Master of the city

With the roar of the motor. The motorcycle with large displacement roared towards Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan's brow couldn't help wrinkling. He couldn't see what the rider on the motorcycle looked like. But he could feel a sense of hostility from the people who rushed in.

Is this the legendary locomotive party? But it's not right. It's normal for locomotive party to appear in Japan or Hong Kong Island. But as far as Zhang Fan knows, there is no locomotive party in Jiangzhou. Even if it's new, they don't dare to drag on in the center of the city.

The speed of the motorcycle is very fast. Just a few breathing efforts from the end of the road rushed to Zhang Fan three people. Zhang Fan didn't take these locomotive parties seriously. After all, the three of them are on the sidewalk, and all of them are on the road. But just when the first few cars were seven or eight meters away from Zhang Fan. The leading rider suddenly turned and lifted the handlebar, and the front wheels of the motorcycle suddenly lifted up and set up on the sidewalk. Then the whole car rushed onto the sidewalk.

The following riders followed him, one by one raising their heads and rushing to the sidewalk. The head rider raised his right hand. A black stick came up from his hand and hit Zhang Fan's head.

Zhang Fan was almost enraged. Even if he is attacked in other places, someone in Jiangzhou dares to attack Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan was not in Jiangzhou during this period of time. He didn't know what kind of changes had taken place in the underground forces in Jiangzhou. In all probability, the overlord was abandoned. Even if he didn't, his vitality was greatly damaged. These underground organizations can survive in China. Especially in northern cities like Jiangzhou, a large part of the reason is that the government did not try its best to encircle them, but maintained a balance between black and white with them.

But this time the Lord's behavior is taboo. No matter which country is in power, it will not allow organizations colluding with foreign forces to act recklessly in its own country. Moreover, today's China is not the weak country without diplomacy a hundred years ago. Even if Ba Ye's power will not be completely eradicated, it will also be dealt a heavy blow by the Chinese authorities.

But none of that matters now. Van Gogh is very angry, the consequences are very serious.

I promised shuiyuexin that I would not hit anyone tonight, just at the dinner party. For such attackers Hum.

Zhang Fan's arms rotate, and Shi Yixuan and Shi Yilin are sent to the place near the wall in the sidewalk with a soft force. And when he finished these, the raised stick had not fallen to half.

Zhang Fan doesn't know who arranged these bastards. But if you dare to do it yourself, you have to pay the price.

Zhang Fan didn't reach for the leading rider's stick. Instead, he slammed his shoulder against the side of the leading rider's motorcycle. If people collide with a heavy motorcycle like this, it must be bone fracture and tendon fracture. But the problem is that Van Gogh is not an ordinary person.

With Chiyou shagu and Zhenqi body protection, Zhang Fan's physical strength can be said to have reached a heinous level. Ah, although this side impact did not break the heavy motorcycle to pieces, it also made it deviate from the established route. And because of Zhang Fan's angle, when the car was hit and deviated, the speed also dropped.

Then the leading rider not only didn't hit Zhang Fan with the stick in his hand, but also the motorcycle was hit by Zhang Fan. For a high-speed driving team, the first car has a problem, which is simply a disastrous consequence.

The two riders immediately behind the leader had no time to brake and crashed into the leader's car.

There was a violent metal impact and friction, followed by the screams of men.

That's not the end of it. The chain reaction continued, and the riders who couldn't stop at the back of the car bumped into each other one after another. At the end of the day, all the riders except the two at the end of the line managed to stop the car. A good sidewalk turns into a motorcycle cemetery in the blink of an eye.

And the riders were pretty miserable. It's a great thing to drive a motorcycle, which is better than driving a car or even a sports car. But once there is an accident, the degree of misery is many times better than that of a car.

The leading rider was lucky. Two cars coming from behind hit his front and rear wheels respectively. When the locomotive fell to the ground, it just pressed one of his legs and made him fall to the ground. There was a scream. It was really tragic that the two hit him. The front wheel of the motorcycle hit the car of the leading flagman, and both of them flew out directly.

One of them landed on his head and broke his neck. The other one is lucky. He turned around in the air and landed on the side to avoid directly breaking his neck. But when he fell to the ground and rolled over, his motorcycle, which was stopped in the high-speed running, also flew over under the action of inertia, and it happened to hit him. The dead one is miserable. At least his companion left a whole body. He himself was smashed and was about to fall apart.

Although the riders at the back saw that something had happened in front of them, they began to brake one by one. But it's too fast. One by one, they flew out and fell on the ground. In addition to a bad luck ghost was also flying out of the motorcycle smashed his head, the other time no one died.The only two riders who stopped the motorcycle under the brake and impact were so scared that they just sat on the motorcycle and didn't know what to do.

"I said, guys, I want to know, are you here to kill me?"

There was a sneer on the corner of Zhang Fan's mouth. A group of guys who don't know how to describe it, or are they express locomotive party? Or a bunch of funny dominoes? Who knows how to define these guys? They're just a bunch of idiots anyway.

"I, we..."

The two riders at the end of the team didn't see what Zhang Fan had done. Just intuition tells the rider that the man in front of him is not easy to provoke.

"If you don't talk to him, are we still afraid of him?

The other rider lifted his leg and got off the motorcycle. Then he pulled a machete out of his car. In the light of the street lamp, there is a bright light on the chopper. It's kind of scary.

Hiding in the wall of Shi Yilin very nervous grabbed the cousin's sleeve. But Shi Yixuan didn't agree. She doesn't think these people can do anything to Zhang Fan. After all, Shi Yixuan knew Zhang Fan's ability to a certain extent.

"Yes! That is, I'm not afraid. What can I be afraid of? "

The first rider who spoke also got off the motorcycle. He has two metal finger tigers on his hand and an iron chain on his right hand. Obviously, he wants to teach Zhang Fan a lesson.

"That is to say, you guys have a clear goal. You're here for me, right?"

When the leading rider drove up the sidewalk, Zhang Fan already had this kind of speculation. Now that these two men are here with weapons, that's all the more proof of his idea.

"What about you? Boy, don't think you're lucky. You'll be OK when we have a car accident. There are some things you shouldn't do, and some people you can't afford to offend. "

The rider with the knife moves to Zhang Fan.

"Don't worry, employers don't want your life, just your two hands. As for the two girls, we will take good care of them for you. "

In addition, the rider holding the chain also had some ferocity in his voice.

"Oh, your employer is quite human. I just don't know if the money he gave you is enough for your loss today. "

There are eight riders in all. Now Zhang Fan is sure to have three dead. There are also three broken hands and feet. How much is this life?

I remember in which movie I saw it, spending money to buy people to chop people, 50000 for one left hand and 80000 for one thigh. My right hand is free. How much can employers pay them? 100, 000 is the best, isn't it? Their motorcycles should have been refitted. 100000 yuan may not even cover the loss of his motorcycles.

After listening to Zhang Fan, the two riders turned to look at the brothers lying on the ground. Wearing a motorcycle helmet on the face also hung a touch of bitterness. The deal must have been a loss. But people still have to see. If they can't chop Zhang Fan, they won't even get the last pension.

The chess player with a machete took the lead in making trouble. He rushed forward with a knife and cut it off according to Zhang Fan's head. Zhang Fan did not feel the slightest panic. He raised his right middle finger to the rider's chopper blade. The rider immediately felt that his chopper was clamped by a pair of pliers. It can't be cut down or drawn back.

And the rider with the chain saw the scene and immediately came up to help with the chain. The corner of Zhang Fan's mouth once again put on a sneer, and his right hand swung. The clipped machete and the flagman's arm all went towards the waving chain.

"Cucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucucu. The rider with the machete felt his arm tingle. And the one with the chain is even worse. Zhang Fan is very accurate. When the machete was waved, the head of the machete fell directly on the head of his chain. The chain was cut back and fell on his own forehead.

The rider's eyes were dazzled by Venus, and his eyes were whirling. His body stood in the same place and shook twice. He sat down on the ground with a "pop".

"I think you should go and join in the fun with him. All your brothers have fallen down. You are not allowed to stand alone, are you?"