Rebirth Group Favorite: The Big Brother's Beautiful Wife Is A Little Sweet

Behind.

Brother Qiang led a few people, worked hard, and finally caught up with the red locomotive in front of him.

"Damn! Wasn't that kid very arrogant just now, running so fast, what's wrong now?"

Pi Zi couldn't help cursing.

"Never mind him! Go after him and mess with him!"

Tiger said angrily.

Several people rode motorcycles and quickly caught up.

The man on the red locomotive did not notice their intentions, and galloped steadily in the middle of the road,

Brother Qiang behind him saw the right opportunity, suddenly accelerated, and rushed towards him!

The red locomotive was jolted, and when it was about to fall, the people on the car tightly controlled the front of the car, and turned the car back with a half-turn on the spot!

"Z-"

With a piercing sound of friction, the man managed to stabilize the locomotive and saved the day.

"Hehe, there are actually two brushes!"

Tiger whistled.

"Then try again like this!"

While talking, the tiger drove his own motorcycle and ran over the man menacingly!

His locomotive is relatively big, if it hits it directly, the man might fall apart including the man and the car.

Facing the tiger's impact, the man straightened up, tilted the front of the car sharply, and aimed a single wheel at the tiger's head!

"Depend on!"

The tiger turned the front of the car in a hurry and changed the direction!

If I bumped into it like that just now, my head would probably explode!

Seeing that the tiger gave up, the man put down the wheel and gave him a middle finger.

"damn it!"

The tiger was so angry that the veins on his forehead burst out.

The man leaned on the locomotive, glanced at the few people with disdain, turned the accelerator to the maximum, and prepared to leave the place of right and wrong.

boom!

The moment he was about to speed up, his rear wheel was suddenly hit by someone. When he turned his head, he found that Pizi was holding his own motorcycle, firmly against his wheel.

He was about to shake his tail to get rid of the leather, when his own front wheel was suddenly hit hard.

One after the other, they blocked his way.

Brother Qiang was sitting on the locomotive in front of him. Seeing that he couldn't move anymore, a fierce light flashed across his face.

He jumped off the locomotive, grabbed the man on the red locomotive, and dragged him down violently.

Taking advantage of the trend is a kick, which makes people grunt.

"Damn! Still dare to run?!"

Brother Qiang's kick was not light, the man fell to the ground, clutching his stomach and coughing twice.

"Hey, isn't it good at pretending? I thought it was so powerful, it's a rookie!"

Brother Qiang rolled up one of his sleeves, revealing his strong arm.

"Ah Wei, you were crippled by this powerless thing?" He took out a cigarette and lit it, "Go, take off his helmet and see which bastard it is!"

"I come!"

Awei jumped off the back seat of Tiger's motorcycle, walked up to the man, and kicked him.

"Dog! I can't kill you!"

Seeing the man curled up together, he finally felt a sense of joy in his heart. He knelt down and reached out to take off his helmet.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the man on the ground suddenly raised his head and bumped his head into his head.

Then he grabbed Awei's hanging arm and broke his life!

"what!!!"

Awei let out a scream like killing a pig.

"Oh shit!"

Brother Qiang cursed.

He spit out the smoke in his mouth, casually took out an iron rod more than one meter from the back of the locomotive, picked it up, walked towards the man on the ground, and slammed it down on his arm.

"Well……"

The man folded his arms, gritted his teeth, and let out a low moan.

"Dog thing! Dare to do it!?"

Awei clutched his arm, his ugly face was covered with anger.

He raised his foot and kicked the man on the ground violently.

The tiger walked over: "Okay, it's not fun to kill people all at once, get out of the way, I have to find out who this kid is today!"

As he said that, he reached out and was about to lift his helmet off.

But as soon as the hand reached out, it was suddenly opened.

"Do not touch me!"

The voice is clear and moist, and the timbre is very clean.

The tiger looked teasing: "How dare you speak?"

He narrowed his eyes, and then a nasty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Qiang, lend me a loan."

Brother Qiang handed over the iron rod in his hand.

The tiger spat into the palm of his hand, then held the iron rod with both hands, and compared the iron rod to the head of the man on the ground in a golfing posture.