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Chapter 302 Which Guy Does Not Have Eyes

The black convoy left the station like a long queue.

The most shocking thing is that the 49 gray-clothed and white-shouldered Beifu War Guards did not get in the car, but lined up on the left and right, stepping into a node, and running with the car.

Whether the team speeds up or slows down, their relative distance remains the same.

Step, step, step.

The 49 people raised their steps and landed at the same time.

The ground trembled, splashing a large cloud of smoke and dust.

This team left Nansai Station with astonishing momentum, and traveled ruthlessly in the sight of hundreds of shocking sights.

"What a fucking style!"

"When I have money, I will play like this, hiring a team of people to run with my car. It's too exciting." A saliva almost flowed out from a tall and thick genetic warrior.

"Wang Erlaizi, look at your ugly face, no one will want you even if you want to run next to the car."

All living beings.

The whispers, expressions, and even the actions of these people deliberately showing off to attract attention were all caught by Wan Ziyue's eyes. He looked down on the earth as if he was in the clouds, with contempt and indifference in his eyes.

These mediocre people who are still struggling with food and clothing, these trash who are still running around for a living, these trash who think they are elites but are just cannon fodder, are they worthy of Wan Ziyue's side?

"Xia Chong speaks of ice, pitiful and pathetic."

Wan Ziyue whispered to himself lightly.

"What the young master said is that these vulgar people have simply stained your eyes, young master." The driver is the full-time driver of the Wan family, and he is also an old man of the Wan family who has served Wan Ziyue since he was a child.

"The news about me has spread all over the Forty-Nine City." Wan Ziyue sneered and said sarcastically.

"Some people did hear it, but there were no rumors."

"They are waiting. They want to see my Wan Ziyue's tragic situation with their own eyes, so that they can spread the fun as news." After experiencing yesterday's scene, Wan Ziyue's mentality has been distorted unconsciously, although his voice was flat , but those extremely cold eyes are enough to make anyone who sees him feel a chill in his heart.

"Whoever dares to spread rumors about the Wan family, whoever dares to read the jokes of the second master's son, is simply getting impatient." The driver sneered.

"Song Qing, you are an old man from my Wan family, why are you so angry now?" Wan Ziyue scolded with a smile, "You are simply older than me, are you trying to steal the limelight from me?"

The driver Song Qing quickly laughed when he heard the words, "It's not hostility, it's the confidence to stay by your side, young master."

"You old catfish!" The corners of Wan Ziyue's mouth curled into a grin, and he felt very comfortable with the other party's consummate flattery.

"Sure enough, I still like to hear you brag about it the most."

"Young master, you know that I never tell lies. This is clearly the truth."

"Your speaking skills are much better than your driving skills. Don't drive when you get home." Wan Ziyue casually picked up cherries shipped from South America, which was covered by more than 80% of the fog, from the table beside him. He said with a smile.

"Master, you don't want me anymore?" Song Qing's voice was a little panicked.

"You sycophant, what's the future of driving? After a few days things settle down, I will open a nightclub in Shangnan, and you will take care of it for me." Wan Ziyue chewed the cherries with relish, letting his plump The juice burst in the mouth, and the comfort will temporarily dilute the pain.

"Thank you, young master!" Song Qing said pleasantly, with an almost devout humility on her face, "It's just that my old Song still wants to drive the young master's car for the rest of his life."

"Get lost!" Wan Zi shouted with a smile.

Seeing that her master was in a good mood, Song Qing stopped talking and concentrated on driving forward.

Solving worries and problems for the master, this is what people are best at nowadays.

Taking retreat as an advance is Song Qing's best strategy.

Find out the temperament of the young master's family, and then do what he likes, there is absolutely no loss.

Song Qing thought happily.

Because that nightclub in Shangnan might really be stable.

After 20 years of suffering, it is finally time to wait until the end!

"How long will it be? Where are Elder Lei and Blessing Yan?"

"It's almost here, the two adults are still 15 kilometers away."

"Master, it's better to drive this car more slowly." Song Qing said mysteriously.

"Oh?" Wan Zi raised his eyebrows.

"Although those people in Sijiu City don't say anything, they are all staring! The master said, the more they do this, the more they must see clearly the prestige of our Wan family!"

"Okay, since they want to watch it, let them watch it for a while longer."

Wan Ziyue's tone was playful, and he said with a sarcasm.

"Haha, if it weren't for the tight route planning today, I, Song Qing, would have to take the young master through every private manor." Song Qing laughed while driving, "Today's fog is not counted, and the visibility is good. , just right."

"Well, what's that?" Song Qing had just finished flattering him, when he, who had been staring at the front all the time, suddenly let out a light snort.

In the thin mist, the long road has no end in sight, and under the looming clouds in the sky, there is the sunshine gradually illuminating the world.

Although it is not so dazzling, it has hope and makes people calm.

But at this moment, in the relatively empty field of vision, two thin white shadows appeared in the midair, and they were getting closer.

"That is……"

Seeing the rapidly expanding "white lines" in the pupils crossing from high altitude one after the other, Song Qing suddenly felt something was wrong.

However, before he could figure out what words to use to comment, two "white lines" that emerged from a distance had interlaced and landed 50 meters ahead.

boom!

The dust wave started.

Song Qing opened his mouth wide, and in his sight, two big Gs leading the way in front of him exploded instantly.

It's not terrible to be blown up, but what's terrible is that the neatly cut car compartment is torn apart and bounced into the air.

All vehicles braked suddenly at the same time.

The ear-piercing alarm sounded instantly.

"Northern Mansion Formation!"

"Turn on the energy shield!"

Ten of the 49 Beifu War Guards were instantly assigned to stick on both sides of the phantom vehicle, forming an iron barrel formation.

For the remaining 39 people, the silver light knife was unsheathed in an instant, and with a strong aura, it spread its wings like a roc, and leaped forward.

In the depths of the light-colored fog, two "white lines" appeared again.

The 39 Beifu war guards buckled their bracelets from behind and threw them forward.

The silver light knife was spun and thrown, hitting the thrown silver grenade.

hum!

The moment the silver light knife hit the silver grenade, a distorted energy wave spread out.

39 people are 39 energy waves colliding with each other and connecting with each other.

Finally, the honeycomb-shaped light transparent energy shield floated in the air, meeting the two "white lines" in an instant.

Ding--

Bang bang bang!

After more than a dozen cells of the cellular shield were damaged one after another, the solid white waves finally disappeared.

For a moment, the wilderness fell into an eerie silence.

39 people stood in formation, and one person walked out, with a cold tone:

"Which blind guy, get out! I don't know if this is Wanfu's convoy, how dare you be presumptuous!"

There is no politeness in the words.

Because this is outside Yandu City, right under the eyes of Wanjia.

Dare to take action against the Wanjia team, really...I'm getting impatient.

(End of this chapter)