"Uh...... You see, these roads I take are sparsely populated by vehicles, all to avoid traffic jams. The driver honked his horn and flashed his lights, signaling the car in front of him to get out of the way. Then, he stepped on the accelerator and overtook it, and said to Ren Wujian angrily: "Why, I drive so hard, you still treat me as a black car, if you don't want to sit, you can go down now." ”

"You're right." Ren Wujian's expression was cold, and Sen Ran said: "Give you another twenty minutes, if you can't send me to the Night King K Hall, don't blame me for being unkind!" ”

The driver shouted: "You are a foreigner, what's the matter, you still want to be polite to me?!" The tone sounded hard, but he stepped on the accelerator hard and sped up.

"I never threaten people, that will only reduce my prestige, so I will do what I say!" Ren Wujian showed a cold smile in all directions, he leaned forward, clenched his right hand into a fist, and hit the windshield very domineeringly.

"Bang!"

The windshield shattered in response.

Ren Wujian only thought about the demonstration and gave the driver a small warning, but did not consider the consequences. When the taxi was moving fast, the broken glass slag smashed down the head and face, smashing the two of them.

"I'll do it!" The taxi driver screamed in pain and slammed on the brakes.

Because of the recent tightening of traffic laws, the main driver driving on the city highway does not wear a seat belt will be deducted points.

Crunch!

A sharp brake sound pierced the sky.

The driver was sweating profusely, the cold wind poured in from the front, he shivered, turned his head to look at the co-pilot, where was there still Ren Wujian's figure.

"No...... No, die...... Dead? The driver's face was pale, and he looked forward in a panic, only to see a middle-aged man lying on his stomach on the cold asphalt road.

"It's nothing to do with me." The driver hurriedly restarted the car engine, stepped on the accelerator, and kept muttering, "This has nothing to do with me." The throttle became more and more intense, and the exterior mirrors looked left and right, and accelerated out.

As soon as the taxi ran less than a hundred meters, Ren Wujian got up from the ground slowly, several long blood streaks were drawn on his arms, and his trouser legs were also worn out, he opened his mouth wide, muttered and cursed in his mouth, and limped to the side of the road.

Ren Wujian was in rags, shivering in the cold wind, and after waiting for twenty minutes, there was still not a taxi to be seen.

Ren Wujian thought to himself that maybe this place was relatively remote, walked to a narrow intersection, waited for more than ten minutes, and finally saw a light slowly approaching, couldn't help it anymore, walked to the middle of the road, and shouted: "Stop, stop!" ”

A battery car slowly stopped, and the middle-aged man in the car shouted: "I'm not a traffic policeman, I'm not wearing a uniform, and I'm not at the intersection, what kind of traffic are you directing, I'm sick!" ”

Ren Wujian was red-faced by what the other party said, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'll ask for directions, where is the Flying Bird Regiment?" ”

"Big brother, this is Dongcheng District, and the Flying Bird Regiment is in Xicheng District. Up north, down south, left west, right east, you go all the way to the left, that's it. The middle-aged man said impatiently.

"Okay, but my battery car was requisitioned by me." Ren Wujian smiled in all directions, took a step forward, turned his right hand into a knife, cut it diagonally at the middle-aged man's neck, knocked him unconscious, rode on the battery car, and walked slowly to the left.

The battery car passed by the newly closed ramen restaurant, smelling the smell of oil smoke, and the hunger was irrepressible.

The six generations of the dignified ninja martial arts group, a word can affect the political circles of the Japanese state, and they belong to the high-ranking real power figures, and there are countless people who worship them.

But now, far away in a foreign land, he has ended up in such a tragic encounter.

The battery car has no gloves and warm handles, and the fingers are cold and numb, and the wind blows on the wounds on the arms and thighs, like a knife scraping the flesh layer by layer, and the pain is unbearable.

The reason for this qiē is that if it is because of a demon king master like Lu Ba or Huo Lie, Ren Wujian will admit it, but it is a small taxi driver, and the most important thing is his own self-inflicted punch.

I was sighing for what happened to me in my heart, and something more tragic happened.

The battery car is low in power, and it is fast and slow when it is driven.

Ren Wujian Bafang threw down the battery car on the side of the road, kicked it all the way, and kept screaming fiercely: "Baga! Yaga! ”

The steel frame of the battery car was kicked and deformed, and Ren Wujian Bafang was a little relieved. I walked on the side of the road and waited, and finally after ten minutes, I waited for a motorcycle with passengers on three wheels.

The red tin shed, with a layer of plastic sheeting nailed to the windows to protect from the cold, has a small space inside, not to mention two wooden benches. This is still Ren Wujian's eight ways to talk nonsense, promising to give the other party a hundred yuan, and he sat on it.

The three-wheeled motorcycle made a buzzing sound, and the bumps were even worse when passing through difficult sections.

Ren Wujian Bafang felt that he was about to vomit out bile, and his concussive buttocks were numb, especially when turning, because the motorcycle three-wheeled body was narrow and the center was high, and he felt that he might overturn at any time.

The most hateful thing is that the master of the three-wheeled motorcycle is a man of nearly fifty years old, and his clothes are relatively sloppy, and he seems to feel that there is only one person in the car, but it is a pity that there is space. So when you see a pedestrian walking by on the side of the road, you stop and ask the passerby with a smile where to go? Do you want to carpool or not.

Ren Wujian saw the neon lights of the city skyscrapers in all directions, the cars whistling by, and felt the car exhaust fumes wafting in the air, he silently took out the war book from his arms,

"For this battle, I have gone through all kinds of tribulations, and when the Emperor of Martial Arts kills Tang Yulan, I will be ashamed of everything, and everything is worth it!"

After more than 20 minutes, the slow motorcycle tricycle finally came to the Night King K Hall.

Ren Wujian stepped off the motorcycle in all directions, raised his eyes and looked at the few big characters in the Night King K hall, and sighed in his heart.

"It's not easy." Ren Wujian sighed with emotion, took out the money, and handed it over.

The three-wheeled motorcycle master hurriedly put it away and said secretly: "It's really wronged, I don't spend it like this if I have money, Lao Tzu hit the luck at night and planted this idiot." ”

Ren Wujian glanced at the other party with disdain, and said secretly: "Barbarian, it's only a hundred yuan, and you will get carried away when you see it." “

"You don't suffer." The three-wheeled motorcycle master said with a smile: "At night, under special circumstances, it is the market price." In order to carry you all the way, I ran six red lights in a row. If it's a car, all three licenses are deducted. That's right......" groped in his trouser pocket, found a business card, wiped the dust off it with his hand, handed it over 02 and said enthusiastically: "This is my business card, you put it away carefully, when to go out, greet me again, I'll give you a cheaper." ”

Ren Wujian changed hands in all directions, threw away the business card directly in front of the motorcycle three-wheeler master, and said coldly: "Get out!" He didn't know how to do it, and strode towards the Night King's K-hall.

The motorcycle tricycle master muttered: "Lao Tzu has made money, and he is willing to roll." ”

The Night King K Hall is full of people, and you can clearly hear the noise inside outside the door, which is quite lively.

Ren Wujian didn't walk in immediately, he was very concerned about his image, but he turned around left and right, and there was no clothing store.

It's still important to send a war book!

After Ren Wujian made up his mind, he strode towards the Night King's K Hall with his head held high.

There was not even a little brother standing guard at the door, and through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, Ren Wujian saw that the gangsters inside were eating and drinking, messy, and there were no rules at all.

"They all say that the Flying Birds are powerful, but I can't imagine that their core organization is so bad." Ren Wujian snorted disdainfully, and then a flash of lightning flashed in his head, his face quickly turned cold, and he said to himself: "Could it be that such a group of unruly scum defeated the elite of my ninja martial arts group?" By the way, it must be masters like Sun Changxiao and Xie Sanbiao who are also involved. ”

Ren Wujian was about to enter the door, and a thug about twenty years old came out and vomited while holding on to the corner.

As soon as you walk into Hall K, you can feel the warm breeze blowing from the air conditioner, which is mixed with the smell of wine and meat.

The pores of Ren Wujian's whole body stretched out, and he looked at the environment inside with cold eyes, the tables in the hall were put together haphazardly, and there were some leftover leftovers on it, and around the dining table, some men were still toasting each other. Some of them were already drunk, and they lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

A handsome man in his early twenties was disheveled, holding the table with his right hand and holding a wine bottle in his left hand, drunkenly singing: "After drinking our wine, vomiting and diarrhea, there is no way to go!" ”

If the students of the Conservatory of Music of Lingjiang University saw this scene, they would definitely open their mouths in surprise, because this man was the prince of love songs of Lingjiang University, Lin Junfeng.

After Lin Junfeng and Tang Yulan failed to sing in the blue fighting song, they were deceived into singing in the nightclubs and bars of the Flying Bird Troupe, and slowly got acquainted with Xie Sanbiao, Bai Shiqiang and others. Naturally, he didn't sing a few songs, so he was dragged over to drink with him.

Ren Wujian kicked away the wooden chair that was blocking the way, and said loudly: "Where is Tang Yulan, let him come to see me!" ”

Xie Sanbiao was drunk, and said loudly: "Commander Tang is not here, what are you looking for him?" ”

"He's not there?" Ren Wujian snorted coldly, stared at everyone with staring eyes, and said coldly: "Then where is Xie Sanbiao, let him come to see me!" ”

"Brother Biao, he let you out." Zuo Shaohan opened a bottle of beer, raised his left hand high, shook it vigorously, and the beer foamed all over the ground.

Zhao Guangli put down his chopsticks, squinted his eyes and looked at Ren Wujian Bafang carefully, and said, "Is it called Huazi?" Why does it look worse than me?! ”

"What, I'll go out and take a look, you're so ugly, how can he be more ugly than you?" Xie Sanbiao stood up and stumbled out.

Lin Junfeng took a sip of beer, and roared in a hoarse voice: "I'm ugly, but I have beer...... There is beer! "I sang very hard, and the green tendons on my voice protruded.