"That's Xie Wendong's car, hurry up." (English) Long Feng recognized the car's style and license plate. Oh, his brothers dared not neglect and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The car accelerated with a rumbling sound, like a sharp arrow flying out.

The convoy following behind suddenly accelerated the cars ahead and increased the accelerator to keep up.

Thirty meters...twenty meters...twice...tw...

Xie Wendong's car is getting closer and closer to Longfeng's car, and Longfeng can even smell Xie Wendong's smell - a cunning smell in the wind.

The driver kept changing gears while driving, stepped on the accelerator, turned left and right, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. While they accelerated, the Roewe car in front was also accelerating.

Ten meters...twenty meters...thirty meters...

The cars of both sides were getting closer from time to time, and when the two cars were about to catch up, the distance between the cars would gradually increase. The cycle continued, and the pursuit on the highway lasted for more than 40 minutes. Unconsciously, the city street lights in Los Angeles appeared in front. In another twenty minutes, the convoy was about to enter Los Angeles. It was the territory of the Mihongmen, and it would be dangerous to chase after it.

Of course, Long Feng knew the danger, but he was really unwilling to give up such a big mouthful of fat in front of him. With a rumbling sound, accompanied by lightning, the strong wind mixed with heavy rain hit the car window, making a loud breeze.

Long Feng also knew that the most important thing about marching and fighting was the right time, place, and people. This heavy rain seemed like an envoy sent by God, who told him not to chase him again, as if he would pursue him again, it would be dangerous. After thinking about it, he felt that he had already gone deeper and he would probably have fallen into Xie Wendong's ambush. Thinking of this, he immediately ordered the driver to stop chasing and turn back the same way.

The driver was Long Feng's confidant, and he never thought of it and would not ask why. He first stepped on the brakes, then turned around and left the convoy. When the front car returned, the other cars braked one after another, and listened quietly to the boss's order. Long Feng asked the intermediate who was executing the order to call him, notified him that the action plan was cancelled, and everyone returned along the same route.

"What's wrong with Mr. Long? Why don't you chase him?" (English, omitted below) The intermediate club owner was eager to avenge his cousin of the wine nightclub. He clamped the phone and said excitedly: "Mr. Long, why should you retreat? We are about to chase Xie Wendong."

Long Feng was still reflecting deeply about the trap tonight. He didn't have time to talk to the intermediate leader in detail and said impatiently: "Don't worry, take your people back to the stronghold and talk about it later."

A car battle that was undecided was ruthlessly strangled in the cradle by a storm.

"Let's talk about it later." After hearing this, the intermediate leader felt as if he had a thorn. Although Long Feng was his leader, he was just a zg man in the final analysis, and it was hard to guarantee that he had no thorns. Americans were more happy than the zg man. If they could catch Xie Wendong this time, he would make great contributions. At that time, he would definitely become the senior leader and be on par with Long Feng.

He was unwilling to give up this opportunity to become successful and decided to disobey and take a chance. He agreed to Fenghua's words happily, and after hanging up the phone, he ordered one hundred people to follow Long Feng's convoy, and another nine hundred people continued to move forward, swearing to chase Xie Wendong to the death.

With the storm and dark night, Long Feng couldn't see clearly whether there was a complete convoy behind him. He naively thought that everyone followed him to safely retreat to the XA Pier stronghold.

The words were divided into two parts. The intermediate leader led more than 900 people to continue chasing Xie Wendong. They were fast, Xie Wendong was fast; they were slow, Xie Wendong was slow. The two sides maintained such a distance, and ten minutes passed. The intermediate leader sat in the car and looked at Xie Wendong who was "can't see what he couldn't eat" in front of him. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth, opened his eyes wide, and greeted Xie Wendong's ancestors in English for the eighteen generations. It seemed that he was

It seemed that he could not even touch the corner of his clothes.

Three minutes later, Xie Wendong, who had been in the lead, actually stopped the car.

"Cruff!" The four wheels of the car stopped rotating, and as soon as the door opened, Xie Wendong walked out of it. The intermediate leader said with a whisper, as if he had won the five million lottery, and pointed at Xie Wendong in front and shouted: "Hurry, hurry up, surround Xie Wendong, and don't let him run away."

The driver was ordered to jump the light and direct the rest of the vehicles to move. This simple but very effective method was to summon seven or eight cars to complete the encirclement in just ten seconds.

The intermediate leader of the Lanhe Gang grinned, his face full of joy. Xie Wendong, Xie Wendong, you also fell into my hands. Joy burst into his mind. He didn't even have time to think about why Xie Wendong stopped the car. He only knew that Xie Wendong had become a trapped beast and a turtle in his palm.

The light emitted by the headlights and street lights shone on Xie Wendong's cheek. Through the front windshield, dozens of people in the Lanhe Gang saw the smile on Xie Wendong's face. It was a smile that was eye-catching and could not be looked at directly. The intermediate leader sighed secretly, and for a moment, he was actually attracted by the smile on Xie Wendong's face.

He shook his head hard and then brought him back to reality. He held a knife in one hand and a gun in the other and got out of the car: "Mr. Xie, I have long been honored by Daming." (English)

When Xie Wendong saw this person, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He said in surprise: "Where is Long Feng?" (English) When Long Feng chased him, he had already seen it. So at this moment, he was more concerned about the whereabouts of the former.

"Mr. Long has returned to the stronghold. He asked me to invite Mr. Xie back. We have prepared a banquet for Mr. Xie. If Mr. Xie does not resist, I promise not to hurt your safety." The intermediate leader hated Xie Wendong so much that he said these polite words, just to make him give up resistance and surrender voluntarily.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Xie Wendong's face. This series of tricks was originally prepared for Long Feng. Unexpectedly, he didn't circle Long Feng in in the end, and only a reckless man was circled in. He touched the rain on his face and sighed.

The intermediate club leader asked strangely: "What does Mr. Xie sigh?" (English)

Xie Wendong asked without comment and said, "How many people have you brought to capture me?" (English, omitted below)

The intermediate club leader was stunned for a moment, and then said proudly: "There are more than 900 people. We have taken great pains to invite Mr. Xie to a meal."

More than 900 people?! Xie Wendong nodded. It would be nice to be able to defeat these more than 900 people.
Chapter completed!