However, Zhao Short estimated that his guess was wrong, and Jiang Cheng did not plan to drive a family car for Zhao Short. Jiang Cheng just let go just to prepare to attack Zhao Short.

"Hehe!" Jiang Cheng muttered as the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Family car, I'll drive!" Jiang Cheng waved out his right hand and muttered at the same time.

With a "snap", Zhao Short's little face was touched by Jiang Cheng's palm.

Jiang Cheng let go of his palm, and a red handprint appeared in front of Jiang Cheng.

"You...... You ......" Zhao Short wanted to scold Jiang Cheng and take revenge, but he fainted while speaking.

"It's really useless!" Jiang Cheng thought secretly in his heart when he saw this.

Zhao Short himself did not have force, let alone defense, so much so that after receiving Jiang Cheng's palm attack, he suddenly fell unconscious.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Jiang Cheng looked at the road in front of him, and muttered to himself, he immediately lifted Zhao Short's body and threw it directly onto the hard seat behind him.

With a "bang", Jiang Cheng listened to the sound of Zhao Short hitting the seat, and sat on the main driver's seat.

"You can rest well!" Jiang Cheng glanced at the rearview mirror, looked at Zhao Short's body, and muttered in his mouth.

"But what's the reason for so many cars now?"

Jiang Cheng didn't seem to have reacted yet, and these cars appeared out of thin air around him.

And after these cars appeared, he didn't have time to think about it, so he fell into the competition with Zhao Short for the main driver's seat.

"Could it be the manager's group of patrol officers?" Jiang Cheng guessed in his heart.

If you extrapolate according to common sense, it is absolutely impossible for more than a dozen Mercedes-Benz cars to appear on the road at the same time in the middle of the night.

Moreover, these Mercedes-Benz cars also surrounded Jiang Cheng's family car.

Based on these two phenomena, Jiang Cheng guessed that the people on the Mercedes-Benz should have come to pursue him.

"If it's really that group of patrol officers, it's bad!" Jiang Cheng thought to himself.

However, Jiang Cheng quickly realized a problem, and the thoughts in his head immediately popped up: "If they are chasing me, why can't I see their movements?"

"Under normal circumstances, wouldn't you come out to warn after chasing others?" Jiang Cheng's face suddenly became puzzled, and he then muttered in his mouth: "It's strange now? Could it be that they are not the manager's patrol officers?"

"Who could that be? I didn't go to sleep in the middle of the night and ran to the top of the road!" Jiang Cheng withdrew a hand from the steering wheel and put it on his hair and scratched it desperately.

One doubt after another popped out of Jiang Cheng's head, but he couldn't solve any of them.

Moreover, there is a huge question in front of Jiang Cheng at this moment, that is: "Where did Zhao Hai go?"

"Zhao Hai didn't tell me where to go! Now where am I going to find him?" Jiang Cheng scratched his hair and thought secretly in his heart.

At this time, a Mercedes-Benz car on his left suddenly overtook and drove in front of Jiang Cheng's family car.

Moreover, the speed of the Mercedes-Benz slowed down sharply when it drove in front of Jiang Cheng's family car.

"you, you're sick!" Jiang Cheng was shocked, and the palm that was scratching his hair grabbed the steering wheel violently.

Jiang Cheng swung the steering wheel in a panic, and the family car rushed left and right around, and actually avoided this crisis.

"Hey, you're insane!" Jiang Cheng drove to the left hand side of the Mercedes-Benz, poked his head out, and shouted loudly outside.

"Oh, no, that car is on the right-hand side!" Jiang Cheng suddenly realized that something was wrong, and he shouldn't have leaned out of the left window, because the Mercedes-Benz that suddenly overtook just now was on his right-hand side.

In fact, Jiang Cheng can't be blamed for the mistake this time, because the appearance of the dozen or so Mercedes-Benz cars around is almost identical.

The only difference is the license plate number on the back of the Mercedes. But their license plate number is interesting, it seems to be a number or something.

Some are zero-zero-seven, some are zero-zero-eight, and some are alphanumeric numbers.

The license plate number of the Mercedes-Benz that overtook Jiang Cheng just now was 008.

"Hey, neurosis, what were you overtaking just now?" Jiang Cheng glanced to the right and shouted angrily at the driver on top of the Mercedes.

Jiang Cheng's eyes were full of murderous aura, but the driver above Zero Zero Eight didn't look at Jiang Cheng at all.

"Nervous disease!Did you hear me!" Jiang Cheng then shouted angrily.

Jiang Cheng shouted angrily one after another, although Jiang Cheng was happy after scolding, but the driver did not look back once.

"Who are these people? Sick, aren't they?" Jiang Cheng pulled his gaze away from the driver, muttering to himself.

"Brother Jiang Cheng......" Zhao's short eyes opened from a daze, and the whole person immediately woke up.

His first sentence was to shout "Brother Jiang Cheng", which shows that he still respects Jiang Cheng very much, even if Jiang Cheng beat him up for no reason just now, he didn't take it to heart and didn't care about these little things at all.

"Brother Jiang Cheng, what's going on?" Zhao Short seemed to have left all the things in front of him, only noticing that there were more and more Mercedes-Benz cars around, so he asked Jiang Cheng.

However, Zhao Short did feel a pain on his body, which he couldn't ignore.

"Why does it hurt so much?" Zhao Xiao muttered as he sat up straight.

"I don't know either!" Jiang Cheng said to Zhao Short, who was still cautiously driving the family car to prevent another emergency.

"It hurts!" Zhao Short directly ignored Jiang Cheng's words and muttered to himself.

"What does it hurt! You are delusional!" Jiang Cheng said solemnly.

"Delusion, what delusion?" Zhao Short wondered.

"It's just a delusion! How can you have pain all over your body for no reason, right?" Jiang Cheng then said solemnly.

There was no hint of joking in Jiang Cheng's expression, and because of this, Zhao Short finally believed it.

"Maybe it's an illusion!" Zhao shook his head for a moment, and then said to Jiang Cheng: "But Brother Jiang Cheng, where are we now, where are we going, how do we get out of here?"

"You ask so many questions at once, which one should I answer to you first?" Jiang Cheng said to Zhao Short.

"Oh, then the first one!" Zhao Short said to Jiang Cheng.

"What's the first question?" Jiang Cheng asked, Jiang Cheng was already a little impatient at this moment.

"Where are we now?" Zhao Short asked Jiang Cheng.

"I don't know!" Jiang Cheng replied without thinking, seemingly unconsciously speaking, not caring what question Zhao Short asked. "Then where are we going now?" Zhao Short asked Jiang Cheng with the second question.

"I don't know!" replied Jiang Cheng.

"Then how do we get out of here?" Zhao Short then asked.

"I don't know!" Jiang Cheng finished speaking, and before Zhao Short could continue to ask the next question, he suddenly turned his head and glared at Zhao Short.

"Stop asking questions, start observing your surroundings! We have to find a way to escape, or we'll be trapped in a dozen Mercedes Benzes all the time!" Jiang Cheng said to Zhao Short.

It turned out that Jiang Cheng was thinking about this matter just now, no wonder he turned a blind eye to Zhao Short's question. But this is also common sense, after all, escape is the most important thing.

"Oh, okay then!" Zhao said perfunctorily to Jiang Cheng.

"Hmm!" Jiang Cheng then turned his head and focused on the driving of the family car.

"However, what is the purpose of these cars!" Zhao Short muttered as he muttered, but he found that Jiang Cheng didn't pay attention to his question.

Immediately, Zhao Short added: "Brother Jiang Cheng, do you know what the purpose of this group of Mercedes-Benz cars is?"

"I'm not telling you not to ask questions! Take a good look at the Mercedes Benz around you! Do you want to die?" Jiang Cheng reminded Zhao Short.

"Oh!" Zhao said perfunctorily to Jiang Cheng.

They were driving on this road, although Jiang Cheng was controlling the steering wheel, but it was not him who decided the final direction, but a dozen Mercedes-Benz cars next to him.

In other words, the Mercedes-Benz is controlling Jiang Cheng's direction of travel.

"Where are we going!" Zhao Short saw Mercedes-Benz cars in all directions, and the doubts in his heart arose.

Same as the situation just now, Jiang Cheng did not answer Zhao Short's question, but was concentrating on driving the family car.

Jiang Cheng's posture is also justified, after all, his family car is surrounded by Mercedes-Benz cars at the moment, if he doesn't concentrate all his attention, then if he pays attention a little, there will be an accident and collide with the Mercedes-Benz next to him.

Zhao Short twisted his head and looked at the Mercedes-Benz behind him, he stared at the license plate under the Mercedes-Benz, and muttered in his mouth: "Zero Zero Seven?"

"What kind of license plate is this, why are they so weird!" Zhao looked at the Mercedes-Benz with short eyes and wondered in his heart.

Zhao Short then raised his gaze to look at the driver who was driving the 007 Mercedes.

"Hey, who are you!" Zhao Short said loudly to the driver.

"Speak!" Zhao Short added.

"You're deaf, aren't you! don't you hurry up and speak!" Zhao said one after another, and his voice became higher and higher.

"Quiet!" Jiang Cheng heard Zhao Short's shouting and muttered in a deep voice, and because of this, Zhao Short did not hear Jiang Cheng's warning.

"This deaf man!, is it a neuropath!" Zhao sat down abruptly and grumbled in his mouth.

"Quiet!" Jiang Cheng then warned, his voice still as low as ever, as if he was breathless, a little out of breath.

"These broken drivers, and Mercedes Benzes, maybe they want to rob us halfway!My million dollars......" Zhao Short muttered his guess on his lips.