Ningchuan stepped on the accelerator to the end, and 1.2 million cars with good performance rushed ahead and soared all the way.

Picked up a cigarette from the side with his backhand, lit it and smoked quietly for a while, thinking about what he should do next and what to do.

To be honest, I'm quite confused, I envy the chubby Zao Wou-Ki, even if he graduates, his goal is very simple, that is, to find a job.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have looked for himself that time, and he wouldn't have let him go to the Tianling Group to help him go to the Tianling Group to find those interviewers and open up his intelligence exploration ability.

It can be said that even if Ning Chuan has a system in hand, in the final analysis, he still hasn't gotten rid of the confusion and pressure of college students of the same age, at this stage.

They are facing the pressure of finding a job, earning money to buy a house and a car, and they are facing the pressure of how to improve themselves and become stronger.

Treasure chest, treasure chest, where are you.

Ning Chuan couldn't help but shout a few times in his heart, but when he looked back, he still had a lot of things to deal with on his side, so forget it first.

There is always a cause and effect in everything, and it's okay to be anxious about everything slowly, in other words, take one step at a time.

Thinking so, Ning Chuan continued to enjoy music and high speed.

Solve the locomotive matter first, I have had such a dream since I was a child, and then use the locomotive to kill Yuan Jie's grandson, it's so cool!

Ning Chuan drove to the end of the road, turned the car around, turned west, and entered a potholed path.

This is the west side of the city, and it is also a place where many motorcycle fans and gangsters gather, and only here can you buy a good car.

After arriving at the place, Ning Chuan parked the car to the side, closed the door when he got out of the car, and walked out.

There were a few dilapidated and unfinished buildings in front of them, and hundreds of scattered bicycler teenagers in fancy clothes with steel rings on their ears and dyed hair.

With cigarettes in their mouths, they each formed a pile, either repairing the locomotive or riding on it to light a fire, apparently testing the performance of the car.

The smell of gasoline and rust floated in the air, and the roar of the engine rang out from time to time.

Ning Chuan walked towards them, and when he entered their yard, there were a few unfinished buildings, surrounded by a steel fence outside.

There were two steel-mesh doors next to it, and there were two gangsters with dyed hair, one dyed yellow, and one dyed green, looking bored.

Standing on both sides of the steel mesh door, with a cigarette in his mouth, chatting with the sky in his mouth, he seems to be a janitor.

I actually don't understand it, I don't know why, whether it's in film and television dramas or real life with stupid hair.

It's always a younger brother image, either yellow or green.

This makes people very confused, of course, except for Kagami in the third part of the hot-blooded high school, which can be regarded as half of the protagonist.

Ning Chuan straightened his clothes and walked towards them, this group of locomotive clans is also quite okay, and they have built this unfinished building in the wilderness into a modern militarized base.

If you think about it yourself, too, you can generally start a locomotive and gather such a large group of people, and you are very rich.

The children of the rich, the pursuit of blood and excitement...... It's understandable.

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Seeing Ning Chuan coming over, the two thugs standing at the door got up and whispered a few words, as if they were talking about someone again.

There was a not-so-kind look flashing in his eyes.

Ning Chuan walked in front of them, and the two thugs glanced at Ning Chuan, and then stood very upright.

"What for?"

A thug asked.

Ning Chuan didn't speak, he looked at them quietly, and waited for the other side to speak first, otherwise he wouldn't be able to say anything.

It's also the first time I've come into contact with this kind of rebellious motorcycle family with rebellious blood in my bones, and I don't know how to deal with it properly.

"What about you, deaf? fuck you!"

The thug was quite stubborn, twisted his neck very horizontally, and looked at Ning Chuan with a stiff head like a stunned head.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he took it down, took a puff, and spit directly at Ning Chuan.

Ning Chuan frowned, looking at the yellow-haired thug, his eyes were cold, "I warn you, it's best not to breathe smoke at me, otherwise you will die miserably in the next second." ”

"Hey, where did Brother Diao come from, it's very sassy, which way to get mixed up. The yellow-haired thug laughed arrogantly, "What's the matter, what if Lao Tzu sprays you again?"

"You can try. ”

Ning Chuan smiled and looked at the little yellow-haired gangster, his eyes calm.

"Okay! That's what you said, you fuck you!"

The yellow-haired thug took a sharp puff of his cigarette, and was about to open his big mouth and spray it on Ning Chuan's head.

When he was about to spit it out, Ning Chuan's speed was like a lightning storm, and he quickly grabbed the little yellow-haired gangster.

Then his hands were like iron pliers, and he clasped the gangster's upper and lower jaws tightly!

The mouthpiece of the yellow-haired thug that was about to open was instantly closed, leaving no gaps.

The big puff of smoke that the gangster was about to spew out was about to come out of his mouth, but his mouth was tightly clamped by Ning Chuan, and he couldn't open it at all.

The gangsters struggled, but they couldn't break free.

So, something special happened, and a large puff of smoke came out of the thug's nose.

Ning Chuan waved his hand, dissipated the smoke, and kicked the thug to the side.

The yellow-haired thug got up in embarrassment, his face flushed and he kept coughing and retching, as if he wanted to vomit out his stomach.

That scene fascinated Ning Chuan.

Ning Chuan narrowed his eyes, quietly lit a cigarette, smoked, and said, "How about it, boy, enjoy your own cigarettes." ”

As he spoke, he let out a leisurely puff, and the pale blue smoke drifted into the air.

The rebellion of this group of teenagers is indeed beyond their expectations, and every janitor is so stubborn, quite crazy.

", I'm going to kill you!"

The yellow-haired thug seemed to have eased up, looking very embarrassed, with transparent saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth.

The eyes are red, like a mad dog.

"What, relieved?"

Ning Chuan said to him, with a hint of mockery in his tone, and continued to smoke his cigarette.

Oh, this ** thing, with the masters, who didn't have a young time.

Thinking about back then, Ning Chuan thought about it, when he was seventeen years old, he was fighting and was blocked on the road by a big brother from a foreign school with more than a dozen people.

Relying on a steel pipe picked up from a scrap station, with a ruthless body, he beat the group of people all over the street.

Although he finally broke his head and bled out, he went to the bureau and the hospital, and his arm was also beaten.

Back then, the reason was very simple, it was just for a girl.

I remember that at that time, I was holding a bloodstained steel pipe in my hand, watching the group of people who were going to block me flee in embarrassment, and in the strong wind on the street, I stood alone, and I couldn't help roaring angrily......

Thinking about it, Ning Chuan was a little stunned as he smoked a cigarette, remembering that when he was in high school, he didn't want to die when he was young.

What's more, it's still for the sake of feelings, that crazy and hot-blooded age.

Now, looking at these motorcycle teenagers, although they are also arrogant and uninhibited in their bones, they are indeed not as moral and capable as they were back then.

Back then, even if he was killed, he wouldn't bow his head to the other party, but now it is estimated that looking at the gangster in front of him and beating him violently, he probably has to call himself grandpa.

There is no real madness and enthusiasm back then, the real pure kind.

The yellow-haired thug rushed towards Ning Chuan.

Ning Chuan thought about it and muttered in his mouth, "It's been a long time since I've fought like this age!"

Ning Chuan closed his eyes, raised his head, as if he was thinking about something, and then suddenly rushed towards the yellow-haired gangster!

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