No one expected that the sweaty and bloody BMW suddenly rushed towards Wang Qiaochuchu regardless of the situation.
It is astonishing as the momentum and its pressure is amazing.
This horse is a heavy breed, weighing up to 1,000 kilograms, and can knock ten adult strong men away in one second.
Although Wang Qiaochu is usually fit and can do one move and half a move, it is not enough for a sweat-blooded BMW.
As long as it hits it in person, the whole village will probably go to Wang's house for dinner.
Almost all the dozen people present were suffocated and they didn't even shout out carefully, but they looked at the horses rushing towards them.
Wang Qiaochu's smile was also stiff and his whole body was cold.
Not to mention confrontation, I can't even dodge.
The sweat-blooded BMW arrived in an instant.
"kill--"
At this moment, a figure jumped directly from the platform and roared in front of Wang Qiaochu.
Then, his waist sank, he stretched out his hands, and pressed the head of the rushing dark horse.
"Si—"
With a loud bang, the dark horse maintained its impact and rushed forward desperately against Miao Jingyun.
The brute force poured into Miao Jingyuan's arms and spread to his whole body, causing his feet to drag out three or four meters of gullies on the ground.
At the same time, the horse's hooves penetrated into the air and kept clicking at Miao Jingyun's chest.
"Bang bang bang--"
Miao Jingyun also roared, pressed his hands, narrowed his arms, and slammed the horse's hooves.
After hearing a series of collisions, Miao Jingyun shook like a bullet hit, and his feet penetrated into the runway and then started to stir up the soil.
However, Miao Jingyun was never overturned or moved away, suppressing the impact of the furious dark horse.
A few seconds later, a trace of blood flowed from Miao Jingyun's mouth, but the dark horse's degree also slowed down.
Everyone was completely stunned.
I never expected that Miao Jingyun was so powerful that she could be equal to the dark horse in terms of strength and degree.
"kill--"
Miao Jingyun did not waste any chance, and she roared again, pressed her horse's head with both hands and jumped high.
Then he punched the horse on the head.
His fist can produce a thousand pounds of power, and no matter how hard the head of a black horse is, it cannot bear it.
With a click, a large bunch of blood burst out.
"Bang bang bang--"
Miao Jingyun did not stop, punching and falling like raindrops.
The bones cracked and blood burst out one by one.
Countless people were gasping for a cold air, with fear in their eyes.
Fear Miao Jingyun's power, fear of his violentness, fear of his cruelty.
"boom--"
The dying dark horse wailed, overturned Miao Jingyun and rushed out a few meters and fell down.
The skull was shattered and blood squirted wildly.
The dark horse seemed to be hit by a hammer, and half of its head collapsed, as if it had suffered fatal injuries.
Miao Jingyun half-kneeled on the track, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and one meter behind him was Wang Qiaochu.
"Bang bang bang--"
Several bodyguards of Wang reacted and rushed up and shot at the sweat-blooded BMW.
In the dozen bullets, the dark horse screamed a few times, and then twitched twice and died completely.
Miao Marian's figure flashed and immediately arrived beside Miao Jingyun, and reached out to help him up.
"Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, I don't know why this horse is crazy."
Miao Jingyun struggled to apologize to Wang Qiaochuchu despite his injuries:
"I wanted to give you a generous gift, but I didn't expect that the horse would still frighten you when you died. I'm so sorry."
While speaking, he took a breath and let his mood gradually calm down.
"Hahaha--"
"A horse will die if it dies. No matter how rare it is, it is just a beast."
"Besides, this sweat-blooded BMW is far from comparable to yours."
"For me, knowing Mr. Miao is the greatest gift!"
Wang Qiaochu had recovered from peace, and laughed and walked forward to hug Miao Jingyun's shoulder:
"Miao Master, I will be my own person in the future. If Ye Fan has anything to do, just say a word."
"I have no choice but to help if I can help. I will find a way to solve the problem."
He extended an olive branch to Miao Jingyun.
Although he didn't like fighting and killing, Miao Jingyun's power still made his eyes lit up and he was also thinking.
This is a sharp sword against Ye Fan.
Miao Jingyun smiled: "Your best friend, Mr. Wang."
"Come, come, prepare wine."
Wang Qiaochu shouted: "Today I want to drink hard with Brother Miao once, and I won't go home until I get drunk."
Lin Qihai and the others were immediately busy...
Miao Jingyun whispered to Miao wedding dress as she followed Wang Qiaochu:
"check!"
Miao Marian's pretty face was not at all turbulent, but her eyes looked at a VIP room at the Jockey Club.
High-frequency sounds are hard to hear, but Miao Marian captures the fleeting whistle...
At the same time, Lin Baishun took the elevator to the parking lot on the second floor, and then got into a black nanny car.
When the car started slowly and left, Lin Baishun spoke to Song Hongyan, who was quietly flipping through the magazine: "I missed."
"See, Miao Jingyun is indeed a character. No wonder Miao Jinge asked him to grab the position of president."
Song Hongyan could not see any emotional fluctuations on her face: "I won't talk about wisdom. His brute force alone is a hundred times better than his younger brother Miao Zhuifeng."
The entire horse farm was transmitted from surveillance to her mobile phone, and she witnessed Miao Jingyun's arrogance.
"This game is so regrettable."
Lin Baishun showed a regretful expression: "Didn't take Wang Qiaochu's life or provoke them, but instead made them close."
He really hoped that the Sweat-Battle Horse would kill Wang Qiaochu. In this way, Lin Qihai and others would inevitably beat Miao Jingyun and others into honeycombs and even destroy the Miao family.
That would kill two birds with one stone.
Unfortunately, Miao Jingyun was too domineering and failed.
"It doesn't matter, people make mistakes, and horses make mistakes."
"This time I didn't succeed, so wait for the next time. Anyway, we don't have to fight, kill, risk, cost, and failure is nothing."
Song Hongyan looked very open-minded: "But my man probably will be blamed. Today's appearance may be counted on him."
She knew in her heart that the sweat-blooded BMW was suddenly frightened and injured. Wang Qiaochu and the others were not able to react now, but if they calmed down, they would have problems.
At that time, regardless of whether there is any evidence or not, they will determine that it was done by Ye Fan or Tang Ruoxue.
While speaking, she lit her fingers on the screen a few times, and the camera switched from the runway to the VIP room.
The place where Lin Baishun just stayed.
Lin Baishun's expression tightened: "Do you want to tell President Ye?"
Song Hongyan glanced at him: "What do you think?"
With an indescribable sharpness in this look, Lin Baishun's eyelids twitched and immediately shut up, knowing that he had violated something.
Some things can be reminded, but some things really cannot be reminded.
"Don't worry, Ye Fan can withstand it, and it can be considered to be an increase in his growth."
Song Hongyan withdrew her reproachful eyes and fell back on the magazine and spoke:
"How can he stand on the top of the Dragon Capital without experiencing ups and downs..."
Then she looked at Miao Marian who broke into the VIP room on the screen: