Dislocation is not a serious injury and can be solved by any Chinese medicine clinic.
The sourness in it is something even a child can tolerate.
However, Zhao Wu and the other three were rolling around on the ground crying and howling. This made Lu Fei extremely despised. He got out of the car and kicked Zhao Wu hard.
When he tried to deal with Han Zhiyu and Li Minghao again, these two guys saw that the situation was not going well, crossed their arms, stretched out their long legs, and disappeared in a flash.
Zhao Wu, who had just gotten up, saw this scene clearly. Thousands of grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart, all of which were realized by the two unreliable pig teammates.
Damn it!
What about the promised revolutionary friendship?
What about sharing the joys and sorrows as promised?
Have you all fucking met God?
So damn unreliable.
Hold!
At this moment, Lu Fei gave up on Han and Li and approached Zhao Wu step by step.
That ferocious look and malicious smile scared Zhao Wu to the point where all his 48,000 hairs stood on end and goosebumps spread all over his body.
But I'm afraid of returning home, and I can't lose face.
If Lu Fei is frightened like this, will he still be able to hang out in Bianliang City in the future?
Zhao Wu retreated and shouted at Lu Fei.
"rag collector, if you dare to hit us, I'll tell you it's over."
"This is Bianliang City, and I have ten thousand ways to deal with you."
"If you have any sense, kneel down and beg for mercy. I might give you a chance. Otherwise... you, what are you doing?"
"Don't come over here. A gentleman talks but doesn't do anything..."
"Lu Fei, you...ah!"
Not only did Zhao Wu's threat not scare Lu Fei, but he received a loud blow from Lu Fei.
Lu Fei used all his strength to slap Zhao Wu, who weighed more than 200 kilograms, in a circle. The corners of his mouth were bleeding, and half of his face was swollen at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.
Zhao Wu used his good right hand to cover his burning left face. In broad daylight, his eyes were filled with bright stars.
Lu Fei lit up his cigarette, glared at Zhao Wu, and said fiercely.
"Even you bastards who don't know a lot of Chinese characters can work in a museum. This kind of filthy institution will give me a golden mountain, and I won't care about it."
"You and your uncle thought that Emperor Shan Gao was far away and acted arbitrarily in secret, but you didn't know that God was watching what people were doing."
"Sooner or later there will be a thunderstorm, and your men's fate will be 10,000 times worse than mine."
Zhao Wu backed away slowly and raised his finger to land, his eyes full of resentment.
"rag collector, shut the fuck up."
"You are just an outsider who collects rags. Who do you think you are?"
"If you have the guts, don't run away. Wait for me for ten minutes at most. I want you to regret living in this world."
Lu Fei threw the cigarette butt hard on the ground, and it suddenly exploded.
"Damn it, it seems that I am still too kind. Since you are so stubborn, I will help you today."
Lu Fei stamped his feet, and Zhao Wu screamed and ran in the direction of Han and Li.
Lu Fei deliberately slowed down his pace to catch up, frightening Zhao Wu to the point of death.
The dislocation of his left arm obviously restricted Zhao Wu's balance. The 200-pound fat man stumbled around, looking like a pampered fat penguin in Antarctica.
After running a few steps, I lost my center of gravity and fell.
The distance to the intersection was only fifty meters, and Zhao Wu knocked down five dogs and chewed their shit.
On the other side of the intersection, when he saw two unreliable teammates, Zhao Wu was already bruised and bruised.
Looking back, Lu Fei didn't catch up. Zhao Wu sat down on the ground and coughed violently.
"Son of a bitch!"
"You two little grandsons are so unloyal."
Li Minghao looked ashamed and handed Zhao Wu a cigarette, but Zhao Wu slapped him on the ground.
"Young Master Zhao, this rag-collecting bastard is so powerful that we are no match for him."
"We are just attracting firepower to help you break through. I didn't expect that this guy didn't follow the routine and didn't chase us at all. There's nothing we can do about it."
Zhao Wu gritted his teeth and gave Li Minghao a big eye roll.
Han Zhiyu lit the cigarette for Zhao Wu again and said with an apologetic smile.
"Master Zhao, what should we do next?"
"How about we call the police and let the police deal with him."
Zhao Wu rolled his eyes again and spat at Han Zhiyu fiercely.
"Repay your mother!"
"I can't afford to lose this guy."
"The rivers and lakes are the rivers and lakes. If word spreads, will I still be able to hang out in Bianliang City?"
Although Han Zhiyu's family is rich, his connections are far inferior to those of Zhao Wu's uncle Zhao Zhiyong.
Although Zhao Wu's words hurt his heart, Han Zhiyu dared not speak out in anger.
"Then what do you think we should do?"
"I can't beat you."
“We can’t just let it go like this!”
Zhao Wu took a big sip and said through gritted teeth.
"If we can't defeat him, there will always be someone who can deal with him."
"This is Master Huo's territory. Master Huo's subordinate Yan Yonghui owes my uncle a favor. I will call him right now and ask Yan Yonghui to take care of him."
"puff!"
Hearing Yan Yonghui's name, Han and Li both took a step back, looking like they had seen a ghost.
"Young Master Zhao, Yan Yonghui is nicknamed the Prince of Hell. He is either dead or injured when he attacks. Do you want to play it so big?"
Zhao Wu snorted coldly: "What? Are you afraid?"
"Look at how aggressive you two are. Your hands were broken and you're still so hesitant."
"If you're scared, you two should get out of here. If something happens, I'll be the one to take care of it."
Han and Li were a little hesitant at first, after all, the viciousness of Lord Yama was really outrageous.
But after looking at the severed hand that Lu Fei had dislocated, he gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind.
"Dry!"
Zhao Wu's cell phone was in his left trouser pocket and could not be reached with his intact right hand.
The three of them cooperated and finally took out their mobile phones.
"Hey! Brother Yan, I'm Zhao Wu..."
Just when Zhao Wu called to move reinforcements, something happened to Lu Fei, whom they hated so much... something happened.
Lu Fei just tried to scare Zhao Wu and the three of them, and he really wanted to deal with them, so none of them could escape.
Seeing Zhao Wu's bereaved look, Lu Fei smiled and walked back to get the car.
After walking a few steps, someone screamed on the side of the road.
"Collect rags, get out of the way!"
"Hide!"
Lu Fei instinctively turned around to look. It didn't matter. Lu Fei was scared to death.
A pure white Porsche Cayenne crashed straight into him, less than two meters away from him.
Although the Cayenne is not very fast, it would be damn unbearable if it got hit.
"I...day!"
Lu Fei cursed and threw himself towards the sidewalk on the right with all his strength, barely escaping the fatal blow.
Lu Fei held on to the lamppost and tried to stand up to argue with the driver, but an even more thrilling scene happened.
The Cayenne rushed onto the sidewalk and hit Lu Fei again, who was just about to stand up.
Lu Fei was dumbfounded.
Passers-by A, B, B, and D were collectively stunned.
The young girls screamed and closed their eyes.
At such a close distance, even Daluo Jinxian has no chance of recovery.
The most horrific scene was about to happen. Lu Fei turned over and leaned against the street lamp pole, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, preparing to accept the arrival of death.