved, but then he turned to see the snack stalls being chased by city management into a frenzy; the shady stall that had just ripped him off was among them, and he couldn't help feeling a bit of schadenfreude.

"Nan Nan, who do you think is faster, a three-wheeled cart or an electric car?"

Zhang Yinian ignored him, and Cheng Cheng probably felt a bit bored, so he added, "Let's go, we can go to the movies. You've been wanting to see that new film by Old Mouzi, haven't you? I'll drive us there."

Zhang Yinian knew Cheng Cheng had just bought a new car and wanted to show off a bit. If she didn't give him the chance, he would probably pester her about it for days.

So, Zhang Yinian could only nod lightly.

Cheng Cheng was overjoyed at her response and didn't bother with his hamburger anymore. "Then wait for me. I'll go get the car."

Cheng Cheng's orange 001 was parked on the side of the road. It was a new car he had just picked up that day for over 370,000 yuan.

His family was in business, but his dad was quite strict and didn't want him to be too flashy at school. So, he had badgered them for a long time before they finally conceded and got him the car.

Still in his excitement phase, Zhang Yinian had barely sat down when he started explaining everything from the tires to the skylight.

He was especially excited about the motor, raving about high-performance permanent magnet synchronous motors, silicon carbide technology, peak power of dual motors, maximum rotational speed — he went on and on, not noticing that Zhang Yinian was becoming quite impatient.

Moreover, at the intersection, Cheng Cheng insisted his girlfriend experience what a 0 to 100 km/h acceleration in under 4 seconds felt like.

He switched to sport mode in advance, grip on the steering wheel, and floored the gas pedal in the last second before the red light turned green.

The next moment, he saw a three-wheeled cart shoot out from his oblique side and overtake all the vehicles on the road with a cloud of dust. It disappeared from his sight in less than a second.

Meanwhile, Cheng Cheng's 001 was still picking up speed, and even though he felt the strong push against his back, the joy and excitement had vanished, replaced by an open-mouthed, ghost sighting expression.

Zhang Yinian snorted, "So this is the acceleration that rivals supercars? Why can't it even beat a three-wheeler?"

"yu...yu..."

"What are you saying, rain? It's not even raining outside," remarked Zhang Yinian as she glanced out the window.

"The, The Universe's Number One Snack Stall," Cheng Cheng swallowed hard before blurting out the whole sentence. "The one that just passed, it seemed like The Universe's Number One Snack Stall, their speed felt like it was hitting 300, or is my vision blurred?!"