Chapter 8: This guy is hanging, isn't he!?

Song Ming frowned and hung up the phone, and then put the little girl who was crying in his arms on the side of the road.

"Baby!"

"Mom!"

The little girl cried and threw herself into her mother's arms, and the motorcycle that suddenly rushed out just now frightened her.

"Thank you, thank you so much!"

The young mother thanked Song Ming again and again.

"You're welcome."

After several riders got off the bike, they immediately ran over and helped up a couple of men and women who had fallen: "Brother Yang! Sister-in-law, are you two okay!? ā€

"Grass! You're blind! I didn't see Lao Tzu's head broken! ā€

Brother Yang slapped him, and then scolded: "What about the guy who suddenly rushed out just now!?" Call me! Damn, I almost scared me to death! ā€

"What about you, you're tired of living and want to die, right!?"

Several other young men stopped their motorcycles, surrounded Song Ming and scolded: "You really want to kill Brother Yang!" Grass your uncle! ā€

The young mother was angry: "Obviously you were riding a motorcycle on the street and almost hit my child, you still dare to scold!?" ā€

"That's it! These rampants don't learn well every day, and they don't stop at night, and they are noisy! ā€

"If my child dares to do this, Lao Tzu will shave him to death with a big ear!"

The passers-by next to him also talked about it, obviously they had a long-standing grudge against these people.

"Swearing? Lao Tzu is still going to beat people! ā€

"Do you fucking know how much Brother Yang's baby is!?"

"I can't afford to sell you!"

The arrogant rampant frightened the young mother, and Song Ming silently stood in front: "Do you know that motorcycles can't be on the road in the city? ā€

"I'm fucking you!"

A young man who was eager to perform rushed up quickly, raised his hand and slapped it!

Song Ming, who was expressionless, shook his body, and after avoiding the attack, his hand subconsciously stretched out to the guy's neck!

Song Ming's heart trembled, after enabling the electronic plug-ins of assassination mastery and combat mastery, it had almost become his instinct to want to kill with one blow when counterattacking.

At the last moment, Song Ming's wrist flicked, and a loud slap was slapped on the guy's face.

The little young man who covered his face didn't know that he had turned around in front of the ghost gate, and he obviously didn't expect that this guy would dare to fight back when the number of people was so disparity.

"! He still dares to fight back!! ā€

"him!"

"Avenge Brother Yang!"

When did the arrogant rampant people suffer such a loss, Song Ming's slap seemed to stab the hornet's nest, and those guys exploded all at once.

But they didn't expect that more than a dozen of them couldn't even touch the corners of this guy's clothes when they got on it together!

Song Ming in the crowd was as slippery as a loach!

[Commander, can you block the cameras around you?] 怑

[Electronic shielding has been turned on.] 怑

Song Ming began to fight back, and his speed suddenly increased a lot.

They also have to worry about not injuring their companions by mistake, but Song Ming has no such scruples, he punches and kicks casually, and at this time, there are too many people but a disadvantage.

Song Ming himself is also very aggrieved, although the electronic plug-in is very powerful, but it also brings him very serious sequelae, when he fights back, his hand always wants to greet those guys' necks, crotch, intercostals, eyes and other vital points, which has become an instinct.

And now he not only has to fight back against these people, but also has to fight against the instincts of his body, and his whole body is simply awkward and indescribable.

The pedestrians next to them saw that there was a fight here, and they immediately dispersed, and some of the more courageous people stood far away and entered the theater mode.

After the young mother who was helped by Song Ming held the child and dodged, she hurriedly began to call the police.

"Hey, I'm going to call the police, I've got a crowd of mobs here to fight, they's- uh!?"

The young mother, who was calling the police, looked up, then her eyes widened suddenly.

"Hello? Please indicate your location. ā€

"Uh, that, sorry, I—I'm not calling the police."

The stunned young mother hung up the phone, and then watched as Song Ming put those rampers to the ground one by one.

"Mom, Mom, big brother is amazing!"

"yes......"

The young mother was simply stupid: "This is not a movie, is it?" ā€

"! This dude's cock is exploding! He's learning freefighting, right!? ā€

"No, no, no, looking at his movements, there is clearly a shadow of army fighting, is he a veteran?"

"Damn,! Why can't I shoot such an awesome thing!? Why does the phone flash back when the camera is turned on!? ā€

"Huh? You can't shoot either? Me too, as soon as I turn on the camera, it flashes back! ā€

"What the hell? Paranormal events? ā€

Song Ming rushed sideways, dodging one person's fist and flashing under him, and then smashed him in the stomach with a punch!

"Bang!"

The guy's eyes were dark, and he was hunched by Song Ming's neck again.

Song Ming restrained for a while before he controlled the urge to crush his throat, and then with a crisp knee, the guy curled up on the ground with his stomach in his arms and lost his combat effectiveness.

I-!

Brother Yang, who was covering his head, just took a breath and planned to go up to vent, but when he looked up, he found that his little brothers had all been fucked down!

Suddenly, Brother Yang's face turned green.

You're paralyzed, isn't it!?

Song Ming, who was expressionless, walked in front of Brother Yang: "You just said you wanted to kill me?" ā€

Brother Yang's body shook, and he was directly frightened by Song Ming's cold eyes: "Big, big brother, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!" ā€

"I misunderstood your mother!"

Song Ming grabbed his neck and slapped him a few times: "Your parents haven't taught you how to be a person, I'll teach you!" ā€

A series of slaps swollen the face of that Yang brother, and then Song Ming's gaze fell on the motorcycle next to him, and the commander immediately inquired about the information: "Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R, heh." ā€

Brother Yang struggled and said, "Big brother! Dear brother! Do you know each other? Since they are all like-minded! Can you stop fighting......"

"Your father and you are the same people!"

Song Ming slapped him again, then threw him on the ground, stepped over the scared girl, walked over and kicked the motorcycle of more than two million yuan into a big hole!

it!

Brother Yang, whose face is swollen like a steamed bun, feels that there is a piece of meat missing from his heart!

"! I just checked, this motorcycle is more than 2 million! ā€

"More than that! It has also been modified, at least 3 million upwards! ā€

"I really want to broadcast the violent demolition of luxury cars! But it's okay to check things, why can't I turn on the camera!? ā€

"it! These social scum should fight violence with violence! ā€

Windshield......

Rearview mirror ......

Remove the exhaust pipe and smash it as a stick, smash it hard!

In less than a moment, this luxury car was destroyed beyond recognition by Song Ming.

Song Ming threw the exhaust pipe to the ground with a "bang", and then looked at the Yang brother coldly: "In the future, dare to let me see you riding a motorcycle again, I will see you dismantle it once!" ā€

The onlookers trembled in their hearts, how confident is this to dare to be so domineering!

After warning that guy, Song Ming turned around and left directly, so many people watched him leave, but no one dared to stop him.

[Unblock the electronic shield.] 怑

[Lifted.] 怑

[Locate Tang Yun's location.] 怑

[The mobile phone signal positioning has been completed, and the shortest route has been planned. 怑

The steering wheel is not in my hand, and there is an egg for planning the route.

Song Ming complained silently and glanced at his hands.

After the world was reorganized by nanobots, his body was in the best state in all aspects, which is of course a good thing, but the instinct to kill people as soon as he started his hands is too terrible, and if he can't control it well, I'm afraid something will happen if he's not careful.

Tang Yun was lying in the car sobbing silently, and a person suddenly opened the door and sat in.

"Who- you actually found me?"

Tang Yun looked incredulous: "Did you put a tracker on me?" Your professional instincts? Are you a mercenary? ā€

Song Ming was noncommittal: "Isn't it to repay the debt?" Let's go. ā€

"It's already noon, let's have lunch first."

Song Ming touched his stomach, and used [Astute] for a short time in the sales center in the morning, and consumed a lot of energy in that instant, coupled with the frequent use of the commander, now his energy state has become low, not to mention his stomach, not to mention hungry, but also consumed a lot of fat.

"Okay."

The two found a home-cooked restaurant with a large amount of food, ordered some dishes and began to eat.

Tang Yun never thought that the first time she dined alone with a man other than her father would be in such a cheap restaurant, but she still felt very relieved.

Tang Yun ate cautiously and quietly looked at Song Ming, who was gobbling up on the other side.

Eating so quickly and so heavily proves that he used to be engaged in physically demanding work and that he was pressed for time......

In addition, he seems to have instinctively left a location tracking device on himself......

It's just that...... Why is his skin so good? I can't see the calluses on my hands......

If it weren't for these two doubts, Tang Yun would almost certainly have Song Ming being a mysterious mercenary.

"Why do you keep looking at me? Eat. ā€

Song Ming had already noticed Tang Yun's gaze.

"Hmmm! Oh! Oh! ā€

Tang Yun hurriedly lowered his head and began to eat, and then silently labeled Song Ming as "very keen".

[Energy Status: High.] 怑

After eating, the energy state returned to a high level, and it will continue to be maintained as the food is digested, Song Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go, solve the problem sooner."

"Hmm."

Tang Yun drove to the south of the city, and the destination was beyond Song Ming's expectations, Dingsheng International, which is a very famous office building in Zhongzhou City.

Jin Yu is ruined on the outside, maybe that's the place he said.

Follow Tang Yun upstairs to a company called "Splendid Future Financial Services Co., Ltd.", and the main entrance has a promotional slogan that makes people's blood boil:

The one who can come up with 200 yuan when you are in trouble is a friend!

It's a brother who can come up with two thousand dollars!

Those who can take out 20,000 yuan are relatives!

It is the parents who can come up with 200,000 yuan!

But we are the only ones who can come up with two million, twenty million, or even two hundred million!

Tang Yun laughed at herself: "This is really the most touching loan shark advertisement I have ever seen." ā€

Song Ming nodded silently.

A man greeted him with a smile: "Yo, isn't this Miss Tang?" The last money raised? ā€

Tang Yun said coldly: "I'll pay it back." ā€

"That's great, please come in, please sit, we can pay back, of course we are still friends."

The man said with a smile on his face: "Then we don't need to use any coercive measures, hello, hello, everyone." ā€