Qin Xianglin's car was parked on the street, and when he got out of the car and bought a box of cigarettes, the car was towed away. Watermark Ad Test Watermark Ad Test

There are parking spaces clearly painted on the ground, but the people who tow the trailer don't care about that.

Qin Xianglin stopped the trailer and saw a bald man sitting in the car on the side of the road.

The balding man, Qin Xianglin knew, was one of the seven behind the conference table where he negotiated with Lin Danfeng.

He wears casual clothes. Big belly poop, already bald head is oily and slippery.

He looked at Qin Xianglin with a meaningful smile, that smile, despising the people in the world.

Qin Xianglin walked towards his car. The balding man threw a cigarette butt out of it, closed the window, and waved the driver to drive.

Qin Xianglin lifted a brick from the green belt with his bare hands and shattered the windshield of the car.

Qin Xianglin strode towards the bald man's car. Out of the passenger seat came a polite middle-aged man with glasses, and a fat-headed and big-eared driver.

When they got out of the car, Qin Xianglin seemed to see two walking beasts.

They are like domestic pigs with fangs, posing as wild beasts.

"Fuck, do you know what kind of car this is? Do you know who's sitting inside? “

The driver roared, spittle flying, and his body shook with a lot of oil and water.

The bespectacled secretary looked like a scum, calmly walked to Qin Xianglin's side, pointed at Qin Xianglin with his finger, and said righteously.

"Do you know what you're doing? Do you know what your responsibilities are? Do you know who you've influenced? Say, where to work? What is it called? “

Qin Xianglin's eyes were empty, looking at the broken glass of the car, as if he had seen a man-eating thorn in the world, with blood dripping on it, and countless kind-hearted people were pressed by this broken glass and couldn't raise their heads.

So, Qin Xianglin said something that made the fat driver and the middle-aged look unbelievable, "Pity those kind people!" “

"What's that?" The obese driver with an inexplicable face approached and asked, looking at Qin Xianglin with his eyes, as if he saw those flat-headed fools.

The obese driver ate garlic at noon, and the stench mixed with the smell of cigarette feces was disgusting.

Qin Xianglin suddenly saw him, like a male lion that suddenly opened its eyes.

Then, Qin Xianglin's pair of arms, which were like copper hammers, rounded out and punched.

The stiff fist was as fast as a tornado hitting the fat driver's pig head in the face.

With a muffled snort, a fat and thin body of flesh lay flat on the ground, letting out a desperate wail.

It looked like a pig in the slaughterhouse that had been stabbed and was not fatally stabbed and waiting to die.

"You're not a thing!" On Qin Xianglin's well-defined face, the corners of his mouth raised a contemptuous smile, with the most spicy mockery of the pig that harmed people.

"You're done, you have no future! You're going to spend the lower half of your body in the dark??" The middle-aged eyes pushed the eyes on the bridge of the nose to turn on the phone.

Qin Xianglin's fist hit the mobile phone of the middle-aged glasses. Through the screen of the mobile phone, the middle-aged glasses were dizzy and unsteady on his feet.

The finger holding the phone was visibly broken.

"Don't think you can control anyone's future!" Qin Xianglin said coldly, spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on the face of the middle-aged glasses, and then stepped on his face again.

This kick was crushed along with the glasses of middle-aged glasses and the bridge of the nose.

"What Lao Tzu hates most is that you are a sven scum! is a scum, why pretend to be Sven! “

Qin Xianglin stepped on the body of middle-aged glasses and walked towards the limousine that year.

The two doors facing Qin Xianglin had four white characters written on them.

There was an old man in bald casual clothes sitting in the car, and he saw Qin Xianglin coming over, as if he saw a mudslide rolling over from the mountain.

Qin Xianglin tore open the car door and stared at the bald man in the car who was like a sifting chaff.

"Qin, Qin Xianglin, what do you want to do, you. Don't you forget, what kind of society is it now??"

Before the bald man finished speaking, Qin Xianglin pinched his neck and slammed the car door hard.

"Bang, bang!"

The bald head, round like a high-quality leather ball, slammed into the car door with a crisp sound.

And then. A pair of round and jade hands were raised, "What is there to say, Mr. Qin, what is there to say!" “

"You want to fix me?" Qin Xianglin asked.

"No, not me!" The bald head, with a frightened face, hurriedly waved his hand to deny.

"Who's that?" Qin Xianglin asked.

"Not me?? Not me anyway??" The bald head is a very slippery fritter.

Qin Xianglin didn't mean to talk nonsense with him, pinched the neck full of fat, and slammed into the car door again.

"Say, say, I said!"

The balding middle-aged man hurriedly covered his head and raised his hand.

"If you dare to say half a word, you try!"

Qin Xianglin grabbed the bald man's stamina, like grabbing a mouse that sucked human brains.

"Yes, it's Boss Joe!" The middle-aged man seemed to have made a lot of determination, and he said as if to please him, "It's not just me, Boss Qiao has already ordered you to go down, as long as you are in Kunqu City, someone will definitely trouble you!" “

"Oh?" Qin Xianglin was not surprised, gritted his teeth, glared at the middle-aged man, and said, "Call Qiao Zhongjun!" “

"Huh? I, I??" Middle-aged baldness is a little hesitant.

Qin Xianglin's pupils suddenly shrank, and he was about to exert force in his hand.

"Hit, hit, I'll hit right away!" Bald wants to hold his last head.

He slowly took out his mobile phone, found Qiao Zhongjun's number, dialed it, and then handed it to Qin Xianglin.

Soon came the voice of Qiao Zhongjun on the phone, "Hey, I'm Qiao Zhongjun!" “

"Well, Boss Qiao Zhongjun Qiao!" Qin Xianglin grinned with a weird smile.

Qiao Zhongjun was stunned for a moment, and heard Qin Xianglin's voice, "Hehe??, Qin Xianglin!" “

Qiao Zhongjun's look of disdain seemed to fly out of the phone.

"I heard that Boss Qiao wants to make the entire Kunqu City an enemy of me?" Qin Xianglin stood in the middle of the street, looked at the back seat of the luxury car, and asked.

In front of you, behind you, all the cars were blocked. and Qin Xianglin's car that didn't have time to be towed.

"Huh??" Qiao Zhongjun sneered, like a mad king sitting on the Iron Throne speaking to the farmers in Winterfell, "Qin Xianglin, I said, you are nothing in front of me!" “

"Hmm!" Qin Xianglin looked back at a car honking hard. Then he said, "I'll ask your dog to bring you something!" You'd better look good! “

While speaking, Qin Xianglin hung up the phone, threw the phone to the bald head, and then threw the USB disk he carried with him to the bald head.

"Dog mongrel. Fuck off! You're going to kill the whole family! A fat head stuck out of the car that kept honking and yelled at Qin Xianglin.

Qin Xianglin glanced at the fat head, and then said to the bald man: "You bring it to Qiao Zhongjun, he will like it very much!" “

Qin Xianglin smiled contemptuously and patted his shiny bald head with his hand.

"I'll fuck your mother, get out, what are you doing in the way? Silly fork! The fat head continued to scold.

Qin Xianglin closed the bald door, pointed to the fat head and said, "A matter of a few minutes, don't make any noise!" “

"I'm your mother, you stupid!" Fat head, shouting.

Qin Xianglin suddenly remembered the words of his very good brother Sun Biwu: "Those who can do it will never beep!" “

After that, Qin Xianglin walked towards the fat head.

"Hey! Little mongrel, dare to come over. Grandpa plays with you! The fat head opened the car door and stepped out to get out.

Qin Xianglin went up and kicked himself on the door of the car that had just been half opened.

"Click!"

In a trance, Qin Xianglin seemed to hear the sound of broken eggs.

Then, Qin Xianglin made up for it on the door again. Then I heard a strange cry of yin and yang.

Qin Xianglin patted his fat head. Said meaningfully, "In the future, the mouth will accumulate some virtue!" “

In an instant, the two rows of traffic embraced, and the cars that could not see their heads left and right were silent.

Qin Xianglin looked at the car he was about to be towed, and knocked on the bald door again, "My car, you have to send it back to Lao Tzu!" Remember! “

The bald man looked at Qin Xianglin stupidly, with an embarrassed smile on his face.

Qin Xianglin walked out of the congested streets, like a warrior who had cut off the body of a big snake, the whole noisy street was silent, and the whole impetuous world was calm for a long time.

There was a white cloud in the sky, blocking half of the sun, like a giant bird passing by. And the sun that is blocked by it is like the eyes of the gods casting a downward gaze on the world.

The traffic regained its snail-like pace after a long silence, and no one cared about the decay of the bald man, nor the crux of the fat head being pinched by the car door.

The world is a rushing river, and it will never stop flowing for a grain of sand and gravel to fall into the river.

Only the bald middle-aged man will take the USB disk that retains Qin Xianglin's body temperature, get out of the car angrily, and then no, rush towards the sacred building.

The fate of mortals is dominated here, and it is not to be distant.

Qin Xianglin is just a mortal after all, that's all.

He waded through countless rivers of people and cars, with extremely angry eyes, and his head, which was already hairless, but was still taken by Qin Xianglin to hit the car door and leave scars.

He stepped into the building and pressed the elevator, like a slave who had stolen this shocking secret from the desolation.

He held a thumbs-like USB drive in his hand, as if he had mastered the secret of birth, old age, sickness and death.

He couldn't wait and was furious.

He put the USB drive in the hands of Qiao Zhongjun and was loyal.

Qiao Zhongjun didn't know what this thing was, he was sitting in a spacious and bright office, his hand holding Jiang Jun's belly, strategizing, calm and calm.

General Qiao Zhongjun suspiciously inserted the USB drive into the computer, and then clicked the key slowly and accurately and moved the mouse.

Then, he clicked on the USB drive called: "Stealing Chickens and Touching Dogs".

The computer was not very responsive, but a lot of colorful content soon appeared.

Qiao Zhongjun just clicked on one of them, and his whole body was like a lightning strike??

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