When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 53 Hahaha, I'm Scared to Death. (Favorites please!)
Boss Liao was holding his breath in his heart. The reason was a bit complicated, and the story was long and stinky, but this did not prevent him from choosing to take his anger out on other people now.

He has a good temper. After all these years of hard work, those edges and corners have long been polished into smooth arcs, but no matter how good-tempered he is, there will always be a critical point of explosion.

to blame;
Just blame you for killing me.

Standing in the middle of the road in the middle of the night, even if you were really hit and killed, if you turn around and find a better lawyer, you can still pick it up cleanly, and you can even turn around and get some pocket money.

This is the power of capital!
If it were another universe, Boss Liao would be considered a person with little ability.

After all, the old driver was an old driver. After listening to Boss Liao's order, he stepped on the gas pedal again.

You must know that when most people encounter obstacles while driving, they generally have two subconscious reactions. One is to step on the brakes to stop; the other is to directly kill the direction to avoid it.

It's like the kind of people who know that someone in front of them still speeds up and hits them, either they are drunk driving and d-driving, or they use the accelerator as a brake in a panic;
After all, this kind of subjective intention to kill people really needs to have enough psychological quality to support it. Even if most people have this kind of opportunity, they can't 'grasp' it at all.

The purple man was still standing on the road, looking at the roaring black SUV without fear, like a Spanish bullfighter.

At the same time, a series of invisible but real hormones had spread around him like a dense fog. As long as the car stopped, the driver didn't even need to open the window.

These hormones hidden in the air will get in through the gaps by themselves, making everyone in the car their own 'slaves'.

However;
When the purple man has written the script in his heart, even adjusted the lighting, and is ready to start;

The vehicle that was used as an introduction and opened up the whole plot seemed to be out of control. When it was supposed to stop, instead of stopping, it even accelerated.

It's like a black bull, the bull's eyes are blood red, and he just wants to speed up, speed up and speed up!
'boom'

Finally, the purple man waited for his own plot.

The whole person turned into a kite with a broken string, flew up high, and then fell heavily again.

The crisp sound of a broken spine seems to have drawn a perfect end to this farce.

"squeak!!!"

The car braked, and the tires rubbed against the ground to produce a few scorched black marks.

Before hitting someone, the old driver was full of confidence;
But after bumping into someone, especially after seeing that person fly up, his heart seemed to fly together.

The car, it's all right, was modified after all, solidly like a city tank.

But the more solid the car is, the more miserable that person will be. After all, without the energy-absorbing zone of a traditional car, the force of the impact can only be transmitted to his body.

Boss Liao fastened his seat belt in advance. Now, he unbuckled his seat belt, stood up bent over and patted the old driver on the shoulder, "It's okay, don't worry about it."

Although the speed of the car was fast, it took less than half a minute from one end to this end. The person who was hit and flew without moving for such a long time, you can hardly tell that he didn't do it on purpose. Since he did it on purpose, let him be fulfilled.

"Boss." The old man in the top hat reminded, "Go down and have a look?"

The results of a hit-and-run and a hit-and-run are obviously different for the same event.

Boss Liao hesitated.

"The one behind is still some distance away, and besides, this place is not far from there."

The old man in the top hat pushed open the door directly.

There was just a gust of wind blowing outside, and the wind was mixed with the smell of filth and poverty.

Boss Liao sniffed it. He is no stranger to this smell, because he also got up from here in the first few years.

"Okay, let's go down and have a look, you call the police."

Boss Liao said to the old driver, and then led the two old men out of the car.

The purple man was still lying on the ground, in a very relaxed and free position.

Every inch of bone and muscle in the body should have been effortless, loose like a pool of mud, its left arm was bent behind the back, and its right leg was folded into three sections, like the work of a clay sculptor after drinking too much alcohol when making clay sculptures.

Boss Liao walked over. When facing this object that could barely be called a 'person', he didn't keep any vigilance. After all, according to common sense, it is impossible for this corpse to jump up and hit his knee.

"Tsk tsk tsk, can't you think about it?"

Boss Liao blinked, the blood seemed to be spilled all over the ground for free, making the victim's face difficult to see clearly.

The old man in the straw hat followed behind, his eyes were more on the back, that is, the road they came from, and he was paying attention to whether that person followed.

The old man in the top hat squatted down next to the 'corpse'. He didn't dislike being dirty or disgusted. He pulled the arm of the 'corpse' with his hand, looked carefully, and then frowned.

"Don't you need to call the police, just call the funeral home and burn it?"

There is no requirement for cremation in the beautiful country, and its cremation rate has always been maintained at about 20%. More people still prefer burials, flower burials, sea burials and all kinds of methods you can imagine.

Is it a free country, where you can 'do whatever you want' even while alive, let alone dead?

The old man in the top hat shook his head. He was about to say something when his expression changed suddenly. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the victim's face.

"Boss."

"how?"

The old man in the top hat pointed to the victim, "This person may not have been hit to death, but was frightened to death."

"Ok?"

Boss Liao felt baffled.

"look."

The old man in the top hat took a step back and gave up his seat to Boss Liao.

"Boss, come and take a look, this man's face is purple and frightening."

Boss Liao leaned over, pouted his buttocks and took a closer look, "Oh, hahahahaha, really, why is this man Zi?"

Words, not finished.

Because in Boss Liao's "joyful" teasing, that purple face seemed to feel the joy of Boss Liao, and he laughed "hahahaha" along with him.

"Purple shit!"

Boss Liao reacted very quickly. He kicked his feet back. He didn't care about his image or minor injuries at the moment. He rolled abruptly on the asphalt road and grabbed the old man in the top hat arm.

"Slip away!"

Regardless of what this purple-skinned monster is, just this vitality is enough to make them follow their hearts.

Just at this time, the old man in the straw hat, who had been paying attention to the back, also heard the movement behind him, and he turned around to answer a little strangely.

"Boss, have your eyesight improved recently, or has your heart become weaker? I haven't even seen the headlights here, and you're starting to slip?"

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Guys, do you think I'm asking for tickets again?
No, you are wrong.

Is there a black area?
(End of this chapter)