"Talk a lot!" Zhao Kun is wearing a black suit. He has been relegated to the second act since he has been on the road for so many years. He rarely allows himself to come out. The last time the Juxing Gang held a conference, he showed up once. Later, he was beaten by Canglong.
He almost became a sinner for the ages because of this incident. But fortunately, he stopped in time. The incident was too big that time, so the fourth brother didn't pursue it too seriously. In order to make up for his mistakes, this time he will make up for his mistakes no matter what.
Ho ho ho…
On the road, a large number of gangsters riding motorcycles seemed to have received the news. A large number of motorcycle teams rushed towards the Samsung Battlefield at an extremely fast speed. On the road beside, several bicycles were also creaking, and the faucets were squeaking.
The car and the car body were almost falling apart. The chain was also sputtering in gears as if it had run out of oil.
"Brother, do we have to work so hard?" A younger brother was riding a 28-year-old bicycle behind, panting from exhaustion.
"Fuck, Fourth Brother is blowing the whistle, can we stop it?" Ruffian Zhang was riding a Phoenix bicycle in front. He pedaled in a precise manner, and he kept pushing forward, sweat dripping down from his whole body.
"Then...then we have to take a taxi!" The younger brother begged and said, "It's so far away. Let's ride there. The meeting has already ended."
"Bullshit, how much does it cost to take a taxi? Look, there are more than ten of us, at least four or five taxis can be rented. Rentals are so expensive now!" Ruffian Zhang was depressed and said: "Foreign oil prices have increased, and domestic oil prices have increased.
Follow the rise; foreign oil prices have fallen, but we are still rising. When have you ever seen a taxi price cut? Damn it, from the starting price of four yuan back then, it has risen all the way to ten yuan now, and you still have to pay a fuel surcharge of two yuan.
.I’m so confused, do you think that’s an airplane? There’s also a fuel surcharge! Mahler Gobi!”
After the ruffian Zhang finished cursing, he seemed to feel weak and spat twice in a row.
"Brother, you don't have to be so stingy, right?" The younger brother had no choice but to pedal his bike.
Behind him, several vans rushed up quickly.
"Hey, isn't that Ruffian Zhang? Brother Zhang, how many such top-notch BMWs have you got?" The gangster who caught up with Mr. Zhao poked his head and looked at Ruffian Zhang and others with a smile on his face. Ruffian
Zhang's face suddenly dropped. Damn it. Why did this kid get on Mr. Zhao's car? What a miracle? However, our ruffian Zhang is not someone to be bullied easily. He casually replied: "I'm exercising."
