"Hey hey hey! What are you doing? Why did you do it?"

Zhang Fan couldn't sit still, so he jumped out of the car and stopped him in front of the black-mole man.

The big man with black mole shouted impatiently: "Who are you? It's your business? Standing at the same time, there's nothing you have to do."

"I am her husband, do you think it's my business?"

"You couple?" The big man with black mole was stunned for a moment, then smiled. He took out a yellow Furong King from his pocket and lit it, then tilted his neck and stared at Zhang Fan: "Okay! I'll ask you, you've hit my car like that, how can I solve it?"

"Just register for insurance, what era is it? Isn't it done to hand over insurance? As for this?"

"Haha, it seems you don't understand it yet?" The big man from black mole smiled coldly and pointed to the large hood of the Cayenne sunken behind: "My car's headlight is broken, the hood is completely deformed, and it needs to be overhauled. The maintenance fee is at least tens of thousands. You are a car that has just started the road, and the license plate is still temporary. Are you full of insurance?"

Zhang Fan frowned when he heard this because his insurance would take effect the next day.

In other words, the insurance company will definitely not compensate for the accident that occurred today.

Many insurances purchased on the road take effect the next day, and the man with black moles must have taken this one accurately.

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Brother, don't bully us young. You have the responsibility for the accident just now. When we change lanes, you accelerate and rush forward. If it weren't for this, would you bump into it?"

"Then you have to say that, call the traffic police to come?"

To be honest, when Zhang Fan heard this, he really had the urge to directly transfer money to buy his broken car, but this idea could only be thought about in his mind.

Because Zhou Yingying is still there, Zhang Fan doesn't want to easily reveal his unbearable identity.

Zhang Fan asked with a cold face: "What do you think you should do?"

The big man with black mole stretched out his two fingers and shook it in front of Zhang Fan: "We don't talk nonsense, 200,000 yuan in repair costs, you pay for it, we will leave immediately."

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Yingying, who had just got off the car, couldn't sit still. Her face looked shocked and angry, and she stared at the black man and others with her eyebrows: "Twenty-hundred thousand! Are you robbing money? How many times did you buy this car? Is it worth 200,000 now?"

"I have the final say whether it is worth it or not. Otherwise, let's be the judicial officer. You can try to get a repair fee of 200,000 yuan." The black-mole man glanced at Zhou Yingying, "But the judicial officer wasted my time, you have to add another 50,000 yuan!"

Zhang Fan knew very well that in fact, the things that the black mole man and the others did were mostly teams and experienced.

How to say, such people are considered thorny in the local area, and there may be acquaintances in the relevant departments, and there must be acquaintances in the other 4S store.

Take his Cayenne for example. Although it is a luxury car, it has a long history and is an old car more than ten years ago. It is probably a second-hand one. This kind of car is actually on the verge of forced scrapping.

But it is most suitable to use this kind of car to make a car, because if you really go to the 4S store to repair it, the repair fee will be very high, and you can even change the screws to open your mouth.

Zhang Fan looked at him coldly: "Brother, is it a little dark?"

"I'm a black man!"

A burly man next to the black-mole man had a bad temper. He had long seen that Zhang Fan was not going well, so he cursed and kicked Zhang Fan suddenly.

Zhang Fan was not prepared at all and was kicked and almost fell down.

"Tm! Do you think I'm a sick cat made by Niba?"

The anger in Zhang Fan's heart instantly emerged. He rushed forward with a quick step, grabbed the man's collar, clenched his right fist, and smashed his fist into the man's belly with a sudden punch!

"ah!"

The man let out a muffled groan, curled up, and sweat beads on his forehead emerged.

"Damn it? Dare you?" Hei Yi was stunned for a moment, and immediately roared and rushed up!

"Crazy~"

Soon, Zhang Fan worked with three opposite each other.

"Yingying, go in first!"

Zhang Fan roared, pushed Zhou Yingying into the car, and then started fighting with the three big men with black moles.

The three of them, relying on the large number of people, and they all grew strong, did not take Zhang Fan seriously at all.

Zhang Fan was not afraid of them at all. Zhang Fan was originally from a martial arts school, but later he practiced Sanda, and his personal physical fitness was excellent.

"Swish!"

A big man hugged Zhang Fan's waist from behind, trying to push Zhang Fan down with his strength, but Zhang Fan held his wrist with his left hand and stretched his right foot to the bend of the man's leg. Then he hugged his right hand around his waist and swung it hard!

"Crazy~"

The man's body was thrown by Zhang Fan nearly two meters away, and a dog was thrown to the ground like a dog chewing on the shit.

"Hold the grass! Brother Zhi, this B is so strong, it seems to have been practiced!"

The other two were in a panic and rushed to rescue the scene, attacking Zhang Fan from left to right.

About a minute later, the four of them went back and forth, and they were in a very embarrassing state. The three of them had their faces and heads, especially Brother Zhi, who had two of their front teeth knocked off, and now they felt like they were leaking when they spoke.

Zhang Fan was also a little embarrassed. He was kicked a few times in his stomach, his hair was torn off a lot, and his nose was bleeding.

Overall, Zhang Fan fought three times, but although he didn't win, he didn't suffer any losses!

"Must! Little boy! Wait!" Brother Zhi's nostrils were bleeding. He was hiding far away at this moment, holding a cell phone in his hand. Because two of his teeth were knocked off, he felt like he was leaking when he called: "Whishou? Was the hell! Where are you on the horse?"

"What's wrong with Brother Zhi? Are you eating eggplant? You can't hear clearly even if you speak!"

"Eat mud! I'm fucked! Call their boat to get rich! Hurry up! Call the boat from the ship!"

"Hold the grass? Where are you?!"

"This side of the Ringcheng Road!"

"Wait!"

As they said that, the two hung up the phone.

After Brother Zhi hung up the phone, he squatted on the side of the road, lit a cigarette and stared at Zhang Fan with a grim smile: "Grass! Baby! You wait for Ang! If you are a handlebar, don't run away!"

"I'm just running!"

Zhang Fan was also angry in his heart, and his eyes were red and glaring at him!

Zhou Yingying was so scared that her face was pale. She wanted to call the police, but was stopped by Zhang Fan.

"Grass mud! Little boy!" Brother Zhi stared at Zhang Fan with a long look at him, yelling: "I tell you clearly! It's not something that can be solved by 200,000 yuan now! If you want to know your appearance, kneel down now! admit your mistake and get another 300,000 yuan! This matter is over!"

"Kneel down." Zhang Fan leaned his back against the car window and responded coldly: "Kneel down on the sky, kneel down on the ground, kneel down on the parents, I have never even kneeled in my wife, which onion do you think are you?"

"I'm still stubborn! Haha! There are few people now, so it's not embarrassing to kneel down. There are too many people in a while, so you have to kneel down and call grandpa!"

"Brother Zhi, what are you with him?" Brother Zhi's companion said with contempt: "This kid is quite tough! After a while, Chaoqun and the others are here. Just remove the kid's arm and it's all done!"

"That's it! Moji is a p-player! This kid is not old and he has obviously not been beaten by society!"

While speaking, Brother Zhi took out his cell phone and started urging him and began to shake people.

It only took more than ten minutes to pass, and six taxis with double flashes arrived quickly on the side of Huancheng Road.

Most of the cars were young people in their twenties. These people were either wearing earrings, tattooed on their arms, or had their chests and backs exposed, and the social atmosphere was very strong.

soon!

"Crunch!" "Crunch!"

Six taxis drove straight to Brother Zhi and stopped. Then, the door of the car popped open, and the murderous young men jumped out of the car and rushed straight to the car.

"Brother Zhi? What's wrong?"

"Brother Zhi? Who dares to touch you?"

"Is it the one that san b who is smoking against the beetle?"

A group of people shouted, with Zhi Ge as the center, surrounded him, and counted roughly, there were thirty or forty people.

"Yes!" Brother Zhi spitted bloody phlegm, pointed at Zhang Fan, and said with a twisted face: "Choqun, grab it here for him! It's so muddy. I want him to kneel down and call him grandpa! You must call him grandpa!"

And just as Brother Zhi spoke.

On the oncoming asphalt road, a white Maserati slowly drove in with double flashes, and pressed the horn several times at the same time.

"Ding-Ding-Ding-Ding-"

Chaoqun frowned and waved his hand and said, "Brothers let me go, don't block the passing cars."

"This car is so familiar."

Zhige's eyes froze and frowned slightly at Maserati who was slowly coming from more than ten meters away.

"Swish!"

The car window lowered, revealing the face of a young man with bangs dyed with grandma gray. The owner of the Maserati was Pang Congcong!

Pang Congcong knew Brother Zhi, but Zhang Fan and the others were blocked by the person Zhi Ge called, so Pang Congcong didn't notice for a moment, "What's going on? Liu Zhi?"

"Brother Cong!"

When Brother Zhi saw that it was Pang Congcong, he immediately smiled and ran to the Maserati car with a small step. At the same time, he quickly took out the cigarette and polite it to Pang Congcong.

"What a smoke, I can't get used to it!" Pang Congcong waved his hand and asked, "What's wrong, are you doing this? Are you shooting a short video?"

"No, it's so silly. There's a little buff that doesn't know anything about it. I'm educating you!"

"Haha, who should I educate?" When Pang Congcong asked this, the person in front of him walked away and showed his vision. He also saw Zhang Fan smoking a cigarette while beetle.

"Hold the grass? Is it the person you want to educate?"

"Yes? This little boy is very proud. He must be educated and he must know why the flowers are so popular!"

Pang Congcong thought he had read it wrong, so he rubbed his eyes and made sure that he had read it wrong. He immediately slapped Brother Zhi in the face: "Hong Damn! Liu Zhi, you have a brain disease, right? Why did you get involved with him?"

Brother Zhi was a little confused: "I? What does it mean?"

"What do you mean, are you blind? Quickly disperse everyone, go over and apologize, and have a better attitude!"

Brother Zhi asked a little unwillingly: "Why?"

"Even my dad wants to coax people who are offering sacrifices. Don't you seek death when you and others are messing with society? Do you know how much you have? Grass!" Pang Congcong blushed and cursed, and quickly raised to the car window: "I was a little unhappy with him a few days ago, so I can't go there! You can watch it and do it yourself!"

As he said that, Pang Congcong drove his Maserati and left quickly.
Chapter completed!