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Although it was only early in the morning, the audience was already crowded.

Half an hour later, the F1 Monte Carlo Grand Prix will begin.

In the stands on the north side of the hairpin bend of the Femon Hotel, a young man was playing intently with his mobile phone, oblivious to several bikini beauties walking in front of him with their waists twisted.

is an Oriental man, about thirty years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but his body is slightly thin.

"Ahh

Hearing the woman's scream, the young man looked up, and his face suddenly changed.

Exercise!

The young man leapt to his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he stepped over several rows of seats.

It's just that the three strong men who rushed at him were not slow, and they were already close when he ran to the edge of the stands, and there were three strong men at the other end of the stands.

When six strong men surrounded the young people, a middle-aged man sitting in the last row stood up.

The middle-aged man was wearing a Mediterranean-style plaid shirt and a pair of exaggerated sunglasses, and his skin was tanned.

He is not tall, nor is he burly, and his appearance can only be regarded as average.

"Carlos, you don't need to do this." Young people only notice middle-aged people at this time. "Three days, no, give me another day. No, no, no, wait until this game is over. I've already placed a big bet and I'll get the money after the game, and I'll pay it back with interest. ”

When the young man said these words, six strong men had already gathered around.

"Zhao, you have money."

"Carlos ......" the young man smiled, looking very embarrassed.

"If you have money, why don't you pay it back!?"

"Carlos, trust me, wait for the game to ......"

"Grab him and get him out of here."

Six strong men rushed up, and the young man surnamed Zhao didn't think much about it at all, and jumped off the stands.

Depend on!

The stands were about four stories above the ground, and he dared to jump off.

"Why are you stunned, chase me!"

The six strong men didn't dare to be wordy, but none of them jumped directly from the stands.

The young man surnamed Zhao is not afraid of death, they don't want to break their legs.

"Grab him and break his leg for me. Run, I'll let you run! ”

Jumping from the stands almost ten meters above the ground, the fall must not have been light.

Just to save his life, the young man surnamed Zhao got up and ran wildly.

The streets are full of pedestrians, some rushing to watch the game, some partying.

Entering the crowd, the young man surnamed Zhao did not dare to slow down, because the noise and curses coming from behind indicated that those guys had caught up.

A riot caused by one person is obviously much smaller than a group of people.

Not long after, a young man surnamed Zhao slipped into an alley.

Running around the corner, the young man surnamed Zhao stopped.

There was a commotion outside the alley, which quickly passed, and the strong man who was chasing did not notice him.

What bad luck!

The young man surnamed Zhao sighed and took out his mobile phone again.

The Grand Prix is about to begin, and twenty F1 cars are lined up in two rows and parked neatly at the start of the track.

The roar of the engines was heard, as well as the noise and whistles of the audience.

The young man surnamed Zhao opened the website of a bookmaker, and he bet the last 10,000 euros on an upset, with odds of more than twenty.

With the start lights on, the race officially began.

"Hurry up, go over, go over and go over!"

The young man surnamed Zhao muttered and squatted down, his attention all on the phone screen.

Although he owes 500,000 to a loan shark and can't pay it off if he wins, with this money, he can leave Monaco and go somewhere else to make a comeback.

When the garbage can in the alley was kicked over, the young man surnamed Zhao came back to his senses violently.

Several strong men had already returned, blocking the alley.

Looking inside, the young man surnamed Zhao found that it was just a dead alley, and in front of it was a four-meter-high wall.

"Run, why don't you run?" Carlos stepped out from behind the strong man, his face flushed, panting, and looking tired.

"Carlos, you misunderstood, I ......"

"What are you looking for? Beat me to death! ”

Three strong men rushed over, and the young man surnamed Zhao retreated to the foot of the wall.

When his fist fell, he used his arms to protect his head.

Immediately after falling, it curled up in a ball, protecting its soft abdomen.

He knows how to protect himself, but he is no match for three strong men.

With his thin body, let alone three strong men, even just one can beat him down.

"Don't stop, give me a hard beating, I'll talk about it when I've beaten enough." Carlos was holding his hands on the wall, still panting, and he probably didn't usually exercise.

almost let the young man surnamed Zhao run away, and the three strong men were also angry, so they naturally showed no mercy in their fists and feet.

Obviously, they didn't pay attention to what was going on behind them.

"Isn't it interesting to have a few people fight one?"

The sudden words startled Carlos.

Looking back, he immediately froze.

An Oriental man was walking towards him, and behind him, three strong men were on their knees with their heads in their hands, as a woman pointed a pistol at them.

The woman also had a gun in her hand, the muzzle of which was aimed at Carlos's forehead.

Although separated by a few meters, Carlos immediately realized that if he dared to mess around, the woman could blow him in the head with a single shot.

"Carlos, huh? If I were you, I'd make them stop immediately. The Oriental put his hand inside his suit.

"Stop, stop me." Carlos dared to hesitate, and immediately stopped the three men who were still beating the young man surnamed Zhao.

The woman has two guns, and the Orientals must have guns, and if you don't know it, you will shoot Carlos in the head next.

Instead of a pistol, the Oriental pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

"How much does he owe you?"

"No, not much, 100,000 euros." Carlos was honest, or scared, and quoted the principal and didn't add interest.

"Do you need to be so ruthless for 100,000 euros?" The Oriental sighed and snapped his fingers.

The woman put away the pistol pointed at Carlos, removed the pocket pinned to the waist, and threw it in front of Carlos.

"It's 100,000 euros, click on it."

"No...... No need......" Carlos was indeed frightened, because the expression of the Oriental had not changed significantly from beginning to end.

Calm, or extreme coldness.

"It's up to you, but now it's a different account." Dongfang lit a cigarette and pointed at the young man surnamed Zhao who was lying in the corner. "He is my friend, he was beaten so badly by your people, medical expenses, lost work expenses, and nutritious meal expenses, how do you calculate it?"

Carlos' eyes widened and he looked at the Oriental in disbelief.

It is natural for usury to collect debts and beat people.

If you beat someone and have to pay for medical expenses, who will dare to come out to collect debts in the future?

At this time, the young man surnamed Zhao got up.

Seeing the Oriental man and the woman, he was stunned at first, and then couldn't help but sigh.

"Brother, long time no see. How are you doing? The Dongfang ignored Carlos and walked straight towards the young man surnamed Zhao with a blue nose and swollen face. Who is so bold as to dare to beat my brother! Tell my brother, my brother will give you a head start, and he will definitely make that guy die a bad death. ”

The young man surnamed Zhao rolled his eyes, if you want to do something, you don't need to be so exaggerated!