After hurriedly braking the car, two tall and powerful men jumped out of each of the two pickup trucks and said to Gu Chen: "Miss Gu, we are here to save you!"
Gu Chen looked at Huang Jianhua. If he heard correctly...are they here to save him?
Gu Chen fully understood that this was a misunderstanding, and this misunderstanding... was exciting enough! A speeding show was performed on the streets of the United States!
Even Huang Jianhua, who had stayed in the United States for more than ten years, was also confused. Before he could say anything, four men rushed over and waved their fists at Huang Jianhua.
"Damn it, you're still playing with a speeding car!" One of the men punched Huang Jianhua's face quickly. Po Feng's fist was twisted by someone's wrist, and a huge pain came from the wrist. The 1.9-meter-tall
The strong man was twisted by Gu Chen until his arm was dislocated.
Huang Jianhua cannot reveal his identity, and as the marshal of the alliance, Gu Chen naturally knows this.
She always struck quickly, fiercely and ruthlessly. She took off a man's right arm, put one hand on his shoulder, then turned around and kicked... All the American patrolmen saw this scene and raised their heads with their guns in hand...
…shocked.
Oh, my God, Chinese kungfu!!
How can Gu Chen care about them? He should first beat these imposter men to the ground! At least give Huang Jianhua a chance to speak!
Gu Chen, who seemed to be small, was a lolita with strange strength. With her extraordinary skills, she frightened the remaining three men into a daze. They backed away hurriedly, waving their hands.
He said straightly: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, we are here to save you."
...They were ordered to pick up Gu Chen. When they saw her getting into the taxi, they wanted to escort her all the way to the school assessment site without disturbing Gu Chen. Who would have expected that this would be the result.
After all, Gu Chen understood these two sentences! After all, he also got close to full marks in English and was tutored by Fu Xiuche. As long as the other person didn't speak too fast, Gu Chen could still understand them.
It was too late to say there was a misunderstanding, she had to save Huang Jianhua.
When Biberton Bertram arrived, he happened to see the woman who had amazed many passengers on the plane kicking a comrade on the shoulder, doing a 360-degree spin in the air, straightening her legs and kicking her hard.
He hit the chin of another comrade and kicked the unfortunate comrade to the ground on the spot.
Such a moment... made his teeth feel sore. Oh, he is such an unlucky guy. His jaw should have been kicked off.
The patrol officers held their chins and swallowed. Chinese Kung Fu was indeed... so amazing!
Huang Jianhua pretended to be frightened and leaned against the car door, his legs were trembling and he looked at a loss. There were two patrol policemen beside him with serious faces and guns pointed at his head. They meant to try again if he dared to run away!
When he saw the young man wearing the uniform of a West Point Military Academy cadet walking towards Gu Chen, Huang Jianhua's fingers moved slightly in the dark.
Gu Chen saw a foreign man who had worked with him on the plane, wearing a white coat and gray trousers and a military uniform, striding towards him. In the military uniform, he was more handsome and charming than in the civilian clothes on the plane, and he had an innate aura about him.
Her arrogance made her feel that he was a born soldier.
Accompanying him was a middle-aged Chinese woman with black-rimmed eyes and a professional skirt.
This was the first time that Biberton Bertram had seen Chinese Kung Fu from a Chinese girl head-on. A faint light flashed in his eyes as blue as the sea and he saluted Gu Chen as a military salute.
Gu Chen nodded slightly and his eyes fell on the middle-aged woman's face.
