Chapter 43: The Bloody Invitation

  "My god, who the hell is so despicable." The fatty in the back was a bit better off but still got blasted and started cursing.

  "Don't... don't..." The taxi driver hastily interrupted, "Just now when they didn't turn on the lights, I saw the logo. Even the car in front is the latest Mercedes-Benz model. The one in the middle seems to be a motorhome. They're definitely not ordinary people, we can't afford to mess with them."

  The taxi driver said, while shifting into reverse gear, planning to back up and make way. But then one of the cars suddenly accelerated, passing directly by their side, then making a sharp turn, and ended up right behind the taxi, sandwiching it in the middle.

  "Screech......" The taxi driver was so frightened that he hastily stepped on the brakes and stood there stupidly.

  "Don't worry, they're looking for me. This is the fare." The fare was only over thirty, Zhao Long directly threw a hundred yuan to the taxi driver and pushed open the door to get out of the car.

  No one would drive a Mercedes-Benz and a house car in the middle of the night to intercept a taxi, especially on a street like Chenguang 10th Street. If someone blocks the intersection of Chenguang 6th Street, it's likely related to oneself.

  With great power comes great trouble.

  "Be careful, boss." Fatso also struggled to squeeze out of the taxi at this time. As soon as he came out, the taxi obviously rose a bit.

  Shuguang 10th Street is an old street area, formerly a rural-urban fringe area. Now there is only one main road with streetlights. Once you enter the entrance of a certain street, there are no streetlights. For example, at this moment, Liu Tiao Jie is pitch black, and only occasionally there are a few stalls selling roasted lamb skewers that have not closed, and the owner has lit up small light bulbs.

  Such a place once the big lights are turned on, the light is very dazzling, let alone three cars at the same time. This behavior itself is not very friendly, and after Zhao Long and others came down, those lights were still shining on them.

  "Damn it, who the hell is so despicable, what's with all this fuss." Fatso didn't care about that, looked around and picked up a half-brick, ready to fight at any moment.

  "Give it to me." Zhao Long covered his eyes with his left hand, blocking the glare of the obviously modified xenon headlights. He casually reached out and took the half-brick that Fatso had picked up. The next instant, Zhao Long suddenly crouched down slightly, then sprang up more than three meters high. As he soared through the air, he quickly adapted to the light here, and at the same time, crushed the brick in his hand into powder.

  "Whoosh... whoosh... whoosh..." Six broken bricks flew out with precision.

  "Bang...... Bang...... Bang...... Bang...... Bang...... Bang......" Six loud noises, the surroundings suddenly became dark again, only the taxi's lights were still on, as for those three luxury cars' headlights, they had all been smashed by Zhao Long.

  Zhao Longgang shattered the car lights, and four bodyguards got out of the two cars in front and back. Their movements were no weaker than those of Nie Gang's bodyguards. Moreover, they were obviously the kind of people who had seen bloodshed, with daggers, bayonets, short knives, and electric batons in hand, directly surrounding him.

  "Be careful, old man." said the fatty, and then picked up a half-meter-long wooden stick as thick as his wrist from beside him. This was Shuguang Tenth Street, where there were many waste collection stations around, with bungalows everywhere, this kind of thing could be seen and found anywhere.

  "Stop." At this time, a voice came from the middle house car, and then the side door opened. Tang Haofu got out first, and then went to the back to open the door of the house car. Lei Xiangyu stepped out from inside.

  "According to the criminal law, damaging others' property worth a certain amount can lead to imprisonment. These few car lights of mine add up to at least tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan, enough for you to be sentenced to several years." Lei Xiangyu walked to the front of the RV and looked at the damaged headlights, saying this.

  "Do you want me to call the police for you?" Zhao Long said calmly, without a hint of fear.

  "Not bad, not bad. I knew you'd win. You're the one who got me drunk, and you're definitely not an ordinary person. Now it seems that you really have skills up your sleeve. As a superior, I won't hold it against you for this small matter, or others will laugh at me. Didn't you enjoy gambling last time? I recently acquired an entertainment and lottery company, and just set up a new casino ship with everything on it, including billiards. This time, I'm here to deliver the invitation in person."

  He was not very tall, only about 1.68 meters, and when he saw Lei Xiangyu looking at him, he suddenly took out an invitation card and with a flick of his wrist it had already flown out. The flying invitation card was like a projectile knife, and in an instant it had reached Zhao Long's front.

  The surroundings of this invitation are all wrapped in white metal, and with this technique and force, even a wooden stake can be cut off. Moreover, it is extremely dangerous to try to grab it during rapid rotation.

  This person can infuse power into the invitation, obviously a practitioner of internal martial arts, and his inner strength is thick and powerful, surpassing Jiang Yan's by a margin. This move is indeed formidable; if Zhao Long were slightly weaker, or slightly touched, it would be skin torn and flesh burst, with even a possibility of crippling or severe injury.

  It happened suddenly and the situation was very critical, there was no time to think. Zhao Long directly raised his left hand and grabbed the flying invitation with a swift motion.

  The person who threw the invitation didn't think Zhao Long would catch it, and his eyebrows rose as he let out a hum from his nose.

  "This is like a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken, what kind of trick are you going to play?" Zhao Long had already figured out Rui Xiangyu's character after two encounters, and he knew that his invitation definitely wasn't for any good.

  "Haha......" Lei Xiangyu laughed and said: "There's a saying that goes, the people who understand you best aren't yourself or your friends, but your enemies. Although you're not worthy of being my enemy yet, you do seem to understand me pretty well. Aren't you fond of being a hero? Don't you love causing trouble? Now I'll give you another chance. Haha......"

  Lei Xiangyu finished speaking, waved his hand and got on the car. The others also got on their cars. One of the bodyguards directly sat in the taxi that had just left, letting him lead the way. The motorcade quickly left.

  "Boss, is this the Lei Xiangyu you said wanted to play hero and rescue the beauty? Boss, what's wrong with your hand?" Fatso came over, borrowing the light from a nearby lamb skewer restaurant, and saw that Zhao Long's left hand was bleeding. The blood flowed down from the invitation in Zhao Long's hand, dripping slowly drop by drop.

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