Ji Qianming was stunned, and somehow, Zhang Fan suddenly appeared in his mind, and spoke in a strange way.

"Brother, I'll make a bold guess. Is that boy very handsome, cold and ungrateful, and he's very ungrateful?"

The three of them looked at him in unison, their faces full of shock.

The man with flower-armed arms trembled: "Look! I'll just say it! This kid must be not simple!"

"What's your relationship with that boy?" the long-faced man asked carefully.

"Oh, he is my boss." Ji Qianming's expression changed when he saw everyone Wen Fan's face. Not only did he straighten his chest, he said with a strong aura.

Hiss, the three of them took a breath and looked at each other.

I saw the yellow-haired take out a walkie-talkie from his pocket like lightning and roar desperately with the duckling voice.

"We found the boy's accomplice, repeat! We found the boy's accomplice! We are opposite China Mobile, brothers, come!"

"Received! We are chasing the boy near Baota Mountain Park. Now I will send a team of people over immediately, and reinforcements will arrive immediately! Repeat! Reinforcements will arrive immediately!"

Ji Qianming: "????"

His whole face twitched wildly, and he never expected that things would develop into this situation.

The three of them looked at him vigilantly, pulled out the steel bar from somewhere, pointed to the tiger and the golf ball, and slowly formed an encirclement.

This is a big deal! I am not Zhang Fan, I can just fuck a lot of people at will! Hello!

Ji Qianming gritted his teeth and was at this point, do it!

The three of them felt a flash in front of them, and a mirror flew in front of them, hovering in the air and slowly spinning.

Before they could react, a dazzling golden light burst out from the mirror!

The three of them felt that their eyes were about to be blinded, so they bent down while covering their eyes and howling.

"Ah! What is this!"

"My eyes!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooo..."

A wooden stick appeared out of thin air in Ji Qianming's hand and smashed it hard on the heads of the three people.

After a slap, the three of them fell to the ground, holding their heads and rolling around on the ground, especially the man with his flower-armed arms, and his tears and snot were stuck on Ji Qianming's wooden stick.

Ji Qianming felt chill when he looked at the wooden stick, which directly relieved the concreteness. At this moment, he vaguely heard a large number of motorcycle engines coming towards this place.

He looked around and saw a group of black motorcycles riding over, holding all kinds of weapons in his hands, fierce and evil.

Ji Qianming immediately stood upside down, and hurriedly rode a motorcycle and galloped towards Baota Mountain!

At this time, I still have to rely on my brave boss Zhang Fan! In Ji Qianming's heart, Zhang Fan's image, who had only met once, was infinitely magnifying.

boom!

Ji Qianming twisted the handlebars of the motorcycle tighter and tighter. At this moment, his speed was no less than that of an ordinary car. However, the motorcycle race behind him was still following him tightly, and even the number of people increased. Fortunately, this place belongs to the suburbs, otherwise he would have been chased away by the traffic police.

Damn it, why haven't I heard of so many motorcycle people in Zhenjiang before! He cursed inwardly.

Suddenly, Ji Qianming's pupils shrank.

I saw several locomotives racing from the side at the intersection ahead, and they were about to intercept his car.

The leaves on Ji Qianming's chest flickered slightly, and a mirror came out of his pocket, facing the direction of the intercepting locomotive, and a dazzling golden light burst out.

"Ahhhh, I can't see it!"

"What's so bright!"

A scream and a harsh brake sound came, and several motorcycles were overturned because of the failure to brake.

Ji Qianming's eyes lit up, and the other two mirrors in his pocket slowly rose. Three mirrors surrounded Ji Qianming and made a golden light!

"Sunglasses! Where are my sunglasses!"

"Mom, I see the sun!"

"Ahhhhh, my eyes!"

Ji Qianming was like a sun in the dark night, crossing the street like a meteor. The motorcycle race behind him only dared to be far behind him, for fear of being blinded by the light.

Just as Ji Qianming breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly realized a serious problem.

So, where is Baota Mountain?

...

Chengyuan Heavy Industry.

A vibration sounded, and the warlock slowly stood up and answered the phone.

"What's up?"

"Young man? OK, I understand."

After a few cold words, he hung up the phone, holding his head as if thinking about something.

"What's wrong?" Huagui asked curiously when he saw the warlock remain silent.

"What happened to the thugs." The warlock's hoarse voice came, with a hint of confusion in his tone. "It is said that a young man broke into their gathering place and injured half of them. Now he is fighting again on the side of Baota Mountain."

The flower ghost laughed out loud, the branches trembled, and the surging waves made people feel rippling.

"A bunch of waste." Qing Liao said disdainfully, "More than two hundred people can't catch a boy, and they are so embarrassed to call a thug? Don't they have guns?"

The warlock glanced at him, as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.

"Use a gun? Things will completely deteriorate as soon as the gunshot sounds. Now at most, gangsters gather to fight, and as soon as the gunshot sounds, they will be attacked by terrorists!"

The warlock pondered for a while and continued, "Before the plan begins, you must not cause any trouble. Qingliao, go to Baota Mountain to catch the boy back, remember not to cause too much trouble."

Qing Liao looked ugly, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes. Let me deal with a young man, and I look down on me, right? When I reach the third level, I will definitely kill you with my own hands!

He clenched his fists, snorted coldly, and walked out the door.

"What are the characteristics of that boy?"

Suddenly, a low voice sounded from the other side of the conference table, and the puppet master leaned against the window, and the moonlight spread on the pale crying mask, which was extremely terrifying.

The warlock thought for a while and replied: "I heard that the young man had a golden light coming out of his left eye. He should also be a leaf-shaped abilities, but he is not clear about his specific ability."

"Why didn't you remind Qing Liao just now?" Hua Gui spoke with a smile.

The warlock's cold mask flashed and he said indifferently: "The newcomer's sharpness is too strong, it's not a good thing."

Golden light in the left eye? The puppet master suddenly thought of something, turned his head and looked out the window, and the corner of his mouth under the mask raised slightly.

Could it be him?

...

Ji Qianming is very upset.

The motorcycle has not had much fuel, but there are still a group of motorcycle racers following behind me. If I drag it like this, I will only be beaten up.

Fortunately, he remembered that when he was in the hotel, he looked down at Zhenjiang and seemed to have seen a mountain with a pagoda standing faintly on it.

It turns out that Ji Qianming is not good else, but his sense of direction is good. A mountain can be seen vaguely in front of him, with the outline of the pagoda outlined.

The motorcycle drove to the foot of the pagoda mountain, and Ji Qianming simply abandoned the motorcycle and ran to the top of the mountain.

More than 80 motorcycles followed closely, and a group of fierce and vicious men came down from above, carrying a variety of weapons.

"That boy is here!" A strong man carrying a hoe pointed at Ji Qianming's back and shouted.

"I still dare to run up the mountain, I really don't know how to live or die." The thin man playing with the butterfly knife sneered, "I'll rush for you. If I don't catch that turtle grandson today, no one can go back!"

Everyone responded, and a dark circle rushed up the mountain.

Ji Qianming shivered when he heard the deafening shouts behind him.

Boss, Boss, you really made me miserable. Ji Qianming was in tears.

This is a tug-of-war of physical fitness. Ji Qianming's physical fitness is not high, and the motorcycle race behind him is like he is injected with chicken blood. The gap between the two sides is rapidly narrowing.

Just when Ji Qianming was about to be desperate, the stone stairs finally came to an end.

I saw another dark figure standing at the entrance of a park. It was another group of motorcycles, and the number was twice as many as that behind Ji Qianming.

In front of this group of people, there was a handsome boy standing. A group of motorcycle lying around the boy, some of whom were helpless and some covered their stomachs, and howling sounds came one after another.
Chapter completed!