Chapter 41

Chapter 41
Until He Luo stuck his head out of the car window, Chen Lei wondered if he had identified the wrong car.

"Damn it, Brother Luo, run away!!??"

The silver E350L has a delicate and streamlined body, and a pair of geometric multi-beam headlights are like the sharp eyes of a beast, scanning the distance.

The soft roar of the engine at idling speed and the vibration and tremor of the exhaust pipe are like a low-pitched warning before hunting, or like a slow, hot snort, waiting for an opportunity.

The luxury-grade option is well maintained from the inside to the outside. He Luo feels that it is a completely wise decision for him to borrow this silver big Benz from Fang Yuan.

"Lei Zi, what are you doing in a daze, get in the car!"

After Chen Lei got into the car, he realized that there was another person sitting in the back seat of the car. He didn't know this person, but he was lucky enough to meet him once.

In Fang Yuan's ward, he rushed in huffing and puffing, asking about his condition.

Fang Yuan's driver.

Originally, when He Luo borrowed the car, Fang Yuan's only condition was that the car must be driven by his driver.

But he thinks that cars are the same as women. You can always see that they can quench your thirst, but they are not addictive. You have to drive them yourself.

The driver followed him all the way and confirmed that He Luo's driving skills were surprisingly good, and he knew all about the traffic rules, so he finally felt relieved.

He went home with the two-wheeled scooter in the trunk.

Today is a day off for him.

On the way, Chen Lei asked, what are we doing at this late hour?

He Luo said, smash the field.

"Smash the scene? Whose?"

"Yongping Street, Chunhua Shop, have you got all the people you called?"

"Don't worry, Brother Luo, everything is ready."

The Chunhua shop is located at the end of Yongping Street. From the outside, it is just an ordinary shop that sells alcohol, tobacco, candy, chewing gum and some kind of balloons made of natural rubber.

The shopkeeper is an old man in his sixtieth year, with a cloudy eye that has suffered from cataracts for many years. He sits on the counter every day, listening to the old-fashioned radio, and doesn't care about world affairs.

It is such a canteen, but it has become a lair of demons and a hiding place for the despicable.

Every day, countless unscrupulous teenagers with urine yellow and chicken shit green walk into this canteen, but they can't be seen.

According to what He Luo said, Chen Lei walked into the canteen, followed by the two younger brothers.

At a glance, I saw a small door at the rear of the third row of shelves from the left, and walked towards it without saying a word.

The old man who was sitting at the counter listening to the radio didn't look up. He caught a glimpse of Chen Lei with his only eye and reminded him aloud.

"Are you sure you want to go in? If I'm not mistaken, you don't seem to have dyed your hair."

Chen Lei didn't stop, because he knew a long time ago that dyeing a head of colorful hair is the ticket to enter the world behind this door.

But he is messing around, and those who mess up don't need tickets.

Chen Lei didn't make a statement, and the two little brothers behind him didn't even care about it, and followed behind with their hands in their pockets.

So he opened the door calmly, and walked through a passage about eight meters long. Through another iron gate, he heard the loud music coming from behind the door.

Disco.

Chen Lei could imagine that there must be countless afro heads and flared trousers in the room by this door. Under the light of the disco ball on the ceiling, they drank foreign wine with ice cubes and hugged with their younger sister who was having big golden waves.

In fact, Chen Dapao obviously overestimated them.

They have neither foreign wine nor big wave sisters, and the disco dance music is just a song that is just cut by a poor-quality speaker, and the next song will become a sweet love song that is popular on the Internet.

The interior of the room is very simple. Five people are crowded on a sofa. They are about the same age as Chen Lei, but the one with colorful hair is holding a game controller in his hand, and "FIFA20" is displayed on the LCD TV.

Every time they scored, they screamed, every time they were blocked, they regretted.

There is also an old-fashioned arcade game machine next to it. The two face each other, and they are playing War of the Three Kingdoms online.

This wave is Zhuge Liang and Zhao Yunzhi fighting against Diaochan.

In the lively atmosphere, there was only one person sitting in the corner, watching the night scene outside the window.

Holding a steaming grilled sausage roll in his hand, he seemed to have nothing to do with all the impetuousness, and was only immersed in his own world.

The deafening music covered the sound of Chen Lei's opening the door, as well as the sound of their footsteps.

Chen Lei watched from behind for a long time. This aunt's red-haired old boy, Zhuge Liang, was playing real dishes.

Blood dripped down, and Zhao Yun on the opposite side was so anxious that he couldn't move it.

"Damn, the blood pressure is up, here I come!"

Chen Lei couldn't help but snatch it

Auntie's red-haired boy was furious, he didn't know where he came from, and he was just about to yell.

I saw Chen Lei's left hand holding the joystick shaking violently like thunder, and then his right hand was like a bronze drum beating on the buttons of the arcade machine.

boom!bang bang!bang bang!
The rhythmic sound of the keys is like a melodious modern sonata, clean and tidy, healthy and lively. Aunt Red Boy seems to see Chopin alive or Pollini reborn.

Zhuge Liang in the picture is furious, holding the sword high in his hand, shouting to call for wind and rain.

The surging tide swept from the left side of the screen, carrying wind and rain, rushing to the right side.

Diao Chan never thought that Zhuge Liang, who is a commoner in thatched cottage, has more water than her.

With a cry of waves, she fell to the ground, and her graceful figure became unreal.

"Grass, Xiao Liang, you finally got the hang of it, awesome!" The guy next door with purple hair clenched his fists, excited.

Turning his head, he saw that it was no longer Xiaoliang who was manipulating Zhuge Liang lying opposite him, but a muscular man from nowhere.

So he wondered: "Who are you, buddy?"

Chen Lei stood up, twisted his neck, his voice was loud, overshadowing the song "Learning to Meow" on the stereo

"Who am I? The one who ruined the place!"

The two younger brothers behind him pulled out the baseball bats hidden in their clothes, their eyes were fierce, and the meaning was obvious.

Gay Zi and Aunt Hong were taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized that they slapped the table and stood up abruptly.

The group of people who were playing ps4 on the sofa next to them also stood up, their eyes instantly lost the casualness they had when they were playing games, and were replaced by disdain and provocation.

A pack of wolves waits for a tiger, it is hard to tell the winner

"Dude, messing things up? Just the three of you?" Chicken shit green stood up from the sofa, and it seemed that among these people, he had a little right to speak.

Chen Lei replied: "That's right, just the three of us, seven of you, that's enough."

Chicken feces green smirk, fingertips gently combing the airplane hair styled with hairspray

"It seems that the name of our Yongping Seven Heroes has been underestimated." Chicken shit green snapped his fingers

"Brothers, copy the guy!"

With an order, the cups were thrown as a sign, and the seven people respectively pulled out convenient weapons from their sides, the sides of their clothes, cuffs, inside their trousers, and under the sofa.

"Lao Qi, can you fucking hurry up?"

"Boss, help me! The baseball bat rolled into the sofa!"

Chicken feces green cursed inwardly, it was useless, and stretched under the sofa for a long time
"Grass, second child, you have long hands, come here."

It's hard to imagine that such seven people could collect a street's worth of protection fees. Chen Lei took out his earwax and casually flicked it away from his little finger.

"Don't look for it, I'll borrow it from you here"

After finishing speaking, he handed a baseball bat from behind and threw it in front of Chicken shit green
Chicken feces green is not angry but happy, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth

"Interesting, old seven, take it, let's do it!"

(End of this chapter)