Yang Hao stood in front of his Jetta and frowned, because a black trot blocked the road in front of his car, blocking the road he was leaving. On the side of the black trot, a man in his twenties
A young man in gorgeous clothes was leaning on a sports car, holding a cigarette and chatting with a group of young men and women in front of him. Around this group of men and women, six or seven valuable sports cars of various types were parked.
"Hey, you're blocking my car, please move."
Yang Hao frowned and shouted to the young man who was leaning on the sports car. These young men and women were all dressed in gorgeous clothes. Most of these sports cars were worth a lot of money. I guess these young men and women were a group of rich second generation or official officials.
Generation, I am out in the middle of the night to form a group for excitement.
Yang Hao has no hatred towards the second generation of officials or the second generation of rich people, because in terms of family background, his third generation of officials is not comparable to many in the whole of China, but he has no hatred for those who lie under the wings of their fathers and only know how to eat, drink and have fun.
Yang Hao somewhat looked down upon that kind of person.
While others were still busy picking up girls, racing cars, and clubbing for excitement, he was already crawling around in the military camp, going through life and death on the battlefield, performing extremely dangerous tasks in the hail of bullets, and serving the Chinese people.
Strength and peace are paying.
He has the right to look down on these rich kids who only know how to spend money.
He has everything they have, and he has everything they don’t have!
The young man leaning on the sports car looked back at Yang Hao. After looking up and down, he turned his head and continued talking to the group of people, as if he had not heard Yang Hao speak at all, nor had he seen Yang Hao.
generally.
Yang Hao's brows furrowed even more.
Just now, that impulsive and violent girl Xue Na was in danger. If he hadn't arrived in time and rescued her with a fruit knife that he usually used to peel fruits, I'm afraid she would have fallen into the hands of those three gangsters now.
I don't know if it was because of the embarrassing incident with her last time that Yang Hao obviously cared a little more about Xue Na. If it were someone else, Yang Hao wouldn't bother to follow her.
There were clearly three gangsters, but suddenly one of them was missing. Moreover, the other two were unarmed and were not afraid at all. Instead, they came towards her. Such an abnormal thing, even if you think about it with your toes, you should understand that this is a trap.
What she should have done for a while was to protect her own safety, but Xue Na chose to take action recklessly. Yang Hao almost vomited blood when he saw it. He didn't know how Xue Na had been specially trained before...
According to Xue Na's reckless behavior, given the environment Yang Hao and the others were in, even ten lives would not be enough to lose...
If he hadn't happened to be here today, then Xue Na would probably have died in the hands of those three gangsters. Thinking of this, Yang Hao felt a little angry, because he couldn't happen to be by her side like this every time...
He quietly returned to the roadside parking lot outside Jinhaiyang, only to find that his car was blocked again. The other party was still so arrogant and defiant, which made Yang Hao's original anger surge up.
"Are you deaf and can't hear? Move your car, it's blocking the road."
Yang Hao's voice was a bit loud, and the group of men and women who were chatting enthusiastically stopped chatting and turned their heads to look this way. Some looked at Yang Hao, and some looked at the young man leaning on the sports car. But this group of people
There was more of an expression on his face looking forward to watching the fun.
The young man's face changed slightly, he turned around and sneered: "What's wrong with blocking your way? If you don't want to cause trouble, just get out of here. If you keep nagging me, I'll smash your car."
Yang Hao suddenly laughed: "So you won't move the car?"
The young man raised his hands, with a bit of surprise on his face: "Listening to your tone, it sounds like you have an idea. It just so happens that I'm fine, so I'll play with you..."
"Are you having fun?" Yang Hao looked at the black trot and grinned: "If you don't move, I'll help you move."
"Help me move?"
As if he heard a funny joke, the young man raised the car key in his hand: "Here is the car key. If you have the skills, come and get it..."
Yang Hao looked at his Jetta, then at the position of the black sports car, then walked to the rear of the black sports car and looked at it.
Not only did the young man look at Yang Hao strangely, but even the men and women around him looked at Yang Hao in confusion. They obviously didn't understand what Yang Hao wanted to do. The black sports car was locked, and you didn't have to move it.
Did you get the key from the young man?
"Ran Ran, what is he going to do?"
In the crowd, Yan Beibei stared at Yang Hao curiously and turned to ask her best friend Yue Xiaoran next to her. Yan Beibei had been in Zhonghai for two months. Yue Xiaoran was her best friend and they were together every day.
To play, she went out for a ride today, and she also took Yue Xiaoran with her.
Compared to Yan Beibei, who has an exaggerated smoky make-up and is wearing a sexy miniskirt, Yue Xiaoran is dressed much more conventionally, with a knee-length pleated skirt and a face that is a little baby fat.
A bit shy.
"Beibei, I guess he wants to push Yan Ming's car away..."
"Push the car with your hands?"
Yan Beibei turned her head, stretched out her white hands in an exaggerated manner, touched Yue Xiaoran's forehead, and said with a smile: "Ranran, you must have a fever, right? Yan Ming's car is locked.
Yes, he wanted to push the car away with his own strength, haha..."
The young men and women around also heard what Yan Beibei said, and they all burst out laughing, as if they had heard a big joke.
At this moment, Yang Hao seemed to have finally found a place, took a breath, suddenly raised his right foot, and kicked the tail of the black trot hard.
"boom!"
Amidst the loud noise, Yan Ming's black trot suddenly slid forward, leaving several obvious black marks on the ground. At the rear of the car, the place where Yang Hao's feet were placed was completely dented.
All laughter stopped abruptly.
Yan Beibei, Yan Ming and others opened their eyes wide and looked at the scene in front of them in horror. Their mouths were opened so wide that they could stuff duck eggs.
Is this guy a monster?
One kick actually kicked a locked car open two to three meters!
What would be the effect of such a kick on someone?
Yang Hao, as if he had completed a trivial task, clapped his hands and smiled at the stunned group of men and women, revealing eight white teeth. However, this smile fell into the eyes of everyone, but it looked like a monster.
They showed their fangs, and they were so fierce that several of them took several steps back unconsciously, with frightened expressions on their faces.
The anger that had accumulated in Yang Hao's heart was released all at once with this kick. Looking at the appearance of these men and women, Yang Hao was in a good mood and ignored them. He got in the car, started the car and drove out.
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Yan Ming finally reacted and let out a scream: "It's my car! Don't leave, come out..."
Yang Hao pushed the accelerator to the bottom, and the car suddenly started roaring like a wounded monster, and rushed towards Yan Ming, who was approaching screaming.
Before Yan Ming finished speaking, he saw Yang Hao's car rushing straight towards him. His voice suddenly stopped and his face suddenly turned pale. He wanted to run away, but he found that his feet were sore and weak.
He couldn't move at all, and he could only watch the car hit him.
Yan Beibei and others looked at this scene, their eyes widened, and they subconsciously screamed in fear. Some of the timid ones had already closed their eyes.
Seeing that the Jetta was about to hit Yan Ming, Yang Hao swung the steering wheel and then stepped on the brakes. The car swerved sideways amidst the harsh braking sound, and actually completed a 90-degree turn in a very small distance.
The car swerved, and the car stopped just when it was about to pass Yan Ming.
Yan Ming sat down on the ground and looked at the Jetta that finally stopped roaring. A feeling of rebirth rose from the bottom of Yan Ming's heart. He looked in horror at Yang Hao, who was sitting in the cab and looking calmly.
, his face was already distorted by extreme fear.
madman!
This is a lunatic!
Yan Ming gasped for breath, and in just a moment, the cold sweat all over his body had already soaked his clothes...
Yang Hao glanced at Yan Ming, who had a pale face and was trembling all over. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He was so frightened that he almost peed his pants. What a coward!
Of course Yang Hao didn't want to kill Yan Ming, he just wanted to scare Yan Ming. I think after this time, he would be more restrained.
Yang Hao picked up the cigarette next to him, took out one without haste, lit it, and took a deep breath. Then he stepped on the accelerator and the Jetta roared out again.
“So cool!”
Yan Beibei stared at the retreating Jetta with bright eyes, and there were two strange blushes on her face. She had opened her eyes wide just now, clearly watching how Yang Hao in the cab was operating the car lightly, and completed the task.
That thrilling flick.
"Catch up, catch up!"
Yan Beibei suddenly jumped up, took Yue Xiaoran's hand, and ran quickly towards her Audi TT. The other young men and women also reacted and got into their own cars.
"Hurry up and chase!"
"We can't let him escape!"
Yan Ming was also helped up from the ground by a companion. He looked at the sports cars rushing out one after another. He took a deep breath, pushed away his companions, and shouted in a low voice: "We will chase them too!"
Yan Ming walked to his sports car and was about to get into the driver's seat, but felt that his feet were still soft. He hesitated a little and threw the sports car key to his companion: "Jiang Hai, you drive."
Jiang Hai glanced at Yan Ming in slight surprise. When he saw that Yan Ming's feet were still shaking slightly, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. Fortunately, he pursed his lips tightly and finally suppressed his laughter.
Yan Ming naturally noticed the strange look on Jiang Hai's face, but at this time he was no longer in the mood to care about it, and urged: "Drive quickly, we must not let that guy escape!"
Jiang Hai skillfully started the car and chased the car in front, while asking: "What do you want to do?"
Yan Ming's face was gloomy, he stared straight ahead, gritted his teeth and roared: "I want him to live worse than death!" (To be continued)