A spectacular scene appeared on the street. Five supercars were walking forward with Mercedes-Benz G63, which scared other vehicles so much that they did not dare to approach and hid far away. After all, no matter which one of them encountered, they would face huge compensation.

As the brakes rang one after another, the sports cars led by Maserati forced the Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicles to stop. Other vehicles either circled around or stopped behind, and waited and watched curiously.

What exactly do these guys want to do and are they going to get into trouble?

Lin Yang frowned and stood beside the Mercedes-Benz in a tall and straight body. Although he didn't see through it, he had a luxury car beside him and looked extraordinary with his tall and handsome appearance.

The purple-red Maserati stopped in front, pushed open the car door and poked out a long snow-white leg, wearing crystal high-heeled sandals, and her nails were covered with red danke, giving people a strong visual experience.

A glance at it was already very beautiful, just like the best thing that dangling legs in the mouth play in the New Year, making people wonder what kind of woman they are!

Many vehicles were attracted when they stopped and did not care about moving forward. They aimed without exception, regardless of gender, and were very curious.

A young woman came out of the car, absolutely nothing disappointing, and very unexpected.

I saw that his facial features were handsome, with an angelic appearance, and his skin seemed to be able to break. What was even more amazing was his thrilling devil figure. The red dress he wore was a strange style, which could hardly wrap his concave and convex body, and was about to emerge.

The woman was only eighteen or nineteen years old, with her black hair tied into a ponytail and holding a folding fan in her hand. She looked like a styling of the stymi Maki, which made everyone look unblinking and her eyes wide open.

Some people got off the other supercars, and for the four young people with their own characteristics, they were all in the styles of the King of Fighters and dressed strangely.

The young man, who was 1.8 meters tall, was wearing a black half-sleeved T-shirt and white trousers, and his blonde hair was raised high like grass, with earrings, and his eyes were evil, and he was clearly the Red Maru Nikaido.

There was also a young man wearing a black suit and dark blue gloves, pretending to be Kyo Kusanagi, but he was short and flawed. He looked a little frustrated and didn't look very good.

On the left is a fat guy wearing a judo suit, with a white cloth strip on his head, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes. It should be Goro Omen.

There is also a man on the right who is comparable to a bodybuilder. He is wearing a green military uniform and a red headscarf. He looks very tough. Isn’t this Ralph Jones?

Of course, the above are all fakes. Except for the perfect performance of Madami, the men are not very good, they do not have that kind of momentum, and they are shoddy.

However, it seems extraordinary to be paired with a million-level supercar. After all, being able to drive an expensive sports car at a young age is definitely either rich or noble, so who dares to underestimate it?

Especially that girl Wu Shibumi is simply the dream goddess of many men, especially her perfect figure, and dressing like this is simply mouth-watering.

As the surrounding vehicles gathered more and more, many people got off the bus to watch the fun, and the streets were blocked.

"What's going on? They're dressing like this, are they making movies? The live version of King of Fighters?"

"The heroine has nothing to say, it's so beautiful, but the male actor is a bit unbearable. The young man on the Mercedes-Benz is pretty good, very handsome."

"These supercars are really awesome, they are all good cars, they are so cool!"

Everyone was talking, and almost all the man's eyes were gathered on the girl in the red dress. He saw him swaying in his figure, walking forward, his pretty face covered with frost, very unhappy, as if full of anger.

These men and women in strange clothes were obviously coming to Lin Yang, which made him look confused and he didn't recognize him. He had never dealt with him in the past. He must have recognized the wrong person. Seeing the girl coming closer and stopping, Lin Yang felt that his eyes had nowhere to rest. He saw either red skirt or white flesh. He was too uncomfortable in broad daylight. He tried to look at the other person's face and asked in wonder, "What do you mean,"

The road is so wide, do you have to block my way?"

The girl with a red dress shook her slender hands, and the folding fan suddenly opened, with four imposing words written on it, "But Shirou!"

She glared fiercely and said furiously: "Do you still have some shame? Whose big g belongs to? How dare you lie to my brother's car? Are you impatient to live like this bastard?"

Lin Yang was stunned and looked at the woman in a closer look, becoming more and more confused, "Of course this car belongs to me. Please tell me clearly, who are you?"

"Fuck!" The girl in red dress cursed sternly: "This is my brother's car. I've been deceived by you. I dare to be arrogant and ask for a beating, right? Miss Fang Lingtong, you should know who my brother is?"

"Are you Fang Tao's sister?" Lin Yang frowned. He was unhappy with Fang Lingtong's intimidation and said in a deep voice: "That's the case. Your brother lost to me in this car. I have something to do. Hurry up and dodge it, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

The strong response not only annoyed Fang Lingtong, but also made the four young men driving the supercar very angry. They stepped forward with great momentum and cursed.

"A bastard, who are you crazy with? You dare to offend Sister Tong, don't want to live anymore, right?"

"This miscellaneous thing is just a slap, so I'll be convinced after beating him hard."

Although these young people are much older than Fang Lingtong, they follow her leader. After all, Miss Fang is as beautiful as a fairy and comes from a wealthy family, which makes them admire her.

Moreover, Fang Lingtong has another identity, the secretary-general of yhyl Supercar Club, and they are all members of the club.

Fang Lingtong's eyes, wearing purple contact lenses, seemed to have anger, closed her fan and pointed forward, and said angrily: "One person is here, knock him down before talking."

"I'll do it..."

The person who spoke was Nikaido Hongmaru. He held his hands and made a crackling sound. His body flashed, rushed over like a leopard, jumped up, and punched the opponent. He did have two tricks. He must have practiced Sanda and the like, which was definitely not unusual.

If you fight against others, the three or five great men may not be their opponents, and they have a bit of the momentum of a street fighter.

Hundreds of people gathered around, waiting to fight and watch the fun. Many people held their mobile phones to record videos, preparing to post on WeChat Moments or to the group.

Someone shouted excitedly, "Look, the fight begins. This guy seems to be very powerful!"

"Absolutely a trained man, and he has received professional training."

A cold light flashed through the star-like eyes, Lin Yang's face was so gloomy. He really dared to mess with me. Well, let's teach you some lessons.

In an instant, he leaned back and suddenly stepped out his legs. He avoided the blonde young man's attack in time, and kicked the opponent's crotch as fast as lightning, heavy and fierce.

"Ao!"

Nikaido Hongmaru screamed, feeling his bones about to break, his muscles twitched, and he couldn't help but fall three meters away, as if the wild dog with a tendon had lost its former might!
Chapter completed!