Yanjiang Avenue only began to develop vigorously in the past two years, so there are many high-rise buildings under construction and unfinished beside Yanjiang Avenue.

It was already evening and all the construction sites under construction had been shut down.

Under the dim street lights, there are very few pedestrians on these sections of the road, only cars are speeding past the avenue.

Try to ride on the roadside, watching cars speeding past them on the spacious avenue, and once I saw a convertible Baochi sports car.

A fat and greasy uncle in the sports car held the steering wheel in one hand and hugged a young woman in exposed clothes with the other.

Meng Qilan and He Yaqing couldn't help but feel emotion when they watched Baochi's sports car speeding past.

"It's different to be rich. You can look like whatever you want, at any age, and you don't have a shortage of women around you. If Dr. Qin is so rich, then that's great. What's the point of comparing Dr. Wei with him?"

While Meng Qilan and He Yaqing were feeling emotion, the rumbling sound of motorcycle motors suddenly came from behind, and dazzling headlights shone from behind, illuminating the road ahead of them.

At this time, Meng Qilan and He Yaqing subconsciously turned their heads and looked back, and saw eight or nine heavy motorcycles whistling from behind, like a torrent of steel.

On each motorcycle is a man wearing a tight vest, embroidered with muscles and tattoos.

People riding on the roadside all subconsciously slowed down, and some even stopped by, as if afraid of rushing to the motorcycle convoy. They waited until the motorcycle roared past them before they breathed a sigh of relief.

Meng Qilan and He Yaqing performed similarly. After turning their heads and taking a look, they quickly turned their heads, their heartbeats faster, and their bicycles were riding even more on the side of the road.

But in this world, it seems that sometimes the more you are afraid of something, the more you will find you on a date.

Meng Qilan and He Yaqing had tried their best to ride on the roadside, but the motorcycle convoy behind them rumbled past them, and then in the middle of the road, they suddenly shook their headlights in front of them. The dazzling headlights shone on Qin Zhengfan and the other two in a free and open manner.

Meng Qilan and He Yaqing are just two students, and they are female students. They have never seen such a posture. They are so scared that the cyclists almost couldn't catch them. Especially Meng Qilan, who is a little more courageous, panicked, and the front of the bike suddenly twisted, and the person and the car were about to turn off.

Seeing this, Qin Zhengfan hurriedly reached out and grabbed her handlebar. Meng Qilan did not overturn.

This section of the road happens to be a construction site, and there are no pedestrians on the road, except for the cars that are speeding past, there are a few bicycles.

The cyclist behind saw that the situation was wrong, he immediately turned around and crossed the road with a little courage, walked in the opposite direction, and then crossed the road again and rode along the original road.

"Dr. Qin, let's turn around!" Meng Qilan and He Yaqing had already stopped the car at this time, and said to Qin Zhengfan in a low voice with a pale face.

But Meng Qilan and He Yaqing's words had just fallen, and the motorcycle convoy had formed a circle and surrounded them.

This time, even if Meng Qilan and He Yaqing had no social experience, they knew that these people were coming for them and the other three. They were so scared that their faces looked like earth, their upper and lower teeth trembled, and their bladders were urinating.

The two subconsciously grabbed Qin Zhengfan's clothes.

After all, Qin Zhengfan is a boy, and in their hearts they are also their teacher.

In the face of danger, he naturally became their support.

Seeing Meng Qilan and He Yaqing were so scared that Qin Zhengfan's face became cold without realizing it, and his eyes swept over the motorcycle.

"No, Brother Biao, just this little guy, there is no need for many of us to come out. I can beat him up so hard that I can't find him. But these two girls look quite innocent. If they train them well, they should have a different flavor." A man with long flowing hair pulled out a steel pipe from the back of the car, turned over casually, got out of the car, and then knocked his palms with the steel pipe in his hand, while his eyes were lying back and forth on Meng Qilan and He Yaqing. As for Qin Zhengfan, he had already been ignored by him.

"Stop talking nonsense, Ayi, Centipede, don't watch it, get off the car for me, move more easily, this is the main road!" A Biao, who is particularly burly and strong, cursed, like a bodybuilder, and scolded.

A Biao's scolding was still echoing under the night, and suddenly everyone's eyes were straight.

The little white face who was blocking the two girls suddenly stepped forward and kicked the man with long flowing hair.

"Damn!" The man with long-haired hair cursed when he saw this, before the steel pipe in his hand could fall down, he was kicked and arched and flew up with a "bang".

Then there was a heavy "bang", and the man stumbled onto the motorcycle behind him, and even the person and the car were overturned to the ground and could not get up for a long time.

The world seemed to suddenly become quiet.

Even the sound of the speeding cars seemed to suddenly become very far away.

Who would have thought that a young white-faced person who seemed to be powerless would have such a fast leg out speed and terrifying power.

One kick actually kicked a man with a long hair of at least 130 or 40 kilograms away.

"I'm so confused! No wonder I dare to mess with Wan Shao!" A Biao cursed, then let out a strange cry, pulled out a steel pipe from behind the car, grabbed the handlebar with one hand and dragged it on the ground with the other. The steel pipe rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound and a little sparks splashed.

The other motorcycle riders who were about to get off the bus did not get off the bus after seeing this. They pulled out the steel pipe and dragged it on the ground, and circled around Qin Zhengfan.

They often fight with people and have some eyesight. Qin Zhengfan's kick just now looked simple and rough, but it is definitely famous.

Meng Qilan and He Yaqing saw heavy motorcycles roaring around them, and from time to time, strange screams from A Biao and others came, which scared them to tremble more and more.

"What are you going to do? I, we..."

"Hehe, girl, we didn't do anything. We just saw that this guy was upset, so we wanted to beat him up. Of course, if you go on the road, we would like to make us feel good. We can consider putting this little guy on the verge of a slut." A guy with exaggerated earrings shouted arrogantly and lewdly.

"Looking for death!" Qin Zhengfan was finally completely furious. He touched his pocket with his hand, took out a coin, and bounced his fingers at the guy who was full of swearing.
Chapter completed!