How can the president be fierce

Chapter 122 crippled his hand for me.

When Liang Musheng passed by, the whole road was blocked, and the people who blocked the road saw that it was his car, so they removed the roadblock.

From a distance, I saw that Bugatti Veyron was forced to stop in the middle of the intersection, and there were four supercars parked in close quarters, a sapphire blue Pagani, a white Porsche, a red Maybach and a silver Koni Seger.

Such gorgeous colors shone dazzlingly under the light, as if bright and precious gems were presented to the world.

A young man's excited voice came from the earphones: "This group of brats came to my door to practice for me just after returning to China. Don't try to grab me for a while!"

Immediately, a steady male voice reprimanded him softly: "Xiao Si, please be safe. I scanned this side, and there are three adult men in the car besides the son's wife. They are all armed with guns, which is very dangerous." .”

The person called Xiaosi immediately froze: "Then what should we do? Second brother, are we just messing with them like this?"

"That's not the case, hasn't the elder brother spoken yet?"

A few seconds of silence seemed to be waiting for the decision of the 'big brother' he was talking about.

Leaning against the back of the chair, Liang Musheng lit another cigarette, exhaled slowly, and said, "Yoji, you and that woman's parents have been doing arms deals all year round, you should know her contact information, tell her, Alisa It's my wife, and it has nothing to do with Liangzui! As long as she returns the person to me unscathed, I don't have to hold her accountable, but if she insists on making them fight to the death, I will pay the debt ten times and a hundred times to her parents head!"

Yohji's clear and clean voice sounded next to his ear: "Understood, wait a few minutes."

Ten minutes later, the door of the trapped Bugatti Veyron opened, and three strong blond men walked out of the car with their hands raised high.

Yohji's order quickly came from the headset: "Second brother, scan them to see if there are any weapons on them."

A few seconds later the answer came: "No, they are clean."

Liang Musheng snuffed out the cigarette between his fingers, then got out of the car, strode over, and picked up the little woman who was still in a coma from the back seat.

She has no trauma on her body, and her clothes are fairly neat, so she should not have been violated by them.

As soon as he came over to hug Xiaomo, four young men descended from the four supercars one after another. The oldest one looked like 26 or 7, and the youngest looked like he had just grown up.

All of them have broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, and their sharp features are heroic and powerful, with an extraordinary aura.

As if accidentally fell into an international beauty show, just looking at it makes people dazzled and salivating.

Liang Musheng's cold eyes swept over the three men kneeling on the ground with their hands behind their heads: "Who drove the car just now?"

He was showing off his driving skills crazily all the way, but unfortunately he found the wrong person to show off.

The man on the far left trembled when he heard the words: "You clearly promised that the eldest lady will not hold us accountable!"

Not hold them accountable?If he didn't kill them, it would be regarded as not being held accountable for him.

"Cut his hand for me." Liang Musheng said blankly, turned around, got into the car with Qing Xiaomo in his arms, and left.

For racers, hands are even more important than life!
Yohji put one hand in his pocket, leaned against the car, his fair and handsome face was so indifferent that no emotion could be seen: "Little Four, come here."

(End of this chapter)