Nine masked thugs in black raincoats hammered heavy steel crowbars against the reinforced rear doors of Taichu Sanctuary Hospital Cold-Chain Transport #07. The ambulance van lay tilted with a snapped front axle in the muddy drainage ditch at Mile Marker 42 of the suburban West Ring Road.
Three heavy black vans without license plates sat idling on the slick asphalt above them.
Their Goodness Scores hovered in ugly, venomous reds between -8/100 and -14/100.
“Pry the latch off!” the lead thug screamed, swinging an iron sledgehammer against the lock. “Chairman Zhao Kun promised us two million yuan! Burn the whole truck! If those pediatric cardiac herbs never reach the operating room by two o’clock, thirty sick kids will die, and Taichu Hospital will take the blame!”
Inside the tilted van, two elderly hospital security escorts held a fire extinguisher and an iron wrench, shielding a young pediatric nurse who clutched a refrigerated titanium locker to her chest.
“You touch this medicine over our dead bodies!” the older guard yelled through the cracked glass.
BAM!
The sledgehammer smashed the outer latch. The heavy doors were about to give way.
On the frontage access road three hundred yards away, twenty-year-old delivery rider Xiao Lin was riding his yellow electric scooter.
Above Xiao Lin’s head, the System displayed a radiant green score: Goodness: 91/100.
Xiao Lin wore his yellow Taichu delivery jacket. Behind him on the passenger seat sat his ten-year-old deaf-mute sister, Xiao Hua. Earlier that morning, Xiao Lin had taken her to her speech-therapy class at Taichu Children’s Clinic—a clinic fully funded by Lin Mo.
As Xiao Lin crested the overpass, his sister tapped his shoulder, pointing her small finger down toward the ditch.
Xiao Lin glanced down.
His eyes caught the green swan emblem of Taichu Hospital painted on the overturned van. He saw the nine masked men with sledgehammers, the three unmarked black vans, and the smell of gasoline in the air.
Xiao Lin’s jaw tightened.
“Those bastards are trying to hurt Chairman Lin’s hospital,” Xiao Lin said aloud, his blood boiling.
Xiao Lin did not try to fight nine armed men alone. He knew how the city worked.
He pulled over, took the polished titanium whistle from beneath his collar, and blew three sharp, piercing blasts into his collar microphone.
TWEET! TWEET! TWEET!
He tapped the emergency broadcast button on his handlebar console, connecting straight to the Taichu Golden-Winged Rider Emergency Comms Grid:
“Code Red! Stationmaster Ma! All brothers across the western district!” Xiao Lin shouted into the microphone. “Taichu Hospital’s pediatric medicine van is ambushed at West Ring Mile Marker 42! Nine thugs with sledgehammers are trying to burn the children’s heart herbs! I need every wheel on the road right now!”
Across the western district of Jiangcheng, five hundred mobile terminals sounded a unified, high-decibel war chime.
In roadside tea stalls, outside noodle shops, at package distribution depots, and along suburban avenues, five hundred delivery riders stopped what they were doing.
Stationmaster Old Ma, sixty years old with a Goodness Score of 90/100, threw down his clipboard at the West Hub depot.
“Every rider in West Hub!” Old Ma bellowed into his base-station megaphone. “Chairman Lin paid for our medical insurance! He gave our kids school grants! He bought us new electric bikes! Some cowards are trying to steal medicine meant for sick babies! Mount up! Full throttle!”
ROAR!
The hum of high-torque electric motors rose like a gathering storm.
At Mile Marker 42, the lead thug swung his sledgehammer one final time, cracking open the van’s rear latch.
“Drag the nurse out! Pour the gasoline!” the thug yelled.
Suddenly, a strange, high-pitched mechanical whine began to vibrate through the asphalt.
The lead thug stopped, frowning. “What is that noise?”
From the northern highway ramp, a wall of bright yellow windbreakers appeared. Fifty heavy electric delivery motorcycles crested the hill at forty miles per hour, their dual LED headlights cutting through the gray mist like searchlights.
From the southern overpass, another eighty motorcycles roared down the cloverleaf.
From the eastern service roads, farm lanes, and highway shoulders, dozens more yellow riders swarmed onto the highway.
Within three minutes, five hundred Golden-Winged Delivery Riders had surrounded the scene.
Their Goodness Scores shone in brilliant, warm greens between 82/100 and 95/100.
They did not back down. They parked their heavy bikes wheel-to-wheel, locking handlebars and forming an impenetrable, five-layer concentric iron ring across all four lanes of the West Ring Road.
Five hundred young, sun-bronzed riders stood behind their motorcycles, holding tire irons, heavy U-locks, and steel kickstands.
Stationmaster Old Ma drove his three-wheeled cargo scooter right up to the rear bumper of the lead black van, cutting off its escape path.
“Where do you think you are going, you cowards?” Old Ma barked, stepping off his scooter with a heavy iron wrench in hand. “You want to burn medicine for children? You will have to run over five hundred delivery boys first!”
The nine masked thugs froze in sheer panic.
They looked in every direction. North, south, east, and west—the entire highway was a sea of yellow jackets and spinning tires.
“Get in the vans! Ram through them!” the lead thug screamed, scrambling for his driver door.
SCREEECH!
A matte-black armored SUV tore down the highway median at eighty miles per hour, sliding sideways to block the front of the three black vans with a screech of burning rubber.
The passenger door kicked open.
Tie Niu stepped out.
He wore his dark suit, his eighty-pound Ancient Cold-Iron Heavy Sabre resting comfortably on his right shoulder. His bronze skin gleamed with quiet, terrifying power.
Behind Tie Niu, Lin Mo stepped out onto the asphalt.
He wore his clean white shirt, looking at the nine masked thugs with cold, unblinking eyes.
Zhao Kun is getting more desperate with every hour, Lin Mo thought, his mood turning thoroughly icy. Using chemical acid in a mall was vile enough. But ambushing heart medicine meant for dying children in surgery crosses every line of human decency.
The lead thug raised his sledgehammer, his hands shaking violently as Tie Niu walked toward him.
“Stay back! I’ll smash your head!” the thug shrieked.
Tie Niu did not even slow his stride.
He reached out with his left hand, caught the swinging sledgehammer mid-air by its steel head, and squeezed.
CRUNCH.
The solid cast-iron hammer head cracked into four pieces like a dry biscuit.
Tie Niu grabbed the thug by his raincoat collar, lifted the two-hundred-pound man into the air with one arm, and slammed him onto the hood of the black van.
BAM!
The steel hood caved in six inches. The thug coughed up a mouthful of saliva, dropping his crowbar and sobbing in terror.
“Mercy! Brother, mercy!” the thug cried out, clutching his bruised ribs.
The other eight thugs immediately threw their crowbars and gasoline cans into the mud, dropping to their knees with their hands behind their heads.
Above the highway, the rhythmic thumping of rotor blades shook the rain clouds.
A white medical transport helicopter bearing the golden emblem of Taichu Hospital descended vertically, touching down smoothly on the cleared median.
Dr. Gu Qinghe rushed out of the cabin, accompanied by two pediatric surgeons.
They hurried to the ditch, pulling the young nurse and the refrigerated titanium locker safely from the overturned van.
Dr. Gu checked the digital temperature gauge on the locker.
[Temperature: 3.8°C - Optimal Stability]
[Cargo: 30 Doses of Pediatric Cardiac Spirit-Herbs Intact]
“The medicine is safe!” Dr. Gu called out, his voice shaking with relief as he looked at Lin Mo. “The pediatric heart operations at two o’clock can proceed as scheduled!”
The five hundred delivery riders erupted into thunderous cheers, raising their U-locks and cheering for Taichu Hospital.
Lin Mo smiled warmly at Dr. Gu. “Get the herbs to the hospital, Dean Gu. Do not let the children wait.”
The helicopter lifted off, roaring back toward the city center.
Lin Mo turned his attention to twenty-year-old Xiao Lin, who stood beside his electric scooter holding his little sister’s hand.
Lin Mo walked over, kneeling down slightly to look Xiao Hua in the eyes. He gently patted the little girl’s head, then looked up at Xiao Lin.
“Xiao Lin,” Lin Mo said, his tone full of respect. “You spotted the ambush. You blew the whistle. You saved thirty young lives today.”
Xiao Lin’s face flushed red with pride and humility.
“Chairman Lin,” Xiao Lin said softly. “You paid for my sister’s speech therapy. You gave all of us riders health insurance and dignity. When I saw bad people trying to hurt Taichu’s medicine, I couldn’t just ride past.”
Lin Mo stood up, looking at the five hundred riders who had blocked the highway with their own bodies.
“No righteous deed goes unrewarded in Taichu,” Lin Mo said, his voice carrying over the crowd. “Su Wan, open the terminal.”
Su Wan stepped forward from the SUV, holding the payment tablet.
“Chairman Lin, what are the disbursements?” Su Wan asked.
“Ten million yuan flat,” Lin Mo commanded. “One million yuan as a special family educational trust for Xiao Lin and his sister Xiao Hua, guaranteeing her lifelong therapy and university tuition. The remaining nine million yuan will be divided equally among all five hundred riders who answered this call. That is eighteen thousand yuan in cleared cash bonus for every rider here today. In addition, every rider receives our newest carbon-fiber smart heated rain gear and free lifetime vehicle maintenance.”
Silence.
Xiao Lin and Old Ma gripped their handlebars as a wave of stunned silence rippled down the column of riders.
“Eighteen thousand yuan?!”
“Just for parking our bikes on the highway?!”
“Chairman Lin! You are too generous to us!”
Tap.
Su Wan swiped Lin Mo’s Black-Gold Sovereign Benevolence Card across the console.
BEEP.
A magnificent, resonant system chime rang out inside Lin Mo’s consciousness:
[Ding! Detected spending of ¥10,000,000.00 RMB on Civic Hero Rider Bounty & Family Educational Trust!]
[Target Beneficiaries: Xiao Lin (Goodness: 91/100), Sister Xiao Hua, & 500 Golden-Winged Delivery Riders (Goodness: 82–95/100)!]
[Purpose: Family speech-therapy trust, direct cash bonuses (¥18,000 each), and smart protective equipment!]
[Pure Altruistic Intent Verified: Rewarding civic courage, protecting hospital life-saving logistics, and securing impoverished families!]
[Triggering 100x Pure Benevolence System Refund!]
[Cash Refund Received: +¥1,000,000,000.00 RMB!]
[Funds deposited directly into Host Personal Liquid Vault!]
[Personal Liquid Vault: ¥90,000,000,000.00 RMB!]
[Personal Wealth Milestone Achieved: Liquid Vault Reaches ¥90,000,000,000.00 RMB!]
[Benevolence Merit Points: +1,000,000 BMP | Total BMP: 182,949,528 BMP!]
[Good People Network Expanded: 9,750 Verified Righteous Allies (+20 senior cold-chain dispatch captains formally integrated into Taichu Civic Defense Grid)!]
Ninety billion yuan in personal liquid cash, Lin Mo thought, watching the vault counter cross the ninety-billion-yuan milestone. Zhao Kun wanted to crush my hospital with nine thugs. Instead, he just mobilized five hundred loyal riders and handed me another billion in cash.
Across the highway, five hundred mobile phones chimed in rapid succession.
Ding. Your account has received ¥18,000.00 RMB.
Riders hugged each other in the rain, laughing and wiping away tears. Xiao Lin held his sister close, bowing deeply to Lin Mo with tears of joy in his eyes.
Lin Mo walked back to the crumpled hood of the black van where the lead thug was pinned.
Tie Niu grabbed the thug by his chin, tilting his head up.
“Speak,” Lin Mo said, his voice flat and quiet. “Where did you load these three vans?”
The thug was trembling so violently that his teeth clicked together like castanets.
“Zhao... Zhao Pharmaceutical Subterranean Logistics Base #03!” the man stammered, pulling a crumpled paper delivery manifest from his pocket. “It is hidden beneath the old chemical fertilizer factory on South River Road! Sub-level four! There are three billion yuan of expired oncology drugs, fake antibiotics, and four hundred drums of illegal industrial solvents stored there! Chairman Zhao Kun ordered us to stage all sabotage operations from that depot!”
Lin Mo took the manifest, handing it to Shen Qiaoqiao.
Shen Qiaoqiao scanned the GPS coordinates with her phone, her eyes widening.
“Chairman Lin,” Shen Qiaoqiao said, her voice sharp with excitement. “This depot is situated directly beneath the East Lake residential district. Storing four hundred drums of flammable solvents there is a massive criminal violation of the Municipal Fire & Public Safety Code.”
Lin Mo pulled his phone from his pocket, dialing a number he had saved weeks ago.
“Firefighter Captain Chen Lie,” Lin Mo said into the phone as soon as the line connected. “This is Lin Mo. Gather your brigade and twenty fire engines. We just found Zhao Pharma’s hidden chemical tomb.”