Here Lies The Wicked

"There's a crew coming to Zhou city to film recently."

"I happen to have a way of getting involved in a few group performances. How about that? Are you interested?"

"Two hundred a day for lunch."

"That's not the point. The point is to see my goddess, goddess Ye Qianqi!"

A Local Tyrant dong said obscenely over the phone.

Local Tyrant's full name was Lv Dong, Lv Bu's lu, east of sunrise. Local Tyrant had always proudly introduced himself to outsiders. He was Fang Zheng's closest colleague before he left.

As his name suggests, he had a solid family background. His father was the boss of medical equipment, his mother was a university professor, and his family had perfect genes.

Walking on the road after 10: 00 pm, the streets were already a little cold, and the cold darkness stretched the figure infinitely.

Fang Zheng said in surprise, "Isn't your goddess the new female principal who suddenly landed six months ago at your mother's university?"

"Of course they are all my goddesses, but Ye Qianqi was the first great goddess I knew." Local Tyrant was shameless and justified.

"Hehe," Fang Zheng gave A Local Tyrant two words, "Your skin thickness is also considered a flood in the mudslide."

"If you have time to care about me, you might as well care more about yourself. Ever since Fang Fang left..."

Beep, beep, beep.

Fang Zheng hung up.

A few seconds later... Local Tyrant called Fang Zheng again.

"Why are you hanging up on me again..."

Beep, there's only a busy tone left in the microphone.

After finishing the call, he made an appointment with Lv Dong. After he informed him, Fang Zheng did not return to his residence immediately, but waited for the internet bus by the side of the road alone.

During the day's training, Fang Zheng had already tasted the sweetness. He planned to go to the City people's hospital again to see if he could collect the mysterious grey air.

Just then, the headline sent a local story.

Last night, an auto repair worker at a luxury car brand 4s shop drove a ten-million-dollar luxury car that customers had placed in the 4s for maintenance on a mountain road. He lost control of the road at a sharp turn and crashed into the barrier, causing his car to fall off a cliff. Now the owner of the car has sued the 4s store and followed legal procedures to claim compensation.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Like the roar of a beast's roaring engine, it shattered the silence of the night and sped from the far streets.

A very domineering A Local Tyrant golden bull stopped beside Fang Zheng.

"Did you call for an internet taxi?" A yellow-haired young man in his early twenties in the driver's seat of the lamborghini said to Fang Zheng, who was waiting for an internet dating car by the roadside.

Fang Zheng looked at the lamborghini, one of the most powerful people in the world. He seemed to be in a daze and did not answer immediately.

"Are you going to the City people's hospital?"

The yellow-haired man confirmed to Fang Zheng, who was in a daze.

It was only then that Fang Zheng seemed to come to his senses and said in surprise, "It turns out that A Local Tyrant is so free that he can fish for girls."

"A Local Tyrant, is this your lamborghini?"

The yellow-haired man might have seen fang zheng, not the girl in the dress, and said coldly, "Yes."

"A Local Tyrant, what kind of lamborghini is this? I'm a two-legged country boy. I only know the car's logo is big bull." Fang Zheng was as fresh as most people who saw a supercar, spinning back and forth around the car.

"Don't touch it. You can't even afford to sell your house if you hurt the paint on your car." The yellow-haired man was getting impatient, perhaps because he didn't catch any young girls.

"Aventador, aventado."

Fang Zheng quickly searched his phone for a car model, "It costs more than 10 million yuan for a top match!"

"A Local Tyrant, is this your best match?"

"I heard that the value of a rearview mirror can be exchanged for a house down payment."

Fang Zheng couldn't help feeling surprised and excited. He reached out and carefully touched the rearview mirror.

As a result... Snap, snap!

Fang Zheng broke the rearview mirror of lamborghini's right ear.

The yellow-haired man froze.

He didn't seem to have expected such an unexpected scene, staring blankly at the rearview mirror in Fang Zheng's hand.

Fang Zheng held the rearview mirror innocently, "A Local Tyrant, are the supercar rearview mirrors as free as a toy car?"

If an ordinary person were to break the rearview mirror of a supercar, he would have been scared out of his wits by now.

Changing a house with a rearview mirror was not an exaggeration.

You break someone's rearview mirror and wait to sell the house for compensation. Then your wife and son change their surname to another man.

That's exactly why many people complain about the roads on luxury cars. If they scrape a bit of paint on them, they will lose hundreds of thousands of dollars, millions of dollars.

It was only in panic that Fang Zheng was about to face a huge compensation, but Fang Zheng squatted down, grabbed the tire with both hands and broke it off, and was violently forced to break off another tire.

Bang!

The lamborghini's weightless body tilted, its chassis slammed heavily on the concrete road, turning into a crippled supercar, and the tires were in Fang Zheng's hands.

This is no longer selling a house!

It's about losing half the car!

"It turns out like a toy car, it can be disassembled freely. Indeed, it is a high-end luxury car. This technology is cowhide." Fang Zheng exclaimed, completely unaware that he was tearing down millions of luxury cars.

The body was limping and the yellow-haired man in the driver's seat finally recovered from his daze and immediately flew into a rage.

"Are you looking for trouble on purpose?"

However, after speaking for a moment, the A Local Tyrant lamborghini in front of him was violently removed by Fang Zheng, a car door, a rear spoiler, an exhaust pipe, and a tire.

At this point, Fang Zhengzheng planned to remove the front hood.

The yellow-haired man who had been sitting in the car was furious, but he did not get out of the car. He would rather force down his anger than leave the car. At this moment, I don't know if it was the dim yellow effect of the street lights at night, which made the yellow-haired man in the driver's seat look gloomy and resentful.

"When the motor rings, parents raise it for nothing. When it's ready to go home for dinner, if it's not, the whole village will go to your house for dinner. The master is in the folk, in the underworld, in the morgue, in the video. Have you ever made a mistake?" Fang Zheng looked at the yellow-haired man in the car.

The yellow-haired man in the driver's seat suddenly looked flustered.

It wasn't Fang Zheng, who demolished the luxury car violently, but the owner himself.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The engine roared, making a loud, low roar like a wild beast, piercing through the silent night.

The yellow-haired man started the supercar.

But this time, it was different. A raging flame shot out of the engine and in an instant, ignited the entire body, turning it into a fiery evil spirit chariot.

The evil spirit chariot, the cousin of the Nicolas Cage soul chariot.

The yellow-haired man in the driver's seat also became a man covered in flames.

"Die!" The evil spirit rider gave a deep roar, touched the steering wheel, and planned to drive the evil spirit to kill Fang Zheng.

However!

Where's my steering wheel?

The evil spirit rider looked at the steering wheel in Fang Zheng's hand, dumbfounded.

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