Shen Lang doesn't mean drag racing, but it's not bad to have fun. ↗ Dusty ↖ Literature √ Studies

"Hmph, this kid really came along, Lao Tzu will let him know how to write dead characters later!" Chen Zifeng showed a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, the Ferrari driven by Shen Lang suddenly crashed into the Porsche.

With a loud "bang", Chen Zifeng leaned back violently, and then slammed forward, because he was not wearing a seat belt, his head slammed into the center console.

"Ouch!" Chen Zifeng was hit with a big bag in his head, and a miserable scream came out of his mouth.

"Bastard! you dare to hit the old lady's car!"

Butterfly didn't wear a seat belt, but she held the steering wheel firmly, but the height of her chest rose and fell violently, which was not a big deal, but she was not light.

"Zifeng, are you okay?" Hua Die looked at Chen Zifeng.

Chen Zifeng covered his head while suffering pain: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

After speaking, Chen Zifeng hurriedly fastened his seat belt.

"Boom!" hit it again, and Butterfly hurriedly stepped on the brakes to stop, but saw from the rearview mirror that the Ferrari behind it hit me without slowing down.

Hua Die's face changed, and she hurriedly stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward.

As soon as she accelerated, the Ferrari behind her also accelerated to follow, she turned left, Shen Lang also turned left, right, and right.

Chen Zifeng scolded: "Damn, I've met a madman!" Hua Die, hurry back to the nightclub." ”

Although Hua Die drives a Porsche, she doesn't like drag racing, so her driving skills are just average, and she can't drive fast on a ring road with countless traffic like this.

Porsche's butt has been knocked out of shape, the intersection in front of it suddenly turned red again, and Butterfly just wanted to slow down, and the sound of "bang" behind came up again.

"Bastard, dare to tease the old lady like this, the old lady will definitely castrate you later!"

"Damn, has this kid been crazy enough" Chen Zifeng's heart was shocked, and he took out his mobile phone from his pocket in a panic and dialed a number.

"Hey, call all the masters to the nightclub! Yes, invite all the guests out, the nightclub will be closed today!" Chen Zifeng yelled on the phone.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Shen Lang's mouth, he had enough fun, he turned the front of the car and turned to the right from the intersection in front of him.

Watching the Ferrari FF in tatters at the front of the car drive away, Chen Zifeng sighed and said, "Damn, this madman has finally stopped." ”

Flower Butterfly also breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

The Ferrari accelerated and crashed into the side, the Porsche body was hit, and the butterfly couldn't control its direction.

"Be careful, Butterfly!"

Suddenly, Chen Zifeng screamed strangely, pointed to the front in horror and screamed.

At this time, a farm truck pulling manure on the left was driving straight towards this side, and the Porsche was about to hit the farm truck pulling manure.

Hua Die was startled by Chen Zifeng's shout, and hurriedly turned the steering wheel and stepped on the brakes, but unfortunately it was too late.

The driver of the agricultural vehicle was about to crash into a Porsche 911, and in a hurry, he also took measures, swinging the steering wheel and pressing the brakes hard.

The two cars inevitably collided, but the farm truck that was pulling manure was too full, and the manure on the body rushed towards the Porsche like a torrential rain.

"Wow!" the Porsche was instantly drowning in stinking dung.

"Nima!"

Chen Zifeng was so frightened that he wished he wasn't in a convertible sports car, so he wouldn't be drenched from head to toe by dung.

Pedestrians on the side of the sour roadside frowned when they smelled it.

"Poof!" The flower butterfly on the side vomited repeatedly, rolled her eyes, and fell to the ground unconscious.

"Hua Butterfly!" Chen Zifeng hurriedly picked up Hua Butterfly and found that she had actually fainted.

Seeing this, the driver of the agricultural truck was startled, did not dare to linger, and ran away in a smoke. Just kidding, he can't afford to mess with a guy who drives a Porsche.

"Grass, come back to Lao Tzu!" Chen Zi trembled with anger.

Seeing the Porsche that was flooded with feces and water that was photographed by passers-by, Shen Lang couldn't help laughing, parked the Ferrari aside, and got out of the car.

"Chen Zifeng, aren't you very dragged?" Shen Lang sneered.

"The surname Shen, you have a kind! If you have the ability, you can wait for Lao Tzu. Chen Zifeng, who was covered in dung, had a gloomy and terrible face, and roared madly at Shen Lang.

"Okay, I'll just wait here and see what tricks you can play. Shen Lang said.

Chen Zifeng made a phone call, and soon a few black Mercedes Benzes came.

The Mercedes stopped on the side of the road and walked off a few horses.

Those horses looked at the large pool of dung on the ground, and Chen Zifeng and Hua Butterfly in the center of the dung, and they were all stunned.

Holding back the violent stench, several ponymen pinched their noses and stepped forward.

"Boss, what's going on?"

"Why does it stink so much?"

"Stinky mom, take me and Hua Die back!" Chen Zi said angrily.

A few horses, you look at me, I look at you, and immediately helped Chen Zifeng and Hua Die into the car.

Chen Zifeng yelled at Shen Lang: "Shen Lang, if there is a kind, you will continue to follow! If you don't plant it, next time Lao Tzu will naturally come to the door, and then it will be your boy's death!"

Shen Lang sneered: "No need, I want to see, why do you want me to die?"

After speaking, Shen Lang got back into the Ferrari sports car and followed the Mercedes-Benz cars.

About ten minutes later, Porsche and several Mercedes Benzes parked downstairs at the Tianxia nightclub.

"Boss!"

When several horses outside the nightclub saw Chen Zifeng, they immediately surrounded him respectfully, but the foul smell on Chen Zifeng's body was simply unapproachable.

"Okay, surnamed Shen, count you as a kind. Chen Zifeng looked back at Shen Lang, who got out of the car, and ordered left and right: "You, before I come out, give me a good treat for that gentleman!"

"Yes!" replied a few of the horses.

Shen Lang carried the jade box on his back and walked in.

"Wait, sir, what are you carrying on your back?" asked a pony boy curiously.

"Do you have to report this to you?" Shen Lang retorted.

"No, no," said the boy with a shudder.

He also thought that Shen Lang was some acquaintance of Chen Zifeng, and he didn't dare to offend him.

The guests of the nightclub had already been sent out, and there were three men sitting in the hall, two in power suits, and a monk.

This monk is small and thin, but his aura is a little weird.

These two men in strong suits are the masters of the Black Dragon Society, and they were sent by the people above to assist Chen Zifeng.

As for the monk, he is a friend of Chen Zifeng.

"Zifeng, how did you do it?" A strong man in a strong suit couldn't help frowning when he saw Chen Zifeng, who was full of smell, walking in.