The yellow light is on.

In the eighth district of Fengcheng, in front of the ninth intersection, on the side of the road towards the center of the city, there is a long queue of cars, ready to go.

The yellow light goes off.

The second half of the car dragon gradually sounded a dense horn. However, the black Santana at the front did not mean to drive over the zebra crossing. An iron hand reached out from the passenger seat, gestured at the trash can on the side of the road, and threw out a cigarette box paper ball.

The ball of paper hit the top of the hole in the trash can and bounced off the pavement.

"It's grandma's! Closely! ”

Song Dong probe scolded.

The younger brother who was in the car hurriedly got out of the car, picked up the paper ball and put it on Song Dong's iron palm.

"Beep beep, beep your sister! Guys without qualities! Song Dong clenched his iron fist so creaky that he yelled at the back.

Those drivers knew that it was Mai Qihao's subordinates, and they dared not speak out, and those who didn't know behind them pressed their horns even harder.

Song Dong threw the paper ball out again. This time, it was obviously much stronger, and the paper ball brushed the top lid of the trash can and flew away.

Song Dong got out of the car, ran to the side of a taxi behind, smashed the glass window with a punch, grabbed the driver's neck, and dragged him out and threw him on the ground like pinching a chicken.

A few younger brothers surrounded him and punched and kicked him.

The poor unlucky bastard, holding his head and not shouting a few words, couldn't make a sound.

"The best way to deal with road rage is not to reason with the other person. The best way to do that is to stop him from beeping with violence. After Song Dong finished speaking, he returned to the car, took out a box of new cigarettes, poured out all the cigarettes, kneaded the cigarette box, and aimed it at the trash can outside.

The red light is on.

On the zebra crossing, passers-by are flooded.

"You say these people are in a hurry every day, for what? None of them knew that they were just a trick of the city? ”

The paper ball drew a parabola, bounced up and down a few times through the hole in the trash can, and then fell out again.

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