The Buick business began to reverse, trembling, in panic, in some disbelief and unwillingness to believe.

But it was late, just when the front of the Buick business car was turned to the side and was about to bypass the Passat, there was a very heavy impact, a very desperate five-step impact, and the Buick business staggered down from the side of the road, going to the ditch on the side of the road to sober up the numb nerves.

Qin Lang watched Huang Zhengde, who was already frightened, drive away, leaving behind the man with his body and hands not listening to him.

"Nima, Zhang Hanmo, let Lao Tzu work hard with this madman." The one who scolded was Liang Yu, the fifth-ranked underground boss in Donghai City.

The wind is a tailwind, Qin Lang accidentally heard this.

This Liang Yu is not a fledgling young child, a stunned boy.

He has been in this big dye vat of society for a long time, and he has never done anything, and killing people is not something he has never done.

At the beginning, because he was desperate with others, he once squatted at the door of the enemy's house three times in a row.

I didn't ask for the other party's name, I just asked the other party to break their legs.

I didn't run after the fight, and called the police myself.

After three years of being rescued, after coming out, he stayed at the door of the enemy's house again, beat again, and went in again.

There are few such ruthless people in society, but this kind of courage to spend a lifetime with you is also worth learning from future generations.

So when the enemy knelt before him and begged for mercy, he became famous overnight.

Today, in the face of Qin Lang's lifeless posture, Liang Yu didn't know if it was because he had any scruples, or if he didn't want to be barefoot and careless, anyway, he was scared, so he ran home with his own people in a hurry, and scolded Zhang Hanmo who was high up while thinking about it behind closed doors.

When Qin Lang and Huang Zhengde returned to Beihai City, it was already more than ten o'clock in the first half of the night.

The lights in the city are bright and green, and the warblers are singing and dancing, as if the change of weather has not affected the impetuousness of the city, but has added to the madness of insects in late autumn.

Huang Zhengde completely obeyed this little-known son-in-law Qin Lang.

Say, "The matter is here, you can do it." I'll talk to her over there. ”

An unconscious smile appeared at the corner of Qin Lang's mouth. The Passat was sent to an overhaul factory designated by Zhang Hanmo to be cleaned up.

It's a big name, but it's a fucking person who actually does the work.

This man is terrible. Not to mention anything else, a man who is five big and three thick has a bright red lotus tattoo on his body.

It's as disgusting as a woman with rough skin and a beard.

"Who are you from Huang Zhengde?" The man spoke with a feminine aura.

"Huang Shishi is my wife." Qin Lang lazily said Huang Zhengde's name in his mouth, because the last thing he wanted to see was someone else covering himself.

"How did the car hit?" The man with the lotus flower on his body asked.

"Fifty meters, eight seconds to a hundred, knocked over a Buick business, that's it." Qin Lang said simply, as if he was describing something that someone else had done.

The muscles on the man's face trembled, not because he was envious that Qin Lang could drive a car to this level, but because he was frightened by Qin Lang's desperate strength.

"My name is Fat Lotus, and I will be found in the future." Fat lotus, lying in the groove Nima, what a bullshit name, it simply spoils the ethereal and holy connotation of the lotus, Qin Lang thought.

"Nothing." Qin Lang hadn't thought about having anything to do with this nasty and disgusting man at all.

After Qin Lang left, the fat lotus looked at Qin Lang for several minutes, and then continued to work.

The dilapidated Santana didn't look good from the outside, but Qin Lang knew that this car must have been modified, and its performance was beyond imagination.

Qin Lang did not go to Huang Shishi's place, nor did he go home, but made a phone call to Wang Xue.

"What do you mean, don't you think there is an ambiguous taste of calling at this time?" Wang Xue spoke a little lazily.

Qin Lang didn't care about this woman's ridicule, but said, "I miss you." ”

Wang Xue listened to Qin Lang's straightforward expression, and suddenly blushed and heartbeat, if this sentence came from the mouth of another man, he might be in the mood to kill him, but Qin Lang, a man, said such a sentence, Wang Xue felt a kind of happiness in his heart after being blasphemed.

The heart is beating like a girl, her face is crimson, and she is almost enchanting.

Women are the most beautiful at that moment, and this may be the foundation of biological evolution, life and reproduction, and that thing is the most holy.

"You're not afraid I'll kill you." Wang Xue's voice was a little low, and her deep voice was even more full of temptation.

"If you have the ability, come here, I'll wait for you in the passion club." Qin Lang said indifferently.

"You dare to ask another woman under Huang Zhengde's nose." Wang Xue was a little worried about Qin Lang.

"People live for decades, if you don't do it, you will regret when you die, you don't take down such a charming woman as you, who is almost a disaster for the country and the people, then the gains outweigh the losses." Qin Lang smiled.

"Wait for me." Wang Xue hung up the phone.

Qin Lang, who was in the Passion Club, sat on a soft leather sofa and gently stroked the very textured leather surface with his hand, which was as cool and smooth as Huang Shishi's buttocks.

Wang Xue can be called a top beauty, she has something in Huang Shishi that Huang Shishi doesn't have, but she has all of Huang Shishi's things.

It seems that tonight is a war, not with Wang Xue, nor with others, but a war between yourself and yourself.

It's like a person who likes to eat grapes very much, and now a whole bunch of grapes is in front of you for you to pick, but you can't, and that feeling may be worse than stabbing yourself.

There was a slight sound of footsteps in the corridor covered with red carpet outside, and Qin Lang knew that someone outside was tentatively coming over again, listening to the movement inside.

Qin Lang didn't move, because the game hadn't started yet, and he didn't want it to end so early. Zhang Hanmo, old bastard, I'll let you be behind your back, Lao Tzu will drag you to the foreground.

The footsteps outside left Qin Lang's room after stopping for about thirty seconds.

Qin Lang is very satisfied, because today's performance has an audience, and a performance without an audience is nothing more than a failure, and it seems that today did not disappoint him.

At eleven forty-five, there was a knock at the door.

Qin Lang knew it was time to come.

Opening the door, Qin Lang saw that Wang Xue was like going to a grand gluttonous feast, dressed up exquisitely to a hair.

Qin Lang didn't rush Wang Xue in, but hugged her into his arms at the door, and kept stroking her ass with both hands.

Qin Lang saw through Wang Xue's fragrant hair that was as bright as a mouse, shining in the night, Qin Lang was satisfied and pulled Wang Xue closer to the room and closed the door.