Facing the crazy red racing car, rushing towards like flames, Song Zhichao immediately rushed towards Fu Jiajun who was stunned.

Fu Jiajun was carried by Song Zhichao and rolled onto the ground. The car had already rushed to the point where the two of them rolled over.

Immediately afterwards, a beautiful tail-swinging sound!

The racing car pointed the front of the car at Song Zhichao and Fu Jiajun who were still lying on the ground again, and roared at them.

This is obviously a murder!

Song Zhichao had this idea in his mind. He saw that the car had rushed towards them again, and this time, he couldn't hide it.

Seeing that the front of the car was about to hit him and Fu Jiajun, Song Zhichao felt his blood rushing in his head. Seeing that Fu Jiajun was hit at this moment, his face turned pale and his soul was scattered.

Just the moment the front of the car hit two people-

With a creaking sound, the car stopped.

He stopped steadily in front of Song Zhichao and Fu Jiajun.

The beads of sweat as big as beans slid down Song Zhichao's forehead. No matter how calm he was, he was almost exhausted when he walked at the intersection of death.

In comparison, Fu Jiajun is even more unbearable.

As a spoiled young master, he usually wears wealth and has never encountered any danger. Even though he hit the railing last time he drove, he was just nervous and exciting. It was not like he was just killing him.

He gasped, staring at the red racing car, staring at the terrifying road killer inside the car.

With a bang, the car door opened.

The person in the car walked over, with violent eyes and a hideous scar on his left cheek, and his whole body was filled with a strong aura.

The owners of the stalls who were hit all surrounded and were about to ask for an explanation from the man. At this moment, seven or eight young and dandy came from somewhere. One of them had long hair bit a cigarette, took out a stack of banknotes, and said to the stall owners: "How much is the loss? Come here to get money!"

"It's so unreasonable. I'm still so arrogant when I hit someone!"

"That's right, I think it's great if I have money?"

Before the two stall owners finished speaking, they slapped them twice, and then ordered the others: "Phone me to death, at worst, I can accompany me for some medical expenses later!"

So the young and dandy rushed up and punched and kicked the two stall owners.

Seeing this, the other stall owners all became soft.

The long hair spitted out the biting cigarette, looked at the stall owner and said, "Who else wants to ask for an explanation? No? If not, hurry up and get out of the money!"

Everyone was silent.

...

Looking at the tough man again, he seemed very satisfied with Changmao's arrogant and domineering appearance and gave Changmao a thumbs up.

Changmao said, "Big Boss, just be so happy. I'll get it if the police come!" That means he will deal with the police in the future. After all, this is Macau, and the police in Macau are very dark, so it's easy to solve the problem if you put some money in it.

The fierce man turned around, spread his legs, threw the car keys in his hand, looked at Song Zhichao and Fu Jiajun who were still lying on the ground, and said proudly: "How is it, Song Zhichao, Mr. Fu, are you two happy?"

"Chen Yaoxing, it's you?!" Fu Jiajun raised his head and glanced at the other party fiercely.

Chen Yaoxing moved his neck, spitted on the ground, and said arrogantly: "If it's not me, who will it be?" After that, he laughed loudly, "How about it, are you scared to pee, Master Fu Er?"

Fu Jiajun gritted his teeth: "Despicable!"

"What a despicable thing? Do you think I really want to kill you? I just scare you! But I didn't expect you to be so useless!" Chen Yaoxing's tone was full of sarcastic.

Fu Jiajun was so angry that he was itchy.

Chen Yaoxing seemed very satisfied with Fu Jiajun's angry and grimaceful look. He looked at Song Zhichao again and saw that the other party's expression had changed a little, but his face was not too embarrassed, which made him feel a little unhappy.

"Song Zhichao, you are not scared to death yet, I'll take your lungs!" Chen Yaoxing cursed.

Song Zhichao pulled Fu Jiajun up from the ground and bounced the dust on his body. Fu Ershao was even more unbearable. He seemed to have injured his knees. When he rolled up his trouser legs, he saw a large area of ​​scratches, and the red and white flesh and blood were shocking.

"How are you? It's nothing wrong, right?" Song Zhichao said with concern.

"I'm fine, I can still withstand it!" Fu Jiajunqiang smiled and tried to move his legs, but he screamed. It turned out that he had injured his bones just now, which made him grin.

"Chen Yaoxing, what do you want?" Song Zhichao was angry and turned around and questioned.

Chen Yaoxing looked at him with his neck stammering: "What do you want?" scratched his nose with his fingers, "Oh, I didn't think about it - don't you remember? When I broke up in Hong Kong, I gave you a card to come to Macau racing! Then since you have come to Macau, why don't you look for me? Hehe! Do you know, I miss you very much! Especially you, Mr. Fu, don't you want to take revenge? But looking at your current appearance, let alone driving a racing car, I guess you'll be calling a car! How about it, do you want me to call you one for you-"

While speaking, I heard the sound of an ambulance coming from afar.

Chen Yaoxing turned his head and looked at it, then turned around and said to Fu Jiajun: "Macau ambulances are very efficient. I have arrived before I even called!"

The curly hair next to him laughed and said, "Big Boss, you don't know. Macau is often fighting. These ambulances are always on standby at any time. How about making money? Of course they are active!"

Chen Yaoxing laughed.

"I heard that you didn't have Master Fu Er, you are lucky. The ambulance arrived so quickly! But what should I do? You are lame, who is racing with me? It seems that you can't avenge you!"

Fu Jiajun was constantly mocked and stimulated by Chen Yaoxing, and could no longer help but turn his head to Song Zhichao and say, "Achao, come, you can play with him!"

Song Zhichao looked at the anxious Fu Jiajun, then looked at Chen Yaoxing, who was showing off his might, and spit out a word: "Okay!"

"I knew you could do it!" Fu Jiajun said, "Avenge me and hit him to death while driving!" Fu Jiajun pointed at Chen Yaoxing angrily.

Chen Yaoxing spread his hands on the street, "It's not certain who hits and kills him!" After saying that, he snapped his fingers, and the Changmao stepped forward and called the big brother to Song Zhichao.

"Have it secure, don't lose it! I'll prepare first, time and place, I'll notify you soon! Remember, don't call the police. Macau police are a waste, save trouble!" After saying that, Chen Yaoxing whistled and threw the key of the car in his hand to Changmao, "The police are here to help me get it done, I'll go first!" After saying that, he got into another car with a swagger, fired, and left.

Seeing Chen Yaoxing go away, Fu Jiajun can't hold on. If Song Zhichao hadn't helped him, he would have almost sat on the ground.

"A Chao, stretcher! Let them carry the stretcher over quickly! My legs hurt so much, it won't be broken, right?"

Not far away, several medical staff in white clothes carried stretchers from the car and ran all the way.

Fu Jiajun leaned against Song Zhichao's arms and wailed loudly.

In the distance, the night market stall that was hit by a racing car was in a mess.

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