"Master, Master, I know where Li Yunxiang is, and I am going to compete with him today."
Although Scar Man didn't believe Zhao Haitang's lies, he felt there was no need to hide it for Li Yunxiang. After all, this guy was the resident champion of the motorcycle competition, and everyone who drove a motorcycle knew it.
Zhao Haitang threw the water bottle in his hand to him: "That's just right, take us there."
The man hurriedly took the water bottle. The water bottle was not big, just a normal mineral water of about 600 ml, but now it was less than half, but even so, the scarred man kept it as if he had found a treasure.
"Go away, go away, it's none of your business."
Scar Man's intimidation is still there. Seeing him chase people away and the onlookers disperse in a hurry, it is still not worthwhile to be beaten for half a bottle of water.
"You guys are not easy to take care of."
The scarred man looked at the three lolita next to Leng Feng and said with some trepidation that with so many people, only Tianzhu could carry them away on a motorcycle.
"It's okay, just take them with you."
Leng Feng waved his hand.
The scarred man immediately patted the motorcycle and said with a flattering look on his face: "Sir, please sit down."
As a senior second-generation rich man, Zhao Haitang could tell at a glance that this person was really trying to please him, and wondered if this poor place was so short of water?
Frankly speaking, a bottle of mineral water is nothing, but people who can use mineral water as urine don't have to think twice to know that they are rich.
In Donghai City, because the Dragon King of the East China Sea imprisoned a group of dragons and used the power of the dragons to nourish and cultivate the East China Sea Dragon Pearls, and because these dragons were from the Dan River and needed fresh water, Donghai City was extremely short of water.
Of course, Scar Man didn't know that, but he knew that Donghai City was short of water, and he was also short of water. Water was money, and spreading water meant throwing coins, so he immediately changed his attitude towards Zhao Haitang.
Violence can't break him, but money can!
Zhao Haitang got on the motorcycle, and Nezha immediately jumped on the front of the motorcycle and sat down on it.
Looking at this brat, the scarred man opened his mouth and wanted to slap him down. However, considering that he might be the one who fell to the ground after the attack, he also thought that if this young man was in a good mood, he might still be able to do it.
Treat yourself to a few bottles of water,
Twisting the handle, Scar Man started the motorcycle and drove towards the direction of the motorcycle competition.
Not long after, a Harley-Davidson with a ghost face followed up. The scarred man turned around and saw that it was the three little girls just now. Don't tell me, the cars of these three little girls are really good-looking!
The front of the car is a ferocious steel skeleton, and the body of the car is covered with steel skeletons, like a motorcycle haunted by real evil spirits.
Wait, three little lolita’s cars?
The scarred man braked suddenly and almost threw Nezha out. Damn it, a kid is driving?
Natsuki Chiju was driving, Sakura Matou was sitting in the middle, and Anna Kondo was sitting at the back, but that's not the point. The point is where was the guy with the crew cut just now?
"Are you looking for death?"
Nezha turned his head and looked at the scarred man fiercely.
"No, she, he, there is another person?"
The scarred man was dumbfounded. Are all children so good these days? They can even drive a motorcycle by themselves, but the problem is, you are so tall that you can’t even step on the accelerator, how can you drive it?
"Why are you so busy? Hurry up and drive!"
Zhao Haitang said impatiently and took out another bottle of mineral water: "Drive faster, this bottle of water is yours too."
A big dog is a big dog. The scarred man immediately forgot about the three little lolita, twisted the handle of the car, and drove past. What kind of lolita is driving? Is it important to have water?
"Quickly, catch up!"
Kondo Anna turned her head and looked ahead, excitedly.
Qianju Natsuyo immediately turned the handle of the car.
Leng Feng: These are my ears!
He had no choice but to speed up and catch up. He took the three little girls and followed Scar Man's motorcycle to the Donghai Motorcycle Racing Stadium.
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Because it is an irregular competition, the motorcyclists only need to enter the racing track, wait for the time, and then rush forward. Whoever reaches the finish line first will be the champion.
This Donghai motorcycle competition is held every month. The organizer is a weirdo wearing a mask, and the reward is...a bucket of water.
The entrance of the scarred man did not attract everyone's attention. After all, this guy was just a backdrop, someone who accompanied him every time he ran. However, the appearance of the three little lolita attracted the attention of everyone present.
There is no way, the three little lolita combined are not as big as most of the people present. Even in terms of height, it would take two lolita combined to compare, but these three lolita are driving a motorcycle.
To participate in the competition, everyone has to doubt life.
"This car is a bit strange, isn't it?"
A thin figure wearing a mask appeared in front of the ghost-faced Harley. He touched his chin and muttered: "But it's really cool!"
"Stop talking nonsense, when is the competition?"
Qianju Natsuyo asked.
"Come on, come on, little girl, are you sure you want to compete? Also, are there too many people behind you?"
The masked man pointed at Qianju Natsuyo's back. It didn't matter if a kid came to compete. He also carried two friends during the competition. Is this a rhythm that requires three lives per car?
"Next, I will drive." Sakura Matou, who was sitting in the middle, raised her hand weakly: "We agreed to take turns driving."
"Hey, boss, it's a bit awkward to let a kid drive, isn't it?"
On the racing track, a lady wearing a white motorcycle suit frowned.
Compared with other unreliable motorcycle riders, this lady's protective measures are quite good. At least she wears a helmet.
"Are you afraid of losing to the children? Wei Luo Luo!"
Kondo Anna made a face at her sister.
"Little sister, motorcycles are not as simple as you think."
Sister Yu was not angry, but persuaded softly.
"Humph, Sakura, she looks down on you, give her a show."
Kondo Anna poked Matou Sakura on the back.
Matou Sakura smiled shyly at Sister Yu, and then turned the handle of the car.
Leng Feng:......
If I had known better, I wouldn’t have turned into Ghostface Harley!
Under Matou Sakura's 'control', the Ghost-faced Harley suddenly became independent on the spot, and the front wheel tilted up directly, while the three little lolita were still sitting firmly on the Ghost-faced Harley.
The people around immediately whistled and gave thumbs up to the little lolita's performance. These three little lolita have great skills!
The front wheels were put down, and everyone waited for a while. The last champion Li Yunxiang finally arrived, and everyone finally saw the reincarnation of Nezha.
Handsome in appearance, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, he rode a modified motorcycle, carrying a little girl, waving to everyone.
"Well, this Nezha is a bit old."
Zhao Haitang smacked his lips. No matter the Nezha in the world or the Nezha in this world, they are all in the form of a child. Even in reality, Nezha still looks like a boy. This Nezha is probably over 20 years old.
"What Nezha?"
The scarred man looked puzzled?
"Hey, why are you still here?"
Nezha snatched the water from Zhao Haitang's hand and gave it to him, then pushed him off the motorcycle: "You go ahead and let me drive the car first."
The scarred man stood in the auditorium holding a bottle and a half of water with a confused look on his face. He saw that the kid who beat him before actually grabbed the handle of the motorcycle and smiled provocatively at the three lolita around him.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, the masked man jumped up on a lamppost, holding a small iron rod in his hand and pointing in the air.
Peng!
Like a flare gun being fired, everyone's motorcycles immediately rushed off the track.
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