My Daughter Had a Fever of 43 Degrees, and a Drunk Driver Deliberately Blocked the Road in a Mercedes. I Smashed the Luxury Car and Fought for My Life

My daughter had a fever of 43 degrees and was foaming at the mouth. I raced her to the hospital on my electric tricycle. A Mercedes was crawling along the village road, blocking it completely, and the occupants reeked of alcohol! I leaned on the horn and shouted until my throat gave out, but they refused to move. Instead, they slowed down on purpose to taunt me. The woman in the passenger seat stuck her head out, spat, and called me a poor loser! As my daughter burned up and slipped into unconsciousness, I gritted my teeth and rammed them, but they smashed me with beer bottles and ran me over while reversing! My tricycle was wrecked, and my daughter hit her head and started bleeding. Seeing red, I grabbed a rock. Sure, I'm poor, but anyone who dares stand in the way of me saving my daughter will die, even if they're the king of heaven himself! 1 I was riding my electric tricycle, carrying my daughter with her high fever to the hospital. The village road was so narrow that only one vehicle could fit.