Chapter 49: Picking Up Girls
After getting off the car, these people did not look at Zhao Ziyang, but walked forward under the leadership of the leader, with quite aura.
The leader was about thirty years old, wearing casual clothes, with a faint smile on his face all the time, his hair was neatly combed, and his fair face looked elegant.
This is the leader of the Black Tiger Gang, named Lu Dilong, who founded the Black Tiger Gang. The gang was named Black Tiger Gang mainly because they wanted to achieve a situation where they were in a dominant position, and their appetite was definitely not small.
Seeing Lu Dilong's appearance, Zhao Ziyang shook his head slightly.
If measured by normal people, Lu Dilong is definitely a dragon among men. The magnanimity he displays is not something that ordinary people can possess. The fact that he was able to conquer Chinatown despite the suppression of the old gangs is enough to prove his outstanding personality charm.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the monthly extreme speed trip has begun again!" A young man with a Beatles look stood on a motorhome holding a microphone and shouted loudly. He waved his right hand and roared passionately: "Let's party, oh..."
As the opening ceremony-like words were spoken, heavy metal music sounded, and the men and women below shouted loudly, with excitement on their faces. They took off the masks they wore during the day, showing their excited side without any cover-up, and being their true selves.
The roar of engines started, and several sports cars slowly moved to the center of the road, heralding that a high-speed journey was about to begin.
"Speed is our life, speed is the driving force for our life. Today we have gathered the top drivers of the past and present, and they will write a new chapter for speed." The Beatles spoke to everyone enthusiastically, stretched out their hands to pull an extremely charming and sexy girl into the RV, patted the girl on the butt and said, "Today's champion will enjoy the favor of Audrey, the famous car model of the McLaren team. Warriors, are you ready? Hahahaha..."
As the voice spoke, the car model named Audrey twisted her body slightly, and her right hand stroked across her body, which was only covered with shorts and a vest, with a seductive and charming look on her face.
It is undeniable that she is a beauty. Her devilish figure alone is enough to make any man feel excited and hot.
This is just the first game, and the reward for the first champion is a stunningly beautiful woman. How can people not be excited?
"This beauty is mine, hahahaha..." A bearded man in a racing suit laughed ostentatiously and thrust his hips hard at Audrey, making a provocative and obscene gesture.
"NO! NO! NO!" The other young driver with blond hair shook his head and said to the bearded man, "I should be the one to spend the beautiful time with Audrey tonight. Michael, you are just a barbarian and you don't know how to be gentle with women."
"Hey, let's wait and see. You are bound to lose today. Hahaha..." The bearded man laughed without any concern and got into his car.
The competition is about to begin, the prizes have been displayed, and there are no more extra words.
Several charming girls in bikinis got into a sports car each. They all came to vent, and had to be selected before they could experience the feeling of extreme speed with the drivers.
In other words, even if these drivers don't win the championship, they won't be lonely, provided that they like the girls around them.
"Go around London and the first one back will be the champion!" The Beatles explained the rules simply and clearly, and indicated the countdown.
Four sports cars were parked side by side on the road. The sound of the engines and the smell of rubber from the tires rubbing against the ground greatly stimulated the sensory system of the crowd. They all screamed at the same time, looking forward to the start of the race.
There is a racing girl holding a sign standing in front of each sports car, which is not much different from the regular F1 formula cars, a combination of speed and beauty.
A staff member organizing the race stood in the middle of the field holding a red flag, waiting for the last second of the countdown to arrive.
"Last thirty seconds!" the Beatles shouted.
From the racing girl's standpoint, the friction between the tires of the four sports cars and the ground became more intense, and a puff of green smoke emerged, showing a huge momentum.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven... one!"
Following the shout, the staff holding the red flag fiercely threw it down. The moment the red flag was thrown down, four sports cars roared out like wild horses, the roar was deafening, and the whole venue was instantly boiling.
"oh!……"
"Ah! ... Come on Jones! ..."
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The extreme sense of speed made these people roar wildly as if they were injected with stimulants. They all had their own idols in their hearts, but the idols’ wins or losses were not that important. What was important was this feeling.
Zhao Ziyang, who was standing next to the car with Linghu, also felt an indescribable boiling feeling, and the hot blood in his body rushed out as the car left. Only then did he realize why racing was so attractive, not only because there were so many beauties around, but also because this environment would make people have an irresistible sense of impulse and a way to seek self in speed.
"Special forces soldier, you seem very excited?" Linghu winked at Zhao Ziyang mischievously, her hands still around his arms .
"Excited!" Zhao Ziyang nodded and said to Linghu: "Excitement, a game played by men."
"Wrong!" Linghu stretched out a finger and shook it and said to him: "Women play more crazily than men."
Yes, once a woman becomes obsessed with playing a man's game, I'm afraid all men will have to admit defeat, such as when it comes to power.
At this moment, Zhao Ziyang saw Angel chatting and laughing with a gentleman-like man, and the man even had his hand on Angel's shoulder.
Zhao Ziyang turned his eyes away when he saw this scene, but just as he turned his eyes, he broke free from Linghu's arm and strode forward.
"Angel, you seem to be in a good mood today." Zhao Ziyang smiled at Angel, extended his hand to the gentleman and said, "Hello, nice to meet you."
The gentleman was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhao Ziyang approaching rashly. He smiled casually, took his hand off Angel's shoulder and shook hands with Zhao Ziyang.
"Hello, nice to meet you too."
This is courtesy and necessary understanding.
Seeing Zhao Ziyang in front of her, Angel smiled and cleverly got away from the gentleman.
"We are all friends, you can chat for a while, I'm thirsty." After saying that, Angel walked to the side, leaving space for the two men.
"Haha, why don't we talk about something more useful, such as..." Zhao Ziyang pointed at Angel who was walking towards the fox spirit, and also pointed at the beautiful fox spirit.
The gentleman smiled, a smile that all men understand, and at Zhao Ziyang's invitation, he walked towards an empty space beside the road.
With a "bang ", Zhao Ziyang's fist hit the gentleman's face hard, knocking him unconscious.
"Damn it, you have no eyes when picking up girls!" Zhao Ziyang cursed harshly, straightened his clothes, and walked out with a smile on his face.
But when he came out, he saw Angel chatting up a man again, with a sweet smile on her face and a pair of gem-like eyes full of ecstasy. When she saw Zhao Ziyang coming over, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, a bit like a smile.
Zhao Ziyang, who had knocked down a blind guy, walked over, greeted the man again, then lured him to the side of the road and knocked him down with one punch.
When he came out, he found Angel laughing and joking with another man again, and she didn't mind letting the man put his arms around her soft waist.
This is not the most confusing thing. The most confusing thing is that the fox spirit also hooked up with a man.
Zhao Ziyang slapped his head hard, shuttling between Angel and the fox spirit, constantly luring these guys aside and knocking them out. As for those who were difficult to deal with, Zhao Ziyang did not hesitate to throw out the temptation of a threesome, anyway, one less to knock down.
Angel had never smiled so brightly at him before, and Zhao Ziyang felt a little jealous. If , a jealous man would definitely choose the simplest and most brutal way.
With a "bang", Zhao Ziyang knocked a tall and strong British man to the ground with another punch and threw him on the ground.
There were more than a dozen well-dressed gentlemen lying on the ground, Zhao Ziyang was sweating profusely. No one could stand the tossing and turning, but Angel and the fox seemed to be competing with each other, trying to flirt with men, and Zhao Ziyang was so angry that he wanted to curse.
"Angel, that's enough!" Zhao Ziyang wiped the sweat from his forehead, rubbed his nose and talked to Angel, "Can you stop making trouble?"
"Special Forces!" Angel stared at Zhao Ziyang and growled, "If you have nothing else to do, go pick up girls. Don't mind my private affairs. You have no right to stop me from falling in love with any man I like."
Zhao Ziyang, who had been frustrated, became angry. Just as he was about to hug Angel, he saw Angel striding forward and sticking to Lu Dilong, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang.
It was obvious that Angel was deliberately trying to make him angry, which immediately irritated him.
It is true that Zhao Ziyang has a good temper, but when he gets angry, he will definitely become an arrogant and domineering person.
"Get out!" Zhao Ziyang pulled Angel over and held her in his arms, then turned and walked away without even looking at Lu Dilong.
"Damn it, you're looking for death!" A burly man next to Lu Dilong cursed angrily.
With a loud bang, the sturdy man's body flew backwards suddenly. Zhao Ziyang turned around and kicked him more than ten meters away. He lay on the ground with blood spurting from his mouth.
The Black Tiger Gang members around him immediately reached into their arms for their weapons, ready to rush forward and kill Zhao Ziyang.
However, their actions were stopped by Lu Dilong.
"Brother, it's this guy." The victim with half of his face wrapped in gauze said to Lu Dilong, looking at Zhao Ziyang with deep malice and anger in his eyes.
Lu Dilong patted his brother's shoulder gently, indicating that he knew his limits.
He is not a fool. What happened in the afternoon and the kick Zhao Ziyang just gave him have made him realize that Zhao Ziyang is not an ordinary person.
It's not like a fierce dragon can't cross the river. You must not be impatient about such things.
