You are the black one!

"Ouch!"

Unlucky An was dragged out of the building, and then dragged into the car... Uh, it wasn't a small bun or a broken truck with a black plate, but a black light... a BMW!

They drive BMWs, but they are all business elites. A person with five people and six people in suits and leather shoes combs their hair meticulously. He doesn't look like a big hooligan who grabs his hair and drags him to the car... Uh, although he looks handsome and dresses handsomely, but Does he know the English letters of the BMW logo just like him? !

Bah, that is, the master who drives a second-hand Volkswagen Santana.

An Ya glanced at the shiny black front of the car, stretched out a black middle finger, and snorted, "Upstart."

...Sure enough, he has the spirit of not being afraid of death.

The sinister man finally broke his rational nerves, grabbed An Ya and punched him, beating An Ya until he cried and told his mother to fuck off, "Wow...you old rascal...the rascal hit someone..."

Anya always does things that add fuel to the flames.

The man poured all his rising anger into the fiery Pegasus Meteor Fist.

Anya quickly ran towards the glorious image of the pig's head.

The man leaned the blue-nosed and swollen An Ya against the car body, his eagle-like eyes fixed on him, with a half-smile, "An Ya, An Ya, who gave you the name?"

An Ya regarded death as home, "I don't know!"

We were born as orphans, and neither our parents nor our parents knew each other. Who knows who came up with this name.

Anya, it sounded like 'Oh' at first glance.

The man put a smoky makeup on Anya with a fist, "Oh, I even changed my surname, I really forgot my origin."

Anya grinned in pain, "Who the hell changed his surname! My surname has been Andu for 24 years! You must be crippled, you have recognized the wrong person! Let go!"

The man sneered, pinched An Ya's chin and lifted him up, "An Ya, okay, let's treat you as An Ya, put the old ones first, let's talk about the new ones?"

Anya shook his head and struggled, "I'm a good young man who is loyal to the country. How can I have anything to do with a ruffian like you? Let go, or I'll call someone. The security guards in the community are not vegetarians to tell you!"

The man smiled sinisterly, "Rogue? Haha, then I'm sorry if I don't do something hooligan?"

This is extremely scary.

An Ya opened his slender eyes wide, and said in horror, "You...what are you going to do!"

The chicken skin on his body began to stand up, ready to land.

The man slowly moved forward and leaned his body forward.

The tips of their noses were almost touching, and An Ya's heart was beating wildly. What is he doing so close.

The other party's smell entered the nostrils, faintly lingering in the cold air.

Yin Lu's eyes exuded a death-like charm, and the atmosphere was not ambiguous, but it made people flustered.

For a moment, Anya even thought it was affectionate.

"You...what are you doing!"

An Ya couldn't bear the suffocating gaze, "Stay away from me!"

The man smiled wickedly, "You rascal."

Note that this hooligan is a verb, not a noun or an adjective, it is indeed an action.

Damn!The old hooligan is playing hooligans!

...Uh, how can you play a hooligan, you can't even kiss me? !

...disgusting.

An Ya struggled hard but couldn't break free. The fierce struggle made her breathing deeper, and there was a faint smell of tobacco mixed with cologne, very masculine but gentle.

But those captivating eyes were filled with extreme resentment, bursting out with bloodthirsty evil.

An Ya leaned her neck back hard, closed her eyes nervously, come on, let the storm come more violently, I will beat you into a pig's head anyway, if you can kiss a big pig's head, I will I gave up my life to accompany the hooligans!

There was no movement for a long time.

An Ya opened half of his eyes, huh?

The man suddenly grabbed An Ya's neck, exerting force viciously, and the gentle man spoke like a hooligan, "I can't wait, do you remember how I fucked you? You're so hungry, how have you been these few years? Did you find someone else, huh? Bitch!"

As soon as An Ya heard it, his head became hot, as if he had been poured with hot oil, "Fuck you! You've got the wrong person!"

The man held down An Ya who was struggling desperately, "I still misunderstood you!"

Without saying a word, he lifted his knee.

It has to be said that the postures of the two of them at this moment are very... ambiguous.

The man pushed An Ya against the car, and An Ya's legs were slightly separated to balance his body because of his hard struggle, but this gave the man an opportunity, one leg was squeezed between An Ya's two legs between.

One more thing, the two are very tight together.

That is to say, when the man's leg was lifted, his hard knee hit the soft organ between An Ya's legs.

"what……"

An Ya screamed and bowed down, the blood on his face faded away.

Sure enough, he was a hooligan among hooligans. When he hit someone, he didn't slap him in the face, and when he kicked him, he didn't kick him underneath.

Damn, who messed with this Lord Hades!

Those who dare to offend this master have either practiced the golden bell shield or the seventh level of the iron cloth shirt, otherwise who will live!

Anya only trembled in pain, sweating all over his head, and completely lost the ability to resist.

The man grabbed An Ya's hair and threw him into the BMW car. He got on the car and started the car and stepped on the accelerator. The huge momentum caused the unlucky An Ya to fall off the seat with a thud, "Ah... my head..."

The BMW was moving forward rapidly, An Ya lay under the seat and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, damn it, with such a ruthless attack, he must have dug his family's grave in his previous life.

Hey, that's not right, that local ruffian kept saying that he changed his name with a look of deep hatred, but he had never seen this person before, and he had never used another name. Could it be... really he admitted the wrong person?

The more An Ya thought about it, the more he felt that he had become a very miserable scapegoat. He wished he could just jump out of the car and run away, but when he looked up, he saw the beautiful spring scenery of mountains and fields speeding past outside the window!

Oh my god, we're all in the suburbs, so why don't we kill people and throw their bodies into the wilderness?

Cold sweat dripped down.

The winding mountain road was winding, and the car drove like a helicopter. An Ya bumped his head and lower back, bumping and bumping non-stop.

The God of Plague who was driving in front just kept stepping on the gas pedal, he probably forgot where the brakes were, why, there is no time to kill?

An Ya quietly touched the car door, holding a glimmer of hope, he pulled the door handle hard, and it was locked.

"If you want to die, just stay there."

The man's gloomy voice came from ahead, with a threatening tone.

Anya fell down dejectedly.

The climb up the mountain didn't stop, An Ya began to think about the escape plan again.

With this kind of pervert who likes to punch people in the face and kick the scum below, if you don't die, you have to die half your life, can't you afford to hide?

If you attack him from behind while he's driving...

An Ya touched his trouser pocket and found a hard object, he was overjoyed.

Get up carefully, take that thing and smash it hard at the back of the man's head!

"what……"

Anya screamed, his face contorted from the pain.

The man was holding the steering wheel with one hand and slammed in the direction, while the other hand firmly grasped An Ya's sneak attacking claw, and when he pinched it hard, An Ya's terrifying screams became even more powerful.

The murder weapon in the hands of idiot An... The mobile phone was decisively dropped under the car seat, and he couldn't get it out.

"Ah...it's broken...it's broken..."

The man smiled coldly, "Sneak attack, you have learned a lot of tricks in the past few years!"

Anya couldn't bear it anymore, and yelled, "Fuck you! I'm not the person you're looking for, open your dog eyes and see, I'm your uncle Anya, not that bitch!"

The man's expression turned cold, and then he pulled him forcefully from the back to the front with all his strength. An Ya yelled and lay sideways in the space between the front and rear seats, feeling a sharp pain as if his arm had been twisted. .

"Wow...you let go...my hand is broken..."

The man turned a corner quickly again, "It's better to break it, it's better to break the leg together."

An Ya didn't dare to speak anymore, he gritted his teeth and panted heavily.

Seeing that An Ya was finally obedient, the man let go of his grip.

At this moment, Anya bounced up violently, and jumped at the man who was driving!

Damn, you won't let me live, let's play car accident together!

But Anya's speed was obviously much slower than a cheetah's swift attack. In the blink of an eye, the man's powerful palm had already restrained him, and he grabbed his neck tightly and pressed against the windshield in front of him.

"It's too long to live, okay, I will fulfill you."

The man pressed the control button, the car lock was released, he opened the door next to the co-pilot, and the strong wind immediately rushed in, making An Ya unable to open his eyes.

This speed is eighty if not one hundred, throwing it down is no joke.

Before An Ya could speak, the man's leather shoes had already stretched out, and kicked An Ya on his back, half of his body was hanging outside the car. It hurts so much.

Climbing into the car in a hurry, An Ya covered his beating heart and looked at the perverted man with frosty eyes, and didn't dare to move anymore.

An Ya had never hated her face so much as at this moment.