The Mercedes-Benz "Spinte" with more than one million seemed worthless in the young man's mouth, and Wu Bei couldn't help but be stunned.

I looked at the blue coupe again. The car was modified with the chassis close to the ground. Although I deliberately cut off the sign, it should be of great value.

A few years ago, when he was in the imperial capital, he had contacted many second-generation young men who liked to play cars like this.

Could it be that this guy is from the imperial capital?

The other side.

The young man pushed Han Wei away impatiently, frowned and urged: "Please pay you 200,000 yuan, cash or transfer money? I'm in a hurry!"

I have seen rich and powerful people, but I have never been so arrogant.

Although Han Wei was vulgar, since he could follow Luo Xue, he would definitely not be stupid. He also instantly realized that he might have hit the iron plate.

After frowning and thinking for a few seconds, he squeezed out a smile that was comparable to the blooming of chrysanthemums: "What do you call me brother, maybe our boss is friends with your adults..."

"It's over to get hitting your car and paying you for money. What do you mean by my name!"

The young man interrupted directly, looked around, and then pointed to the self-service bank across the road and said, "Let's go, I'll get you some money!"

After saying that, he turned around and whined at a hotel security guard: "Let me find a repair shop, I live in Room 888!"

Before the security guard could make a statement, Han Wei jumped to the young man as if he was being stepped on his tail and asked with an exaggerated expression: "Is Room 888 not Caesar's only presidential condom? I heard that even if you have money, you can't move in. Are the brothers the boss's relatives?"

"There are still things that money cannot be done these days?! If so, it must be that your money is not enough!"

The young man tilted his neck and curled his lips, looking disdainful.

Han Wei's face turned awkward and smiled flatteringly, completely forgot that this kid had just given him a big mouth.

"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry!"

Ignoring Han Wei's embarrassment, the young man walked towards the self-service bank opposite.

Han Wei was stunned for three seconds and ordered his men: You guys clean up the site and don’t affect the hotel’s business.

Then he ran away and drove out: "Brother, it doesn't matter whether you pay or not, let's make friends."

Seeing that there was no more excitement, the surrounding people dispersed.

Wu Bei narrowed his eyes and stared at Han Wei for a moment, then followed him.

Outside the self-service bank, Han Wei clasped his cell phone and called: "Mr. Luo, it seems very difficult to hit the boy in our car."

Through the bright glass window, Wu Bei saw the young man withdrawing money with his body on his back and swooped behind Han Wei.

"Hello Brother Wei?"

Wu Bei patted Han Wei on the shoulder and head.

"What a fuck..."

Han Wei turned his head conditionedly.

Then my eyes went dark and before I could see clearly what was going on, I felt that my clothes were lifted from bottom to top, covering my head.

At the same time, a strong and severe pain came from his lower abdomen.

Wu Bei pressed Han Wei's head with his left hand, and clenched his fist with his right hand and hit Han Wei with a few "bang".

"Who! Help!"

Han struggled and shouted in fear.

Unfortunately, all his men were busy dealing with the accident, and no one noticed this. In addition, his voice could not spread out across the street.

During the push, Wu Bei tripped Han Wei with a quick hooking leg, and looked at his head like a prank, "bang bang" twice.

Soon Han Wei lost his reaction and went straight into shock.

"cough..."

Suddenly, the guy with dreadlocks walked out of the bank and witnessed this scene throughout the whole process.

Wu Bei took the opportunity to look at the other party, and the young man immediately raised his thumbs up: "Brother, I am indirectly blind, you can continue!"

After handing the other party a grateful look, Wu Bei turned around and left.

"Brother, my second brother likes you. If you are interested, you can go to room 888 to find me! My surname is Luo!"

After walking a few steps away, the young man's voice rang behind Wu Bei's head.

Wu Bei accelerated his pace more and more, and easily disappeared in front of the young man with the car parked on the side of the road.

But he did not go far, but hid behind a tool truck. He had to determine whether Han Wei saw him first, otherwise he would definitely be in great trouble.

When Wu Bei left, the young man immediately came to Han Wei: "Hey, stop sleeping, wake up!"

"Who! Don't hit me!"

Han Wei was awakened by the fainting and raised his head in horror.

The young man who claimed to be his second brother smirked and smacked his lips: "Brother, I didn't realize that you are still a performance artist. I threw myself into a dog and ate shit."

"I...I fell down myself?"

At this time, Han Wei's nose and face were swollen, and his little eyes were full of ignorance and confusion.

The young man nodded repeatedly: "It's not a good thing, I can see clearly."

"Oh, it hurts...my ribs seem to be broken."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Han Wei covered his lower abdomen and let out a miserable howl...

At this moment, Luo Xue was also sweating profusely in a private room at Caesar Crown.
Chapter completed!