The car drove steadily on the highway.

Ou Junlang is the young master of Ouhe Group, and his every move has the temperament of a nouveau riche, but the amazing thing is that his driver drives very steadily.

He doesn't run red lights, nor does he run yellow lights, and he doesn't honk the horn just because someone cuts in.

The middle-aged driver looks as calm as his back.

Chen Feng felt a little tired after reciting six songs in a row today and playing drums. In addition, he couldn't think of any common topics for him and Ou Junlang, so he simply closed his eyes and rested in the car.

Ou Junlang didn't think he was rude at all, but thought it was natural.

In Ou Junlang's understanding, creation is a very brain-consuming thing.

He simply couldn't imagine how many brain cells would be burned to write six classics a day.

"Uncle Long, drive a little faster while trying to be as stable as possible."

Ou Junlang said in a low voice.

He thought Chen Feng fell asleep.

The driver named Uncle Long nodded, then gently stepped on the accelerator and kept the speed steadily at the speed limit of 80 on the main road in the city.

"Master, who is following behind?"

Uncle Long asked in a lower but calm voice.

"It's the troublemaker that the Zhou family's young master found. It's not a problem. When we get there, they will recognize me and understand my attitude. They won't dare to mess around."

In fact, this is why Ou Junlang insisted on sending Chen Feng home.

Uncle Long asked, "The Zhou family's young master is getting more and more ignorant of the rules. Should I report it to the boss to avoid unnecessary trouble?"

Ou Junlang shook his head, "Don't, my dad will be annoyed when he sees me now. If he knows that I am making trouble with Zhou Ah, he will probably deal with me first."

At this moment, accompanied by a loud noise, the body of the Maiteng suddenly shook violently.

Uncle Long held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and reminded loudly: "Young Master, sit tight! This guy is crazy!"

Ou Junlang grabbed the sides of the seat tightly with both hands, and reminded Chen Feng, "Master, don't sleep! I don't know where Zhou found this lunatic who dared to hit my car!"

Chen Feng, who had been dozing off from the beginning, didn't need his reminder, and had already grabbed the seat belt at lightning speed.

He had just fastened the seat belt, and the Toyota Land Cruiser hit him hard with a desperate and decisive posture.

This must be a veteran.

The Land Cruiser hit at a very clever angle, cutting in from the side and rear, and hitting the left rear door of the Mai Teng from the side.

This proves that the Land Cruiser driver is extremely experienced.

Generally, when a car with a high chassis collides with a car with a low chassis, the outcome is not simply determined by the weight of the car. Instead, the off-road car is more likely to be overturned by an ordinary three-box car. The

reason why this person crashed like this is that he can effectively avoid rollover.

Of course, this has advantages and disadvantages, that is, the Mai Teng did not completely lose its directional balance.

If the driver of the Mai Teng was an unfamiliar novice, he would lose his composure and slam on the brakes in this sudden crisis, which might cause the wheels to slip, leading to loss of control and rollover.

But it is obvious that Uncle Long is highly skilled and fearless in the face of danger.

After another violent vibration, Mai Teng was swaying, but still stable.

In the car, Ou Junlang just took out his mobile phone to call his father for help, but the shaking made him drop the phone.

He cursed, "What the hell!"

Then he stretched his neck and looked at the back seat worriedly.

Chen Feng is an ordinary person after all, he must be scared.

Unexpectedly, Chen Feng still sat still, and instead scolded Ou Junlang, "Don't move! Sit still!"

Ou Junlang was puzzled and pouted, sitting still obediently, puzzled.

How could his master be so calm? It shouldn't be like this.

How could he know that, although Chen Feng did not participate in the war a thousand years later, he had at least received quite brutal regular military training, and he performed quite well in the training.

This little scene could not scare him.

"Luckily this guy is not very good at hitting, if he hit the back of our car, I'm afraid it would not be stable."

After another collision, Ou Junlang saw that Uncle Long was still able to keep his balance, and he felt much more at ease, so he said so.

Uncle Long shouted loudly, "Young Master, don't be distracted! This guy is not simple!"

As soon as the voice fell, the Land Patrol rushed up again.

It turned out that Mai Teng had been hit to the rightmost lane without knowing it.

"Fuck! He's going to knock us off the curb!"

Uncle Long, who never swore, couldn't keep his composure.

Seeing the Land Cruiser rushing up again, Uncle Long slammed the brakes hard.

The car body spun 180 degrees on the spot.

However, the driver of the Land Cruiser was really a master, and he stepped on the brakes first!

Both cars spun at the same time!

The Land Cruiser swung its rear end sideways from the inside like a dragon swinging its tail. The

rear end of the Land Cruiser hit the rear end of the Mai Teng, forcing the Mai Teng off the road.

There was a slope about two meters high next to the road, with a steep slope.

Uncle Long couldn't control it even if he was possessed by the god of cars.

The car completely lost its balance, flipped over, rolled down the slope, and landed headfirst on the ground.

Fortunately, the car's structure was good, so it didn't completely deform and crush the three people inside.

The three people were thrown all over the place, but Chen Feng felt that they only suffered minor injuries at most.

"Are you all okay?"

Chen Feng supported the roof of the car with one hand and slowly unbuckled the seat belt with the other hand, and spoke first.

"Young Master, are you okay?"

Uncle Long, who was sitting in the front driver's seat, was not slow either. He moved his face slightly away from the airbag and asked.

Fatty Ou was overweight and his seat belt was about to break. With his face buried in the airbag, he had difficulty breathing.

He waved his hands around and said in a muffled voice, "It's okay, I won't die. Damn it, Zhou! I'm going to kill you! Fuck you!"

This time he was really furious.

"Let's go outside the car first to avoid fire and explosion."

Chen Feng and Uncle Long turned over almost at the same time.

The left rear door had been completely deformed by the collision and could not be opened. Chen Feng had to move to the right again to open that door.

At this moment, the driver's door was opened from the outside.

"Hey. You bastard, you have good driving skills. Why, you were still defeated by me? Want to fight with your grandpa? Practice for two more years. Do you know what I was known as in the underworld? The Overlord of the Second Ring Road, do you know?"

The owner of the voice sounded uncouth and seemed young.

Chen Feng turned his head and saw a grinning face coming down from the car door.

Under the dim light of the street lamps in the distance, the man laughed wantonly and wildly.

He ignored Uncle Long who remained calm and looked at the back seat again.

He was a little surprised to find that Chen Feng had escaped and turned around.

"Mr. Chen is quite capable. You didn't even faint after falling. That's amazing. I admire you. But I thought it would be better if you fainted. After all, I have to cut your tendons later, which will be very painful." Before

Chen Feng could say anything,

Ou Junlang, who was still upside down in the passenger seat, was furious and cursed.

"Fuck your grandpa's second-ring overlord! Don't you have the guts to see who I am! How many millions did Zhou give you, and you even dared to crash into my car!"