The Villain Has Blackened Again

Nan Xun let out a cry, but before the little chubby hand grabbed his waist, Gong Chen suddenly drove the locomotive and rushed out.

Because of his inertia, Fatty Xun suddenly threw his upper body backward, and she quickly hugged Gong Chen's waist.

The man driving, no, is a teenager. Because of the driving posture, the body is stretched, and the muscles between the waist and abdomen are firm and firm, and a simple touch can make Nan Xun truly feel the power contained in those muscles.

Gong Chen suddenly said, Little Fatty, you are overweight. They will catch up very soon at this speed.

Nan Xun snorted: As a high school student who is less than seventeen years old, my weight is indeed overweight, but uncle, why don't you just pretend that you are an adult man sitting in the back seat? An adult with 160 pounds Man, is there a special standard weight?

Gong Chen was silent, as if he had nothing to say.

Nan Xun said it himself, By the way, uncle, am I calling you uncle? Or should I call you eldest brother? You see that you smoke and drink, you are definitely at the level of uncle, and the expression on your smoking just now is very vicissitudes. Uncle, are you forty? But uncle, don't be sad, man is forty-one flowers, you are still very young.

Gong Chen said in a cool voice, Little Fatty, believe it or not I will throw you out of the car?

His voice was just cold but not as cold as before, Nan Xun laughed, Uncle, if I was thrown out while you were driving around, you said that I would do centrifugal exercise like a ball. Is it? People always say I'm as fat as a ball.

Then do you want to try it, little fat man?

No, uncle, don't throw me out.

The two just chatted for a few words, and there was a humming sound of a locomotive starting behind them.

As soon as I heard the sound, I knew there were many cars.

Nan Xun looked back.

This is incredible. Seven or eight locomotives are chasing them. These people are wearing rivet leather jackets and leather pants, gold necklaces, and some have a row of silver earrings on their ears. The number one in the world who obeys me will prosper and those who oppose me will perish.” There are people sitting in the back seat of the locomotive, each of them holding an iron rod in their hands, and hitting it with such a rod is sure to make people’s heads bloom.

Nan Xun immediately burst into a foul language: Damn, there are so many people, uncle! Everyone has an iron rod in their hands, which is completely different from the gangsters outside the school before, a dozen or so against us two, we eat Big loss! Hurry up, uncle, hurry up and escape!

Gong Chen's chest trembled slightly, and he let out a deep laugh.

Obviously, Fatty Xun's reaction pleased him.

Little fat man, people like you can speak swear words? Go and dye your hair and you can be a little sister.

Also, little fat man, you are wrong, not a dozen to two, but a dozen to one, plus a burden.

Nanxun: ...

Uncle, I have learned Taekwondo, I can fight, not your burden. Nan Xun strongly emphasized his own value.

Oh? Can you catch the opponent's stick with your bare hands? Gong Chen asked.

Under such a tense state, Nan Xun could actually hear a rather leisurely ridicule in his tone.

I really can't handle it now, I haven't practiced my upper arm strength, but given time, I will definitely be able to!

Little Fatty, danger won't come until you're ready. Hurry up!

As soon as Nan Xun heard this, she knew that the other party was going to make a big move. She quickly tightened her arms and pressed against the other party's back.

Almost as soon as she tightened her arms, Gong Chen twisted the handlebars of the motorbike, made a sharp turn, and slid an arc on the road. The intense friction between the tires and the ground made a harsh screeching sound.

The pair of locomotives behind did not expect each other to stop suddenly, and several cars rushed over.

Gong Chen made a big circle and went behind the enemy. With a bang, he slammed into the last locomotive. The locomotive immediately fell to the ground. a few.

Gong Chen struck while the iron was hot, and drove his locomotive into a nearby locomotive.

Fuck you! The man behind the locomotive was almost knocked out, and when he regained his seat, he smashed Gong Chen's head with a stick.

With a move of Gong Chen's hand, another handsome flanker appeared, causing him to stagger the opponent's stick and ensure that the fat man behind him would not be hurt. Then he bumped into it again, and at the same time slammed the man's facade with a punch, and took the iron rod from his hand.

Paralyze, a bunch of trash, hurry up and flank me! The locomotive leader shouted and commanded.

The locomotive in front quickly turned and returned, and the rest of the locomotives also cooperated to approach Gong Chen.

Gong Chen didn't give them a chance to outflank. He already had an iron rod in his hand. He drove the locomotive and grazed through the gap between the two locomotives. The stick fell to the ground with a thud, making a crisp metallic rolling sound on a lonely road at night.

Uncle, give me the stick, it's too dangerous for you to hit someone while driving like this! Nan Xun said immediately.

You? Gong Chen's voice rose slightly, obviously he didn't believe it. Not only did he not believe it, but there was a hint of humor in this you.

This little fat man thought the fight was a joke? An inattentive arm can be disabled. As a burden, if this little fat man could sit firmly and not fall off, it was a big help for him.

Fatty Xun, who was underestimated, was not discouraged. During another wave of Gong Chen's attack, she stared at the iron rod in one person's hand, and when she was about to brush past that person, Nan Xun grabbed the iron stick in that person's hand. iron rod.

Next, the two double-sticks merged.

Gong Chen hit the man's arm, Nan Xun also hit the man's arm, Gong Chen cleaned up the man behind the stick, she was more direct, looking for an opportunity to hit the driver's wrist and arm.

Arms are disabled, and the locomotive can't be driven.

Seven or eight locomotives fell one by one, and a dozen people watched the locomotive drive away, only arrogantly leaving their backs for them. The fat man in the back seat even turned his head and looked at it provocatively. They glance.

Nan Xun was not provocative, she just glanced at it to make sure that these people hadn't followed.

Paralyzed, check it out for Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu must avenge today! The head of the locomotive hugged his injured arm, took a breath of the motorcycle exhaust, and spat angrily on the ground.

After driving too far, Gong Chen directly threw the iron rod in his hand to the side of the road. The iron rod rolled around on the ground for a few times, but he didn't know what corner it rolled and stopped moving.

Nan Xun looked at the scolding gangster in the distance, and felt that everyone seemed to be a static background wall, and she, Gong Chen and the locomotive were the only flowing scenery in the painting.

The two mad locomotives were passing by on the avenue. Nan Xun suddenly screamed excitedly a few times, and asked loudly, Uncle, was I bad just now?

Gong Chen hummed, Yes, he's a nimble little fat man.