Godly Dragon Guard

Shen Lang didn't mean to drag racing, but it was good to have fun.

"Huh, this kid really came here, I will let him know how to write dead words later!" Chen Zifeng's mouth showed a hint of mockery.

At this moment, the Ferrari that Shen Lang drove suddenly rammed into Porsche.

With a loud "boom", Chen Zifeng leaned back violently, and then rammed forward, because he didn't wear a seat belt, his head slammed against the center console.

"Ouch!" Chen Zifeng's head was bumped into a big bag, and he let out a scream.

"Asshole! You dare to hit my mother's car too!"

Huadie didn't wear a seat belt, but she was holding the steering wheel firmly, but the towering and violent ups and downs on her chest were okay, but she was very angry.

"Zifeng, are you okay? Huadie looked at Chen Zifeng.

Chen Zifeng was holding his head while eating pain, "It's okay."

After speaking, Chen Zifeng quickly fastened his seat belt.

"Boom!" It hit again, Huadie quickly stepped on the brake and wanted to stop, but from the rear mirror, she saw the Ferrari behind him ramming without slowing down.

Huadie's expression changed, and she stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward.

As soon as she speeded up, the Ferrari behind also speeded up to follow. She turned left, followed by Shen Lang turned left, turned right, and then turned right.

Chen Zifeng yelled: "Damn, met a lunatic! Huadie, hurry back to the nightclub."

Although Huadie drove a Porsche, she didn't like drag racing, so her driving skills were just average, and she couldn't drive fast on a loop like this with countless traffic.

The Porsche's **** had been knocked out of shape, the intersection in front of the car suddenly turned red, and Hua Die just wanted to slow down, when she came up with a "boom" from behind.

"Asshole! I dare to tease my old lady like this, my old lady will definitely castrate you!" Huadie's beautiful eyes burst into flames.

"Damn, isn't this kid crazy enough..." Chen Zifeng furiously took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

"Hey, summon all the masters in the nightclub! Yes, invite all the guests out. The nightclub will be closed today!" Chen Zifeng yelled on the phone.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Shen Lang's mouth, and he had enough fun. He turned the front of the car and turned to the right from the intersection in front of him.

Watching the dilapidated Ferrari FF drive away, Chen Zifeng hesitated and said, "Damn, this lunatic finally died."

Huadie also breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

Ferrari accelerated and hit from the side, the Porsche body was hit, and the flower butterfly could not control the direction.

"Be careful, Huadie!"

Suddenly, Chen Zifeng let out a weird cry and screamed in horror, pointing to the front.

At this moment, an agricultural vehicle pulling manure water on the left was driving straight toward this side, and Porsche was about to hit the agricultural vehicle pulling manure water.

Huadie was taken aback by Chen Zifeng's shout. She hurriedly turned the steering wheel and stepped on the brake, but it was too late.

The farm vehicle driver was about to hit the Porsche 911, and he took measures in a hurry, lowering the steering wheel and stepping on the brakes.

The two cars still inevitably collided, but the farm truck that pulled the dung water was too full, and the dung water on the body rushed toward the Porsche like a rainstorm.

"Wow!" Porsche was instantly overwhelmed by the smelly dung water.

"Nima!"

Chen Zifeng was so scared that he wished that he was not riding a roadster, so that he would not be soaked by dung water from head to toe.

This sour and refreshing... the pedestrians on the side of the road frowned and avoided it when they smelled it.

"Puff!" Huadie on the side vomited again and again, rolled her eyes and fell to the ground unconscious.

"Huadie!" Chen Zifeng hurriedly picked up Huadie and found that she had been fainted.

When the farm truck driver saw this, he was shocked and dared not to stay, and ran away in the car. Just kidding, he can't afford to drive a Porsche sports car guy.

"Grass, come back to Lao Tzu!" Chen Zi trembled all over his body.

Seeing the Porsche submerged in dung water photographed by passers-by, Shen Lang couldn't help but laughed, parked Ferrari aside, and got out of the car.

"Chen Zifeng, aren't you very dragging?" Shen Lang sneered.

"Shen, you're a **** seed! You have the ability to wait for Lao Tzu." Chen Zifeng, who was covered with dung, had a gloomy and terrible face, and roared frantically at Shen Lang.

"Okay, I'll just wait here to see what tricks you can play." Shen Lang said.

Chen Zifeng made a call, and soon several black Mercedes Benz cars came.

The Mercedes Benz parked on the side of the road and walked off a few horses.

The horses looked at a large pool of dung water on the ground, and Chen Zifeng and Hua Die in the middle of the dung water, all in a daze.

Holding back the violent smell, several horses pinched their noses and walked forward.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"Why is it so smelly here?"

"Smelly your mother! Bring me and Huadie back!" Chen Zi said in a desperate manner.

A few horses, look at me and I look at you, and immediately helped Chen Zifeng and Huadie into the car.

Chen Zifeng yelled at Shen Lang: "Shen Lang, if there is a seed, you will continue to follow it! Next time I don't have a seed, I will naturally come to the door, and then it will be your boy's death!"

Shen Lang sneered and said, "No, I want to see, why do you want me to die?"

After speaking, Shen Lang got on the Ferrari sports car again and kept up with the Mercedes-Benz cars.

About ten minutes later, Porsche and a few Mercedes-Benz cars parked downstairs in the Tianxia Nightclub.

"boss!"

When the horses outside the nightclub saw Chen Zifeng, they immediately surrounded him respectfully, but the stench on Chen Zifeng's body was simply inaccessible.

"Okay, Shen, you have a kind." Chen Zifeng looked back at Shen Lang who got off the car, and said to the left and right: "You, before I come out, give me a good treat for that gentleman!"

"Yes!" several horses responded.

Shen Lang carried the jade box on his back and walked in.

"Wait, this gentleman, what are you carrying on your back?" a horse asked curiously.

"Do I have to report this to you?" Shen Lang retorted.

"No...no need!" the horse said tremblingly.

He thought that Shen Lang was some acquaintance of Chen Zifeng and didn't dare to offend him.

The guests in the nightclub have all been sent out, and there are three men sitting in the hall, two in strong costumes, and a monk.

The monk was thin and thin, but his breath seemed a little strange.

These two highly costumed men are masters of the Black Dragon Club, who were sent to assist Chen Zifeng.

As for the monk, he is a friend of Chen Zifeng.

"Zifeng, what did you do?" A brawny man with an inch head in a strong costume could not help frowning when he saw Chen Zifeng, who was full of smelly body, walked in.