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The row of car lights was too dazzling, Han Jingmo narrowed his eyes subconsciously, and there seemed to be a layer of frost and snow between his brows, exuding a biting cold.

He did not step on the brakes, and even increased the speed, rushing straight into the row of motorcycles.

In the middle, the man sitting on the motorcycle saw this, and his pupils suddenly contracted. He actually crashed into him like this...

Crazy, Han Jingmo is definitely crazy!

However, he didn't believe that Han Jingmo dared to be so desperate, and his fingers holding the handlebars of the motorcycle tightened again and again, and he stayed in place as if he was staying there, with no intention of dodging at all.

The younger brothers around were so scared that their eyes widened, and they stammered, "Boss, that guy is not willing to die, should we give way?"

"Of course not!" The man in the middle lowered his voice and shouted viciously.

"But boss, if we hit him, someone will die!"

"Yes, it might explode, and then we will all die!"

"Boss, I'm still a virgin, I haven't given my first time yet, I don't want to be buried with Han Jingmo!"

"Shut up!" The man in the middle gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the front.

In just a few seconds, Han Jingmo was getting closer and closer to them, and he didn't slow down at all. He really wanted to hit them!

50 meters...

30 meters...

10 meters...

No one backed down. In another second, the two groups would collide.

The group of brothers were filled with fear, their heartbeats accelerated, their hands and feet became weak, and their throats were so dry that they couldn't even shout.

The man in the middle of the motorcycle stared at Han Jingmo who was getting closer and closer. His pupils shrank sharply, and cold sweat quickly swelled on his forehead, dripping down.

8 meters...

5 meters...

Finally, the man on the motorcycle couldn't sit still anymore, and opened his mouth and shouted, "Go!"

His throat actually split in an instant!

The other brothers had no time to respond to the order, and immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

But Han Jingmo was driving too fast. With a distance of only 5 meters, those people had no time to dodge. Several motorcycles were hit by Han Jingmo's speeding car and turned over.

The sound of bangs and collisions continued, mixed with the screams of "ouch" and people fell to the ground.

The scene was very chaotic.

The man in the middle of the motorcycle barely avoided the collision of Han Jingmo. He looked at the chaotic scene on his side and looked embarrassed and ugly. It was too embarrassing!

Han Jingmo, who rushed over, did not leave. He drifted beautifully, turned the front of the car, and drove towards the motorcycle crowd again.

Those little brothers didn't care to cry out in pain, their eyes widened: "Fuck! It's coming again!"

"It's hitting me again! Help me up quickly, run!"

"I really want to risk my life!"

...

The motorcycle man was both frightened and angry, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he wanted to bite Han Jingmo to pieces.

In the horrified eyes

of the crowd - the car stopped in front of them with a hissing sound. If it drove half a meter forward, it would hit...

The little brothers seemed to have escaped from death, and there was a sound of exhaling. It was too damn dangerous. Just half a meter, another half a meter, and the grass on their graves would grow vigorously! They can celebrate Qingming Festival next year!

In the car, Han Jingmo's slender fingers loosened the steering wheel, and he opened the door leisurely. His long legs stepped out of the car. His white shirt was neat and tidy, and his trousers were straight. He didn't look like someone who had just been in a car accident.

He casually glanced at the people in front of him, and his eyes were fixed directly on the man in the middle wearing a helmet. He said leisurely: "Sorry, the brakes are not working."

The man was so angry that he almost vomited blood!

How can you drift with a brake failure?

You obviously hit them on purpose!

Although the man's face could not be seen due to his helmet, Han Jingmo could roughly guess who it was from the scene. He sneered, "Sodashui, I don't have time to waste on you."

"Waste your life!" Sodashui was not surprised at all when his name was called out. He took off his helmet and stated his purpose directly, "Han Jingmo, I'll give you two choices. One, let me beat you to death. Two, break up with Lu Wanwan. Choose!"

After a pause, he said, "If you know what's good for you, just choose the second one!" After he

finished speaking, the group of younger brothers adjusted their status and stood behind Sodashui, looking ferocious to boost his momentum.

Han Jingmo raised his eyebrows, his eyelashes drooped slightly, he adjusted his shirt cuffs, and his thin lips curved into a doting arc: "Yes, I am not worthy of Lu Wanwan."

"You are self-aware!" Sodashui turned his head and shouted to the side: "Did you write down what I just said?"

"Yes, yes, I have already recorded it." A weak voice replied.

Han Jingmo looked over, and a row of black lines slid down his forehead. He even brought the reporter over. Did he just make it public yesterday, and today he issued a breakup statement?

Not far away, on the dark roadside, a black car was parked quietly. The man in the back seat saw this scene and rubbed his forehead helplessly.

Here, Han Jingmo adjusted his cufflinks, raised his eyes slightly, and there was a surge of anger in his eyes. His voice was cold and deep: "I am not worthy of her, but I choose the third one."

Soda Water was stunned. The third one? Where is the third option?

At the same time, Lu Wanwan was awakened by the noisy ringing of his mobile phone. He opened his eyes sleepily and answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Backstreet bar, come now."

On the other end of the phone, Lu Guanghan's voice was not clear in the noisy music.

Lu Wanwan was awakened and said unhappily: "No."

"Why don't you come and try." Lu Guanghan's words were full of threats, and he hung up the phone after speaking. Lu Wanwan

was so angry that she grabbed her hair. She checked the time and it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. She got up reluctantly, washed up, and left the bedroom without makeup, wearing sunglasses and a mask.

Strangely, it was so late, and Lu Haoze and Yao Ruosu had not returned yet. Lu Wanwan didn't think too much and went out directly and drove to the backstreet bar.

After parking the car, she walked inside according to the box number sent by Lu Guanghan.

However, she saw a familiar figure at the corner of the corridor on the third floor, Yan Shengkai...

What a coincidence.

The opportunity for revenge has come.

Lu Wanwan sneered, snapped her fingers, and walked towards Yan Shengkai.

But at this time, Yan Shengkai turned and entered a box.

Lu Wanwan quickly followed and wanted to kick the door, but found that the door of the box was ajar, and she heard ambiguous sounds and heavy breathing from inside...

What the hell?

Lu Wanwan was confused, her legs were raised, and they were frozen in the air, not knowing whether to kick down.

In the tangle, a sticky female voice came from inside: "Well... don't be so impatient..."

Damn, it's Yan Shengkai's voice!

Are you doing something inappropriate for children?

Lu Wanwan was sweating coldly, put down his legs, and stood outside the door. The tangle was broken, and he didn't know whether to go in or not.

After a few minutes, there were intermittent moans from inside: "Ah... Mr. Chen... You are so great... Can I act in your next new play..."

It turned out to be a sleeping companion...

Lu Wanwan took two steps back, and suddenly an idea came to him. If he called the reporters now, he could take a picture of Yan Shengkai and then expose it...

[Author's side note]: My dears, the master's book is about to end with some plot holes. If you have any questions or anything you want to know, you can post them in the comments. I will fill in all the plot holes and try to finish this book without any regrets.

Then I want to do a small survey. If the orange cat is also writing the next book on Tower Reading, what kind of subject do you want to see?