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Chapter 433 Crash

Wang Lang looked up and took a casual look. There was a surveillance monitor on the side of the road. He continued to walk forward for more than a hundred meters. Lin Yaqi suddenly felt weak and almost fell down. Wang Lang turned around and immediately supported him.

Lin Yaqi's face turned pale and her whole body was trembling.

"I'll carry you." Wang Lang paused and said.

Lin Yaqi nodded without hesitation.

Bent over and raised Lin Yaqi with her back, and Wang Lang continued to walk forward.

The further away from the police station, the more arrogant the people driving behind him. At first, the high beam was shaking, but later he started honking the horn.

There are no residential buildings around, only office buildings and commercial buildings. There are very few people on the road now and the buses have been stopped.

Wang Lang looked at it casually and walked to a T-shaped intersection. Wang Lang walked towards a place without surveillance.

This was exactly the thoughts of the people behind him, and the sound of honking became louder and louder, and some people even stretched out half of their bodies from the car window to make strange screams.

Wang Lang ignored him and continued to move forward.

A group of people behind stepped on the accelerator and rushed up frantically. Six cars formed a circle to surround Wang Lang and Lin Yaqi.

The car door opened, and seventeen or eighteen young men came down, all holding the guys in their hands.

Wang Lang took out his ears and looked at the last car. The roof of the car slowly retreated. The big-mouthed Young Master Ding sat in the driver's seat and stared at Wang Lang with a perverted smile. Next to him was the scar face that had just come out of the police station.

"Hey! Idiot! Do you still remember me?" Mr. Ding shouted.

Wang Lang glanced around and looked at Dazui Shao. "I'm not in a good mood today."

"Idiot, you are in a bad mood, I am not in a good mood." Big Mouth Ding Shao sneered.

"Is it your wife you are carrying? It's so smooth, let me play with it?" The big-mouthed Shao grinned and smiled.

Lin Yaqi buried her head on Wang Lang's shoulders, and Wang Lang smiled, "It's okay."

Mr. Ding stood in the seat, "Brothers, just hit this man, try not to hit a woman, I'm going to have fun."

"Mr. Ding, you've finished playing, let your brothers play."

"No problem!" Mr. Ding grinned again.

More than a dozen people surrounded him, one of them rushed up first, and the steel pipe hit Wang Lang's head.

Wang Lang took a step forward, stretched out his hand and twisted the man's wrist, and the steel pipe reached Wang Lang's hand. Wang Lang kicked the man's belly and heard a clatter of the pelvis. The man flew back and knelt on the ground and couldn't stand up.

The rest of the people rushed over, and Wang Lang blocked the man's hands and a steel pipe was stuffy to the head of the man who was just talking. Before the man fainted, Wang Lang shook his hand and another steel pipe, which directly shook off the man's half of his mouth.

All this is a long story, but it happens in the middle of a flash.

Wang Lang didn't stop, and the group of people rushed over. Wang Lang carried Lin Yaqi on his back and felt like he was walking in the garden, and a steel pipe was stuffed into a child.

In less than a minute, Wang Lang lost more than a dozen people.

After moving his wrists, Wang Lang walked towards Mr. Ding.

Scarface looked ferocious, and suddenly pulled out his gun and shot Wang Lang.

Wang Lang hurriedly avoided, but because the distance was too close, he was carrying Lin Yaqi on his back, and the bullets were still passing through the two of them.

Before Scarface fired the second shot, Wang Lang threw out the steel pipe in his hand, and the steel pipe smashed Scarface's pistol away. Wang Lang rubbed his feet, rubbed another steel pipe, and rushed towards the two people in the car with the steel pipe.

In desperation, Mr. Ding stepped on the accelerator and rushed. Wang Lang's steel pipe was stuffed on Scarface's shoulders. Scarface screamed, and the two of them ran away in the car.

Wang Lang opened the rear door of the car on the edge and stuffed Lin Yaqi in. Wang Lang sat in the driver's seat. When he stepped on the accelerator, Wang Lang rushed towards the two people in front.

He looked down and blood was flowing on his shoulders. When he looked back, he looked back and saw blood flowing on Lin Yaqi's shoulders. It was not a big problem. He did not hurt the bones, nor did he break the large blood vessels, but just lost a piece of flesh.

"If you kill him, I will take you to the hospital." Wang Lang spoke softly.

"Um."

Wang Lang's car is not as good as Ding Shao's car. The distance between the two cars is not far or close, and the hardware cannot keep up with it. No matter how powerful the technology is, it will be useless. Unless the other party is very naughty.

Scarface's right arm was ruined by Wang Lang, and he held a gun in his left hand and fired several shots at Wang Lang behind him.

"This madman is still chasing him, where are you going now?" Mr. Ding asked in a panic look.

"Go to your house." Scarface looked calmer.

"This person dares to kill people, I have seen him kill people." Mr. Ding said again.

Scarface was furious, "Then you still let me catch him!"

Mr. Ding glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time, "Don't you have a gun?"

Scarface turned around with an impatient look and shot again, rubbing his right shoulder, and his expression of pain was twisted.

"Why don't you drive towards your house?" Scarface immediately shouted angrily when he saw the direction of the car.

"Not today. My dad and Huang Laowu are competing today. I will cause trouble when I go back like this. My dad will kill me." Ding Shao said.

"Fuck!" Scarface kicked the front.

"I'm going to one of my friends now, he has a gun." Ding Shao explained.

Scarface glanced inadvertently and looked back and found that Wang Lang's car was missing.

"Where is that stupid?" Scarface stood up and looked behind him.

Mr. Ding also looked at him, and his expression became even more panicked, "I clearly saw him following him just now. Do you feel that I can't catch up?"

"Drive your car!" Scarface shouted.

Mr. Ding looked at the scarred face, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

Wang Lang lit a cigarette and looked at Lin Yaqi through the rearview mirror, "Hait up the seat belt and grab the handrail."

Lin Yaqi did as she did, Wang Lang stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and rushed out of the intersection.

A car was speeding in front of me, and the co-pilot stood with a scarred face looking around.

Bang!

A loud noise followed by the sharp sound of the brakes and the sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground.

Wang Lang got off the car.

The front of the car was a little broken, and he didn't hit Mr. Ding's car much, just to scare him. As soon as he hit the steering wheel, he hit the isolation belt in the middle of the road next to him and then he was out of control and finally hit a big tree on the side of the road.

Mr. Ding's car flashed with lights. Scarface had not worn a seat belt just now and was thrown off first. He was lying not far away, covered in injuries.

When Wang Lang passed by, he stuffed half-smoked cigarette butts into Scar's mouth, and then kicked them away. When he walked to the car, Ding Shao was bleeding from his forehead, and the airbag was covered with blood, but he was not dizzy yet.

When I saw Wang Lang, I seemed to be more awake.

"My dad is Ding Cang, one of the three wolves in Chenyang City. If you dare to kill me, my dad will let you go to heaven and go to earth and have no way out."

It's been this time, but this stupid dick doesn't forget to show off his dad's name to scare people.

Wang Lang took out his ears and pulled Ding Shao's clothes off the car.

"I tell you! You'd better let me go! Otherwise!" The child might have made him stupid. He was still threatening Wang Lang at this moment.

Wang Lang lit three cigarettes and took a sip. The cigarette butts were on fire. Wang Lang stuffed them into the mouth of Mr. Ding who was still urging him without saying a word.

Pinching Mr. Ding's mouth, Wang Lang took out his cell phone and made a phone call.
Chapter completed!
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