"Damn it, what do you poor people want to do?" A red-haired young man pointed at the group of people who were slapped in the face and said.
"Poor NMB, brothers, these grandsons dare to compete with us for girls, go ahead and kill them." One person shouted, and immediately, a group of people rushed forward.
"Brothers, wait a moment." Zhang Fan suddenly said.
"Brother Fan, if these people dare to scold us, fuck them."
"Yes, Brother Fan, there are so many of us and there are so few of them. Damn it, if I don't cry for them, I won't believe in the king." One person said with a red neck.
Hong Mao smiled disdainfully. "You trash, how dare you hit me?"
"Haha, let me see who dares to take action today." A man slowly walked over and stared at Zhang Fan with cold eyes.
"Boy, even though you have more people, I'm just standing here, how dare you hit me?" One person squinted at Zhang Fan and even stretched out his face.
Weng Yufeng, who was standing not far away, almost laughed out loud.
Damn it, Zhang Fan dared to beat himself and Yi Bing, what the hell are these grandchildren?
Ouyang Feng put his arms around his sister's waist and leaned against the car, with a look of pity in his eyes.
"Brother Feng, aren't you afraid that they will fight?" the girl whispered as she snuggled into Ouyang Feng's arms.
"Afraid, I'm afraid that all of these people will go to the hospital today." Ouyang Feng said calmly.
Are you kidding, is Zhang Fan an ordinary person? They can even take down a group of criminals with guns, so who are they?
Sure enough, just when Ouyang Feng finished speaking, Zhang Fan took action.
Raise your hand and slap me!
Snap!
An extremely clear voice sounded.
The young man's head seemed to have been hit hard by a hammer, and he fell towards the ground.
"Brothers, you are here to watch the racing, not to fight. Leave the fighting to me."
Zhang Fan said, his eyes coldly scanning the group of people in front of him.
Yi Bing felt chills all over, especially looking at the man who was knocked over by Zhang Fan's slap, his face felt painful.
"Ah, boy, I'm going to kill you." The man got up and rushed towards Zhang Fan.
"Haha!" Zhang Fan sneered, raised his leg, and kicked the man away.
The clean movements made Yi Bing and the others all shrink their heads.
Even the people who slapped Tuan in the face were dumbfounded.
Damn it, this person flew five meters away?
"Damn it, if you dare to hit our brothers, go ahead."
Immediately, more than sixty people rushed towards Zhang Fan.
"You guys just stand there and don't move, just watch the show." Zhang Fan raised his lips, kicked his right leg violently on the ground, and flew out like a cannonball.
"Go on, he's alone, break his legs!"
Zhang Fan sneered, grabbed one person's shoulders, lifted that person up, and then threw him heavily at the group of people behind him.
"Wori, is this okay?" One person in the face-slapping group was shocked.
"Tch, you're new here. Brother Fan is a top-notch fighter when we fight."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Fan turned into the crowd like a ghost.
Elbow, punch, slap, kick...
Two minutes later, more than sixty people were all lying on the ground groaning.
Weng Shuang looked at the devil-like figure with a dull look on his face.
Weng Yufeng shook the tip of his tongue fiercely, completely unable to believe his eyes.
Damn it, are they all done?
"Who else?" Zhang Fan sneered, and immediately stared at Yi Bing.
The latter shrank his neck and quickly took a few steps back.
"To be honest, I didn't make a move." Yi Bing spread his hands to indicate that he hadn't moved at all.
At this moment, his scalp was numb.
Damn, how can this kid be so fierce?
"Let's start racing." Zhang Fan ignored Yi Bing and walked directly towards a black modified car.
"Brother Fan is mighty!"
The roar suddenly echoed through the sky.
To relieve your anger, one person beats more than 60 people. Damn it, even if you use a stick to beat a pig, it's not that fast!
Several girls had stars in front of their eyes. They covered their mouths with their hands and looked dull.
After a long time, he started shouting.
"Brother Fan, please be my boyfriend!"
Zhang Fan almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
He doesn't do grass powder!
"Yi Bing, let's get started. The ink is sparse. The papers are in my hand. If you dare not pay back the money, I will block the door of your house and beat you every time I see you." Zhang Fan said, fastening his seat belt and tapping with his fingers.
On the car door.
Yi Bing's legs became weak and she slowly walked towards the red modified car beside Zhang Fan.
As soon as he got in the car, Yi Bing gradually recovered. He raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Fan contemptuously: "Boy, be prepared for 20 million."
"Haha, I'll wait." Zhang Fan smiled coldly and stared ahead!
At this time, Wang Xionghui held a red flag and kept waving it.
"three!"
"two!"
"One! GO!"
"Buzz!"
Zhang Fan and Yi Bing started the car at the same time, and the whole car flew out like an arrow.
The person who was slapped in the face suddenly had his eyes shining brightly, and he was very excited as he looked at the passing car.
"It's our Brother Fan's first public drag racing competition. We have to support him. Brothers, let's rocket up."
Suddenly, in Yang Haochen's live broadcast room, the rocket soared crazily.
Yang Haochen was confused for a while. He couldn't explain this thing. Damn it.
Wang Xionghui walked over, grabbed the phone and said, "I'll explain."
"In this competition, one is our brother Fan, and the other is the second-generation rich man who won the gold medal last year. I believe that we brothers all know what happened to brother Fan a month ago. To be honest, I am very panicked, although Yi Bing is not a professional racing car
hands, but there is no doubt about his strength.
Moreover, this guy is very familiar with the terrain here, you see."
Wang Xionghui pointed to the rugged track and said: "The track here is very irregular, the ground is uneven, and it is mud. For novices, such a place is undoubtedly fatal. But..."
Wang Xionghui was stunned by the scene in front of him.
Zhang Fan's car actually flew over.
"Did you see it? Did you see it? Our Brother Fan is flying. I have to say that I have been playing with cars for two years and I still don't dare to fly over here. Look ahead, it is a sharp bend. Oops, Brother Fan is in danger!"
Wang Xionghui was shocked. According to the height of Zhang Fan's leap and the speed of the car, after landing, he was only two meters away from the sharp bend. Oh my God, this was about to hit him.
Whether it is the people at the scene or the people in the live broadcast room, their hearts are hanging at this moment.
Weng Shuang's face turned pale. In front of that sharp bend was a two-meter-high dirt bag. If he hit it at such a speed, he would definitely be injured.
"Haha, boy, let him go crazy and dare to play with a speed car on the death curve. Isn't this looking for death?" A red-haired young man covered his swollen face and sneered, his eyes flashed with extremely malicious light.
If possible, he really wanted to hack Zhang Fan to death.
This was the first time he had been slapped in the face since he was a child, and his face was swollen!
Bang!
Zhang Fan's car landed. At this moment, Zhang Fan did not panic. His right hand shook violently on the manual joystick.
Crunch!
boom!
The body shifted by one meter and the entire car passed through the fatal curve.
"Damn it, what did I see? A deflection! Oh my god, you made a deflection the moment the flying car landed. I can't guarantee that the entire S city, no, not even the professional drivers, can do such a move."