Fat Chen took a sip of wine and asked,

"Why can't you mess with the law?"

The waiter said,

"The red-haired one just now, named Song Qiang, has been in prison several times for deliberately hurting people, and he is a famous ruffian of this generation, if anyone provokes him, ......."

As soon as he was halfway through his words, he was interrupted by Ye Qiuyang,

"Don't say it, this Heavenly King is not interested in who the red-haired monster is, anyway, as long as he dares to come again, he will be sent to Lord Yama to report to him."

The waiter was stunned and bent down, "Okay, then I wish you two a pleasant meal." ”

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, and at the same time pinched the sweat for Ye Qiuyang and the others, worried that they would encounter danger after they walked out of here.

As for Ye Qiuyang and the others, they quickly forgot all about the red-haired monster and continued to drink and eat, and they were very happy.

After eating and drinking, they sat there, touching their bulging bellies and burping.

Fat Chen asked, "Brother, where are we going next?" ”

Ye Qiuyang thought for a moment and replied, "Longlan County." ”

Fat Chen's eyes narrowed,

"It's a coincidence, I have a few subordinates who happen to be on a mission in Longlan County, and when we get to the place, let them pick us up."

"I'll check the itinerary first."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone, lowered his head and rummaged for a long time, and then said,

"Due to the remoteness of Longlan County, there are only two buses a day from here to Longlan County, one in the morning and one at the end of midnight."

"It's one o'clock in the afternoon, so it looks like we'll have to wait until the evening to catch the last train."

Ye Qiuyang nodded, "Okay, then so be it." ”

The two discussed the next itinerary, then checked out and walked out of the restaurant, planning to find a place to rest and wait until the evening to take the shuttle bus to Longlan County.

After walking along the road for a while, I saw that at the corner of the alley, there was a fortune teller who set up a stall, and there were several big words written next to it: "Fortune telling, no money".

Ye Qiuyang and the two just glanced at each other, and they planned to walk over.

But at this time, the fortune teller ran over to block the way.

He looked at Ye Qiuyang and the others, his expression was extremely serious, and the fingers of his right hand kept rubbing back and forth.

Fat Chen grinned,

"What's the matter, master, are you telling fortunes for the two of you? Did you figure out something? ”

The fortune teller gestured, signaled not to disturb him, and then continued to rub his fingers, and it took a long time to open his eyes, and pretended to be profound,

"Two young people, I see that you two are covered with dark clouds and the Yin Hall is black, which is a sign that you are haunted by evil spirits!"

Ye Qiuyang and the two glanced at each other, forced a smile, and asked,

"Master, do you have a solution?"

The fortune teller sighed,

"This is the fate of the two of you, if I help you forcibly resolve it, it will be ruined."

"But who made me kind, well, then help you this time!"

"Well, this ......"

He paused, rubbing his right thumb together, but this time he wasn't telling fortunes.

Fat Chen understood what he meant, so he took out a hundred yuan from his pocket.

The two of them knew that the fortune teller in front of them was a liar and still paid for it, but it was all because they were idle, so they planned to have fun and see how this product was going to be compiled.

If the weaving sounds good, let it go, if the weaving is not good, all three legs will be broken.

Seeing the red ticket, the fortune teller's face was still dark, but his hand was already stretched out very honestly.

Seeing that a hundred dollars were about to arrive, suddenly a motorcycle drove up with a screeching noise.

The person riding the motorcycle was none other than the red hair who was looking for trouble in the restaurant just now.

As soon as he saw the red hair, the fortune teller suddenly seemed to be a different person, and he didn't want any money, so he ran over with a hippie smile.

"Yo~ Brother Qiang came over so early today?"

He shuddered and took out a few tickets and handed them over,

"Brother Qiang, this is today's protection fee, do you see enough? It's not enough, I'll lie to a few more wrongdoers later. ”

The red-haired Song Qiang impatiently slapped the fortune teller,

"Fuck off, Lao Tzu has something to do today, and I'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Yes, yes, yes."

The fortune teller covered his face, without the slightest complaint, hurriedly packed up his things and staggered away.

He looks like this, where he still looks like a master and a half-immortal, he is clearly a second dog.

Fat Chen looked at the money and said with a smile,

"Red-haired monster, why are you here again? Haven't had enough shrimp? ”

"Do you want me to treat you to crayfish? That shell must be calcium supplemented! ”

"Phew!" Song Qiang spat out, "Don't talk nonsense, Lao Tzu is here to take revenge!" ”

He put his finger in his mouth as he spoke, and whistled loudly.

For a while, there was a "buzzing" motorcycle sound in all directions, which made people's scalps tingle like bombing the streets.

Soon, more than two dozen motorcycles drove over one after another.

And the cyclists all have conspicuous colors on their heads, red, white, yellow, blue, and even multicolored.

Fat Chen was dumbfounded,

"Obediently, this special mother's funeral family has been revived......"

Song Qiang sat on the motorcycle and raised his face proudly,

"Just now in the restaurant, you relied on the crowd, and now I have to make you look good!"

He touched his chin, "But, as long as you two kneel down and kowtow to Brother Qiang and me a few times, maybe I can let you go!" ”

He Song Qiang is a well-known figure in this generation, who doesn't call Brother Qiang when he sees him?

I think back then, even in prison, I was a prison bully!

But just now, he was actually grabbed by his hair and humiliated, if he didn't take revenge, how could he mix on the road in the future!

Fat Chen smacked his lips,

"I said red-haired monsters, you better hurry up and take your gang of non-mainstream, killer Matt to the haircuts and shave your bald head, don't come out and die if you are idle!"

Song Qiang narrowed his eyes,

"It seems that you don't cry when you don't see the coffin?"

"Okay, then it will be done for you!"

With a wave of his hand,

"Brothers, give it to me, run them over with a motorcycle, I'll stand up if something happens!"

The brothers of the "Funeral Family" all started the accelerator and kept honking their horns, ready to hit them at any moment.

Fat Chen pulled out his stick, "Brother, there are a lot of them, and they all ride motorcycles, what should I do?" ”

Ye Qiuyang didn't pay attention to it, but looked at Song Qiang and said loudly,

"Red-haired monster, have you ever seen a ghost?"

Song Qiang sneered,

"Ghosts? Where are there ghosts in the world? You're sick in the head, right? ”

"Today, Lao Tzu will turn you into a ghost!"

He twisted the accelerator, started the motorcycle and rushed towards Ye Qiuyang!

Ye Qiuyang didn't dodge either, and said lightly,

"Zhou Tai, this Tianwang is too lazy to move when he is full, you clean up this red hair for me."

"The last general obeys!"

Zhou Tai came out in response and blocked in front of Ye Qiuyang.

He stretched out his thick arm full of muscular bumps, and with no effort, grabbed the handlebars of the motorcycle that hit him at great speed!

(End of chapter)