Han Xiaohei sat on the motorcycle, looked at the few guys hanging upside down on the roof of the third floor of the Jingbei Hotel, and sighed faintly.

Alas!

Brother has already told you, you are not enough to warm up your brother, but why don't you listen, and you have to look for abuse without interest?

Now, one by one, they were hung upside down on the roof of the third floor, and they were only tied with clothes. Even if your clothes are strong enough to bear the weight of each of you, you won't be able to fall. But the rusty iron fence seems to be about to start welding, trembling, and it won't be able to withstand you in the next second, so that you all fall down!

Han Xiaohei threw away his cigarette butt and prepared to leave on a motorcycle. The boys on the roof cried louder.

"Big brother, please, please, put us down, can't we be wrong?" The little guy who parked the car just now cried and shouted.

"Are you wrong? I don't think any of you are at fault. Han Xiaohei shrugged his shoulders and patted the motorcycle, "I have to ride my broken motorcycle for a ride, bye!" ”

"Big brother, don't go, don't go!"

At this moment, a super bright red Lamborghini stopped on the side of the road. Immediately after, two youths in leather jackets jumped out of the car.

These two young men are different from the little bastards hanging upside down on the roof of the building, even if they are also angry, but they are rich. That outfit alone is enough to make tens of millions of gold worshippers crazy.

It's just that when these two guys saw the motorcycle sitting under Han Xiaohei's buttocks, they didn't look domineering at all, but their eyes lit up, and after they came over, they also respectfully handed over a cigarette.

The Ninety-Five?

It's just amazing.

"Thanks!" Han Xiaohei took the cigarette and said. There is a rule on the road, when someone hands a cigarette, it is to give you face. If you don't pick up the cigarette, that's not the face that people give you. Even if you just finished sucking, you have to continue.

"Come on, brother, I'll give you something!" A young man in a black leather jacket said with a lighter.

"I have it myself." Han Xiaohei waved his hand and ordered it himself. Took a puff what the ninety-five respect is not as good as the kind he smokes the local cigarette in jeju city general bai general nine yuan a box is very good. "Is there something wrong with the brothers?"

"Brother, your motorcycle is too crazy and cool, it's Y2K, right? There are only ten in the country, and there are only five in existence, and it is said that its engine is more hoisting than the engine of a helicopter! "The young man in a dark yellow leather jacket is clearly a motorcycle enthusiast. Speaking of these, it was as if he was reporting his own family name, and it was very smooth. And, looking at him like that, he really fell hopelessly in love with this motorcycle.

"I really didn't expect that we would have a Y2K in Jingbei, brother, how did you get it? Otherwise, you make an offer, I want it! Said the young man in a black leather jacket.

"Huh!" Han Xiaohei took a puff of his cigarette, smiled, waved his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I don't sell it." ”

"A million!" The young man in a black leather jacket is so cool and authentic.

"A million?" Han Xiaohei almost choked, he didn't study motorcycles, and he didn't think at all that such a motorcycle could be sold for one million.

Of course, if these two motorcycles were really his own, then he would definitely sell them without hesitation.

One million is not a small amount, but unfortunately it is not his.

"What's going on, brother, can you sell a million or not?" The young man in the black leather jacket thought that Han Xiaohei's heart was moved, and he was about to jump up with excitement.

"Not for sale!" Han Xiaohei smiled again and waved his hand.

"Two million!" The young man in a black leather jacket shouted again.

"No...... Sell! "Han Xiaohei really wants to call Ren Wanyu and discuss with her, two million, or sell it?

"Brother, how much do you have to sell it, people like it so much, can you ask for it?" The young man in a black leather jacket, like a little girl, rubbed around Han Xiaohei's body.

"Brother, I want to say, I like it very much, it's like my life, so, you should understand." Han Xiaohei pretended to be deep and authentic.

Actually, what he really wants to say is, brother, brother really wants to sell it to you, but this is not brother's, brother can't be the master.

The young man in the yellow leather jacket was moved by Han Xiaohei. If he hadn't remembered that he was a boy, he would have cried and threw himself into Han Xiaohei's arms.

"Oh yes! Brother, you touched me. Yes, if you give more money, you won't sell it, so you really love motorcycles! Said the young man in a yellow leather jacket.

"Uh...... Hehe! Han Xiaohei laughed dryly, he wanted to say that in addition to beautiful women in his life, he likes money. As for motorcycles, he really doesn't like them.

"Okay, brother, can you fulfill one of our small requests?" Said the young man in a black leather jacket.

"Say it! Except for popping chrysanthemums, it's easy to say anything. Han Xiaohei said.

"Just let the two of us sit here and take a picture, so that we can go back and brag about it!"

"It's easy, come on!" Han Xiaohei is generous and authentic.

So, the two young men were so excited that they went crazy, sat on them one by one, posed in various poses, and took more than a dozen photos by themselves. Then, he was grateful to Han Xiaohei before driving away.

For Han Xiaohei, what happened just now was nothing more than a small episode that couldn't be smaller.

But for the few little bastards who were hanging upside down on the roof of the building, they were deeply shocked. Especially the little brother who parked the car just now.

Oh, my God!

Two people who look rich and drive millions of luxury cars are so keen on this motorcycle. Moreover, a sky-high price of two million was offered to buy?

What is even more surprising to the point that his jaw fell to the ground is that the owner of the motorcycle, even if he heard the sky-high price of two million, was indifferent.

Nima!

Do you still think it's a broken motorcycle? Do you still think it's embarrassing to go out with this thing?

The parking brother who had just mocked Han Xiaohei lowered his head in shame.

I have seen a lot, I really have a long insight.

Suddenly, a few guys felt nervous. The guy below is not only very wicked, but also a low-key rich man. A few brothers provoked others, so forget it? Or will there be stricter consequences?

When a few little bastards were worried, three mighty and domineering military vehicles stopped on the side of the road.

Immediately afterwards, several strong men jumped out of the military vehicle and looked very majestic. walked up to the guy below, and then bowed ninety degrees in unison, and shouted in unison, "Mr. Han! ”

The little bastards were all dumbfounded.

Isn't it, so rich, so powerful, and now even the people in the military region are respectful to him, what is his origin?

To be dead is to be dead.

It's not good to provoke anyone, to provoke such a big person. accidentally moved the soil on Tai Sui's head, which made those little bastards become ashes one after another.

Damn it!

Who the fuck is to blame?!

The other little bastards were annoyed, gritted their teeth, and looked at the parking boy with hot eyes.

The little brother of the parking car pouted aggrievedly and cried profusely. I don't know, people have such a background. If I had known, where would I provoke him, I would have stripped off my clothes and begged for support.

The other bastards don't have the strength to scold, and the most important issue now is not to shirk responsibility. Because everyone has a share, no one can escape.

The most important thing is what will happen next.

Split by five horses? Eight pieces? Another of the ten Manchu tortures?

It's miserable enough to think about, the brothers looked at each other again, and someone dragged down the dangling iron fence. Meaning, brothers, it's all dead anyway, so it's better to give yourself a good time, right?!

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