No one can afford the strongest system in the city

Sun Jiacheng looked at Ling Han seriously, reminding him carefully.

"Hanzi, the boss is right, you should act in a low-key manner in the future, and let a little girl pinch your feet for you, you won't spend 10,000+, right?
If it is seen by someone with a heart, it will bring you unnecessary trouble. "

Ling Han didn't take it seriously at all, he knew in his heart that his brothers were kind to him.

When they went back, Wang Mengqiang was driving the car.

Several people were listening to music, talking and laughing in the car.

As soon as the car started, a scream was heard outside.

Ling Han raised his head and looked out of the car, only to see a person lying in front of the car, this person's face and arms were covered with blood, and he looked very embarrassed.

After Ling Han saw it, a thought came to his mind.

"Pengci!"

"Pengci!"

The brothers almost spoke in unison and said it together.

"I'm going, this person is too unprofessional to touch porcelain. My car has just started, and the car didn't even move. How can I hit someone?"

"Brothers get out of the car, don't be afraid when you meet someone who touches porcelain."

Wang Mengqiang opened the door and got out of the car with a righteous face.

Lying on the ground was a fat man, who looked to be in his 50s, with dark skin, small eyes, and a wicked look.

"Oh, it's terrible, someone bumped into me, I'm going to die."

The man lay on the ground and began to pretend to cry out in pain.

Ling Han stepped forward and pulled him up from the ground.

Just when Ling Han's hand touched his body, the man began to shout at the top of his voice:

"Oh, oh, it hurts, it hurts, young man, are you trying to kill me?"

The man kept yelling in pain, but his facial expression was very fake, it was just pretending.

At this moment, six or seven people jumped out of nowhere.

These people were dressed in fancy clothes and looked to be in their early twenties.

One of them was a boy with yellow hair, Ling Han recognized him.

I saw him at the bar just now, this yellow-haired boy kept staring at Ling Han.

"Master, what's the matter with you?"

The yellow-haired boy stepped forward, looking worriedly at Uncle Pengci.

Uncle Pengci looked aggrieved.

"Oh, good-hearted people, come and help me quickly. I was bumped by these young people. They, they still want to beat people."

When Huang Mao heard this, he led the crowd forward and surrounded the car.

"You guys are too unreasonable. If you bump into an old man, you can just give him some money. If you hit someone, you won't move."

"That's right, your car will cost tens of millions, so just give the old man tens of thousands of dollars, and you'll get it."

"That's right, I think this old man's injury is not serious. You can see that his head is broken. If this matter becomes serious, it will not be good for anyone."

A few people, you say a word, I say a word, have been helping the old man Pengci to speak.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that they are in the same group.

The purpose of several people is to touch porcelain.

Seeing this, Ling Han couldn't help but chuckle.

The old man Pengci wiped the "blood" from his face, lay down on the ground and burst into tears.

"Oh, you said you, you hit me, it's fine if you don't help me, and you still laugh at me, I, I'm dead!"

As the old man Pengci said, he began to slam into the car desperately.

Seeing this, Lu Xiao and Wang Mengqiang immediately stepped forward to stop him.

"Uncle, uncle, don't do this, don't do this, we have something to discuss."

"Uncle, it's not good for you to be like this. If it hurts you, we won't be able to tell."

Uncle Pengci didn't change his face, and he didn't compromise at all.

"Hmph, I don't care. If you bump into me, you have to pay. If you don't pay, I'll bump my head and die here."

Uncle Pengci said, and started crashing the car again.