"Are you alright, man, discourage!" Franklin sat in the car, and when he saw Mike's dark face, he couldn't help but persuade him.

"Do you think it's going to be okay? That guy my wife!" Mike said angrily.

"Okay, brother, treat this matter calmly, since it has happened, then we have to deal with it, that guy must not let him go! But you don't want such a wife, spend your money to give you a cuckold." Wang Hao also felt that Mike was miserable.

"Where did that guy come from?" Franklin wondered.

"That's the guy I paid for a tennis coach!" Mike snorted.

"Tennis coach, what a mess!" Franklin scolded.

"You're a rich guy, you know, man, I have to guard the postman even when I get home. Franklin Road.

"yes, I'm a cuckold, powerful nouveau riche!" Mike said to himself.

"Mike, we're going to catch him, we have to teach him a hard lesson!" Wang Hao said.

"But we don't want to lose it, we haven't seen that guy all this time! "Where are we going?" asked Franklin.

"I kind of know that guy is running to this side of the canyon, let's go look for it. Mike gritted his teeth.

The pickup truck chased all the way to the wind-ring ridge road of Haomaiwu Mountain, and found the tennis coach's car parked in front of a mid-mountain villa, the main body of which is generally suspended on the cliff, with two metal pillars at the bottom as support.

"Oh, there's a fork in the road here, which way are we going?" Wang Hao asked.

"I think he should be in a nearby house somewhere, because further on the road to the desert, let's look closely. Mike said.

"Behold, it's the car that the guy left behind, and he must be in it!" shouted Franklin.

"Hey, Mike, that guy is there!" Wang Hao got out of the car and saw the tennis coach on the balcony from a distance, and at the moment the guy was wearing a pair of underwear and was watching from the balcony.

"Bastard, we haven't finished settling accounts yet, and you're running away!" Mike yelled, pointing at the tennis coach.

"Mike, good brother, you've misunderstood me!" the tennis coach quibbled from the balcony.

Mike didn't answer, and drove the pickup truck straight to the front mountain road, "Xiaofu, Wang, there is a winch in the back of the truck, and the rope is attached to the pillar." ”

"Oh my God, old Mai, are you going to bring that balcony down?" Franklin wondered.

"That bastard has already ruined my marriage!" Mike said nonchalantly.

"I said, man, are you really going to make things that big?" asked Franklin.

"Why don't we go up and catch him?" Wang Hao asked.

"No, I'm going to drag him down the hill with his house!" Mike said angrily.

"Hey, I said the class was completely free!" yelled the tennis coach from the balcony.

"Oh man, that's a lot of lessons, I guess you didn't just teach her backhand, don't you think I'm green enough?"

"But Xiao Man's backhand has improved!" The tennis coach is still making two mistakes.

"Why don't you wait for me to go up and teach you how to shoot your backhand!" Mike burst out, "Franklin, Wang Hao, do it!"

Franklin pulled out the rope from the winch behind the small truck, tied the rope to the supporting steel post on the side of the balcony with an iron buckle, Wang Hao stuck the rope on the winch, and the two beckoned Mike, who was still playing with the tennis coach, to get into the car, Mike stepped on the accelerator wildly, the small truck started violently, the rope was tight, and the tires of the truck creaked.

"I'm going to tell you to come into my house, take my money, and get my wife!" Mike said through gritted teeth.

The sound of kala kala sounded, and the balcony of the entire mid-level villa had begun to shake, and the amplitude was getting bigger and bigger.

"Oh Made, are you going to kill me!" the tennis coach fell to the balcony unsteadily, and then fled to the house.

"Break down his brother and let that guy have a picnic outside tonight!" Wang Hao shouted.

At the moment when the tennis coach fled back to the room, there was a boom, the balcony collapsed, and half of the villa rolled down the mountain with a bang.

"Pretty, dude!," Franklin exclaimed, excitedly.

"Let's see if he dares to mess around!" Mike started the pickup truck and left.

Just when a few people drove to the scenic lane at the foot of Haomaiwu Mountain, Mike's mobile phone rang, and it turned out to be a call from the tennis coach, and Mike turned on the mobile phone speakerphone.

"Mr. DiSanta, what the hell are you doing, that's not my house!"

"Shit!" Mike yelled.

"Dude, I can't afford that kind of place, I'm just a tennis coach and I live off the ball. I'm just hiding there!", the tennis coach explained.

"Give me the phone, hurry up!" A woman's voice suddenly appeared, seemingly snatching the phone from the tennis coach, "You're dead, Boss Martin Marceau has ordered you to hunt you down!"

"I'm so scared, miss. Hehe. Mike sneered and hung up. "Don't worry, these people are always bluffing. ”

"I'm going, there's a thug catching up, how can it be so fast!?" Franklin shouted suddenly.

Wang Hao turned his head to see that two station wagons were chasing from behind, and the co-pilot's person had already begun to probe out with a gun, "I'll go!" Wang Hao only had time to scream, and the back had already begun to fire, and one car even began to collide with Mike's truck frequently.

"them, help me deal with them! I've got a pistol in my locker. Mike said to Franklin and Wang Hao as he struggled to control the truck.

"Ah, bastards, let's get the bullets!" Franklin held out his pistol and opened fire indiscriminately as the co-pilot opened fire, barely knowing where it had got.

"Oh my God, you two, do all black people have guns like that? Cool? You aim so much, your arms are like they don't have bones, what the hell, forget it, give me the gun! Don't waste any more bullets. Wang Hao really couldn't stand it, Franklin shot like this, even if he gave him 10,000 bullets, he might not hit the target.

Franklin handed the gun to Wang Hao, who stuck his head out of the window, and then, "Okay, let's drive home." ”

"Boy, it's cool!" Mike saw from the rearview mirror that the front tires of the two station wagons chasing behind him were all blown up, and he fell headlong into the side of the road, and couldn't help but admire Wang Hao's marksmanship.

"Oh God, king, your marksmanship is so good, it's like you fight. Xiaofu also screamed.

Mike drove around two more times, didn't notice anyone following, and drove the pickup truck home.