Chapter 47: Baobei Doesn't Understand

  After getting off the bus, these people didn't look at Zhao Zi Yang but instead followed the leader and walked forward with a certain aura.

  The one leading, probably around thirty years old, wore a casual outfit, with a faint smile on his face, his hair was perfectly combed, and his pale complexion gave off an elegant feel.

  This is the leader of the Black Tiger Gang, named Lu Dihu Long. He single-handedly created the Black Tiger Gang. The gang's name is called Black Tiger Gang, mainly to achieve a situation where the dragon and tiger are in a dominant position, with an absolutely not small appetite.

  Seeing Lu Dihong's appearance, Zhao Ziyang shook his head slightly.

  If measured by ordinary human standards, Lu Dulong is absolutely a dragon among men. The air he exudes alone is something that ordinary people can't possess. He was able to carve out his own territory in Chinatown despite the suppression of the old gangs, which proves his outstanding character and charm.

  "Ladies and gentlemen, the monthly high-speed journey has begun again!" A young man with a Beatles hairstyle stood on a house car with a microphone, shouting loudly, his right hand waving, passionately roaring: "Let's party, oh wow..."

  As the opening ceremony's language, heavy metal music sounded, and the men and women below shouted loudly, with thick excitement on their faces. They took off their masks from daytime, and showed themselves in an unbridled and unmasked manner, being their true selves.

  The roar of the engine started, and several sports cars slowly drove onto the highway, heralding the start of an extreme speed trip.

  "Speed is our life, speed is the driving force for which we live."

  Today, the top drivers of past and present have gathered together to write a new chapter for speed." The Beatles said passionately to the crowd, stretching out his hand to pull up a stunningly beautiful woman onto the RV, gently patting her buttocks and saying: "Today's champion will enjoy the favor of Audi's famous racing model, Odell. Brave warriors, are you ready? Hahaha..."

  As the voice spoke, Audrey, the car model, gently twisted her body, her right hand sliding over her own body clad only in shorts and a vest, a seductive smile spreading across her face.

  It is undeniable that she is a beauty, and her devil-like figure alone is enough to make any man feel excited and hot.

  This is just the first game, and the reward for winning the first game is a beautiful woman with a thousand charms, how can one not get excited?

  "This beauty is mine, haha...". A big-bearded man wearing a racing suit laughed loudly and bumped his hips against Odalie's, making a provocative and obscene gesture.

  "No! No! No!" Another young driver with shoulder-length golden hair shook his head at the big-bearded man and said, "Tonight's wonderful time should be spent with me accompanying Audrey, Michael, you're just a barbarian who doesn't know how to cherish a beauty."

  "Haha, let's see about that, you're definitely going to lose today... Haha..." The big bearded man laughed loudly and got into his own car.

  The match is about to start, and the prizes have been displayed, nothing more to say.

  Several charming women wearing three-point seatbelts got into a sports car, they all came to vent and had to be selected to experience the thrill of speed with the driver.

  In other words, even if these drivers didn't win the championship, they wouldn't be lonely as long as they had a beautiful woman by their side.

  "London's changed city in one circle, the first one back is the champion!" The Beatles said the simple rules and indicated the countdown.

  Four sports cars were parked side by side on the highway, the sound of their engines and the smell of rubber from the tires scraping against the ground greatly stimulated the crowd's sensory system, they involuntarily let out a cheer, eagerly awaiting the start of the race.

  Each sports car has a racing girl holding a sign in front of it, with regular F1 formula cars coming and going, a combination of speed and beauty.

  A staff member of an organizing racing event holds a red flag standing in the center of the venue waiting for the last second of countdown.

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  "Last thirty seconds!" shouted the Beatles.

  Racing girl stands firm, four sports cars' tires rub against the ground more fiercely, a burst of blue smoke emerges, showing off immense power.

  "Ten, nine, eight, seven...... one!"

  As soon as the command was given, the staff holding the red flag threw it down fiercely. The moment the red flag fell, four sports cars rushed out like wild horses, deafening the audience with their thunderous roar and making the entire venue erupt instantly.

  "Oh!!!!!!......"

  "Ah!!!!!!!...... Come on Jones!......"

  “……”

  The extreme speed sensation makes these people like injecting stimulants, crazy shouting, they all have their own idols in their hearts, but the win or lose of the idol is not so important, what's important is this feeling.

  Standing beside the car with Ling Hu, Zhao Ziyang also felt an indescribable boiling sensation, and the hot blood in his body surged out as the racing car left. Only then did he realize why racing was so attractive to people - it wasn't just because of the many beautiful women surrounding them, but because this environment made people produce an unstoppable impulse and a way to seek self in speed.

  "Special forces, you seem very excited?" Ling Hu said with a mischievous glint in her eyes, still holding onto Zhao Ziyang's arm.

  "Exciting!" Zhao Ziyang nodded and said to Ling Hu, "Stimulating, a game for men."

  "Wrong!" The spirit fox stretched out a finger and shook it at him, saying: "Women are even more crazy when they play than men."

  Also, once a man's game is obsessed with by women, it's likely that all men will have to surrender, such as power.

  At this moment, Zhao Ziyang saw Angie and a gentleman-like man chatting and laughing together, with the man's hand even on Angie's shoulder.

  Zhao Ziyang turned his eyes away from the scene, but as soon as he did, Ling Hu broke free from his arm and strode forward.

  "Angel, you're in a pretty good mood today, aren't you?"

  "Z Zhao Ziyang smiled at Angie and stretched out his hand to the gentleman, saying: "Hello, nice to meet you."

  The gentleman saw Zhao Ziyang walking over and was stunned for a moment, then smiled casually and took his hand off An Qi'er's shoulder to shake hands with Zhao Ziyang.

  "Hello, nice to meet you too."

  This is courtesy, necessary understanding.

  Seeing Zhao Ziyang in front of her, An Qi'er smiled and skillfully slipped away from the gentleman's side.

  "You're all friends, you can chat, I'm thirsty." Angie said after walking to one side, leaving space for the two men.

  "Hehe, why don't we talk about something more useful... like..." Zhao Ziyang pointed at An Qi'er who was walking towards Ling Hu, and also pointed at the beautiful Ling Hu.

  The gentleman smiled, revealing a smile that all men understand, and walked towards the empty space beside the highway under Zhao Ziyang's invitation.

  With a loud "bang", Zhao Ziyang's fist heavily smashed onto the gentleman's face, directly knocking him out cold.

  "Damn it, blind date is a waste of time!" Zhao Ziyang cursed loudly, adjusted his clothes, and walked out with a smile on his face.

  When he could walk out, he saw Angel flirting with another man again, her face full of coquettish smiles, and a pair of gemstone-like eyes rolling with charming glances. When she saw Zhao Ziyang walking over, the corner of her mouth slightly raised, somewhat smiling but not quite.

  Zhao Ziyang walked over and greeted the man with a familiar trick, then lured him to the side of the road and knocked him down with one punch.

  When he walked out, he found Angel again with another man laughing and carelessly letting the man put his arm around her soft waist.

  But what's even more frustrating is that Ling Huo also hooked up with a man.

  Zhao Ziyang slapped his head hard, shuttling back and forth between An Qi'er and Ling Hu, constantly luring these guys to the side and knocking them out quickly. As for those who were difficult to deal with, Zhao Ziyang didn't hesitate to use his three P's of temptation, anyway, taking down one meant there was one less.

  Anqi had never smiled so brightly at herself, and Zhao Ziyang felt a little sour in his heart. In capable situations, the sour man would absolutely choose the simplest and most brutal way.

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  With a loud "bang", Zhao Ziyang punched another tall and large British man to the ground, and casually threw him to the ground.

  On the ground, a dozen or so well-dressed and elegant men were lying horizontally and vertically, Zhao Ziyang was sweating profusely. The back-and-forth struggle was unbearable for anyone, but An Qi'er and Ling Hu seemed to have started competing with each other, deliberately flirting with men, making Zhao Ziyang want to curse.

  "Anqi'er, that's enough!" Zhao Ziyang wiped the sweat from his forehead and rubbed his nose as he negotiated with Anqi'er: "Can't you just stop making trouble?"

  "Special forces!" Angel glared at Zhao Ziyang and growled, "If you have nothing better to do than hit on girls, don't interfere with my private life. I like whoever I want, and you have no right to stop me."

  Zhao Ziyang, who had just been rebuffed, flew into a rage. Just as he was about to grab An Qi'er, he saw her walking quickly towards the leader of the Black Tiger Gang, Lu Dianlong.

  It's clear that Angel intentionally provoked him, and his temper flared up in an instant.

  Zhao Ziyang is a good-tempered person, but when he gets angry, he becomes an overbearing and arrogant corner.

  "Get out!" Zhao Ziyang pulled Angie over and hugged her in his arms, without even looking at Lu Dihuang, and turned to leave.

  "Damn it, looking for death!" A sturdy man next to Lu Dianlong cursed.

  "With a loud crash", the robust man's body flew out backwards, kicked by Zhao Ziyang with one foot, spitting fresh blood as he lay on the ground.

  The surrounding Black Tiger Gang members immediately reached into their pockets for their weapons, ready to swarm and take down Zhao Zi Yang.

  However, their actions were stopped by Lu Dihao.

  "It's him, this little brat." The victim with a bandage on half of his face said to Lu Dihuang, his eyes fixed on Zhao Ziyang filled with intense venom and anger.

  Lu Dailong patted his younger brother's shoulder lightly, indicating that he had a measure of self-control.

  He's not a fool, this afternoon's events and Zhao Ziyang's kick just now have made him realize that Zhao Ziyang is no ordinary person.

  A dragon cannot be rushed across the river; this kind of thing absolutely cannot be done hastily.