Urban Tianyi Daddy

Chapter 202 Serious Violation of the Rules
Although his motorcycle didn't fall apart, it made a groan, as if he lost all his strength, and stopped slowly.

No matter how hard the gas pedal doesn't work, is it the end of life?
Shen Zhou couldn't laugh or cry.

I want to uphold justice and make decisions for the people, but you, a stinky motorcycle, turned off the engine for me halfway. You are too careless.

In the distance, those bastards turned their heads to look, laughed again, then discussed a few words, and then turned back, they just stopped in front of Shen Zhou braggingly, staring at him with malicious eyes.

The leader is a yellow-haired man with a pierced left ear and a skull pendant.

He raised his eyebrows at Shen Zhou: "Boy, you are so courageous, you dare to chase us and get back 2000 yuan. It's a pity that your motorcycle is not up to par, but we can give you a chance."

Shen Zhou calmly asked, "What opportunity?"

As he said that, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as long as these boys come back.

Huangmao triumphantly said, "How about our racing car? It doesn't need to be too far away. Do you see the upward intersection ahead? Let the uphill road be the end point, about 800 meters."

"The one of us who rushes there first wins. If you win, 2000 yuan will be returned to you. If you can't win, you will kneel down and call our father, and you have to take out 5000 yuan. How about it?"

The gangsters were all yelling there, arrogantly asking Shen Zhou if he dared.

Before Shen Zhou could speak, a passerby passing by couldn't help being angry, and yelled at Huang Mao: "You are clearly a bully, why does he race with you? Your motorcycles are still fine, but his motorcycle is broken Lost."

"You don't want him to push the motorcycle and compete with you on two legs?"

Huang Mao laughed loudly and gave him a thumbs up: "Smart, too smart, that's what it means."

He looked at Shen Zhou coldly: "What's the matter, do you accept it? It's fine if you don't accept it, just kneel down to us and call Dad, but you will get 2000 yuan more, which is 7000 yuan."

Shen Zhou smiled and agreed heartily.

Immediately, the pedestrians were dumbfounded.

This kid, does his brain need a favor from a woodpecker?

Even those gangsters are a little unbelievable.

Huang Mao looked Shen Zhou up and down: "Hey, you're quite capable, even agreeing to this, okay, others say you have a brain problem, but I can be sure that you are brave, so let's start."

Not long after, seven motorcycles lined up on the road.

Among the six vehicles, each of them had a little gangster sitting on it, constantly pressing the gas pedal, making a rumbling sound, with a mighty air.

Shen Zhou stood aside, holding the motorcycle with both hands, silent and calm.

This scene fell in the eyes of passers-by, and they all shook their heads:
"That young man must be out of his mind!"

"You can't run on other people's two wheels even with your two legs, let alone pushing a rotten motorcycle!"

"Even if Liang Jingru gave him courage, it's clear that he was using it indiscriminately!"

……

The yellow hair was triumphant, looked sideways at Shen Zhou, and said proudly: "Boy, now I have another chance for you, no need to compare, just kneel down, call our father, give 7000 yuan, and everything will be over."

"It's clear that you can't win, so why bother to make yourself fat."

Shen Zhou said lightly: "Hurry up and send the number, I still have something to do, and I have to go back to grow vegetables."

Several gangsters laughed.

A female gangster standing next to her raised her hand high, then swung it down vigorously, and shouted: "Let's go!"

Six motorcycles roared out, rolling up large clouds of smoke and dust.

Shen Zhou was completely behind, but he was not in a hurry. He twisted his neck, jumped up, pushed the motorcycle, and started running forward.

The female gangster who gave orders couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The people around also laughed, full of sarcasm.

But soon, their faces froze and their smiles stopped completely.

Shen Zhou ran faster and faster!

Under the feet, smoke and dust billowed.

Is this Nezha riding Hot Wheels?

He pushed the motorcycle, but he brought out a speed that would never lose to those boys driving motorcycles.

Someone shouted: "I'll go, that kid is faster than the [-]-meter sprint, no wonder he dared to bet, this is... this is to rely on his legs, and beat a few motorcyclists!"

Another person added: "It's not just relying on the legs, it's also pushing a rotten motorcycle."

Some people also said: "No matter how fast he pushes, it can only be compared with the speed of those guys when they first started. Now they are driving faster and faster, and the speed is close to [-] kilometers per hour. That guy will definitely lose. .”

Having said that, everyone nodded again.

There is another one: "Look! How fast those guys are, this is almost approaching that hillside, and they will rush up soon, they are sure to win."

Everyone sighed for a long time, feeling that the boy pushing the motorcycle was too proud. Even if he could run at a speed comparable to that of a motorcycle, he was still a bit worse.

At this moment, something that shocked everyone further happened.

While pushing the motorcycle quickly, Shen Zhou suddenly jumped on it and sat on it.

Immediately afterwards, he turned the front of the car, tilted his body sideways, and landed firmly on the ground.

But after being manipulated by him like this, the motorcycle suddenly seemed to go crazy.

Not only did he fall to the ground, but he also rushed over there quickly against the ground!

It made a terrific streak of sparks across the concrete, like a bowling ball hitting a bottle.

boom!
It just hit the motorcycle that those six gangsters were riding on.

A howling.

When the six gangsters were about to go up the slope, they were swept to the ground one by one, unable to get up.

They hugged their legs and shoulders, screaming in pain, and the motorcycle fell to pieces.

Everyone who saw it widened their eyes.

After a lot of difficulty, only one person made a difficult voice: "Damn, this is okay?!"

With a smile all over his face, Shen Zhou put his fists on both sides of his stomach, and trotted forward: "One two one! One two one..."

He ran forward along the fading sunlight, past those motorcycles with parts scattered all over the place, and past six hooligans crying for their parents.

ran up the hill.

Standing there, turned around, smiled and said: "Okay, I won, six buddies, thank you for your support, hurry up and take out the money."

In the distance, a large group of people ran over and applauded, shouting that it was wonderful, they had never seen such a wonderful racing car, and it turned out that the racing car could still race like this.

The bloody yellow hair managed to get up and supported a big tree next to it.

Panting, he pointed at Shen Zhou and shouted: "It doesn't count, you cheated, how could you do this, hit our motorcycle with a motorcycle, and hurt us so much, this... this is a serious violation of the rules of the game!"

The other gangsters were also unconvinced and yelled loudly.

Shen Zhou walked downhill, the smile on his face changed into a sharp one, and he said calmly: "Are there any competition rules? You ride motorcycles and I push motorcycles. This is a fair rule? If you are unfair, don't blame me for being unfair."

"Brother's benefits are not yours, so hurry up and take out the money."

(End of this chapter)