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Chapter 564

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    The sixteen or seventeen-year-old silk shirt boy in the middle "boomboomboom" kicked the carriage three times in a row, and the side panels of the carriage were kicked off.

    "Damn it, broken carriage, I've only bought my sports car for less than a month, so I asked you to cut the ribbon."

    "Speak up? How can you pay for it!" Another man in black yelled at the coachman.

    The coachman looked at the posture of the three of them, but didn't dare to say a word.

    At this time, there were more and more people watching, and those who caught up behind began to ask in a hurry: "What's the matter, the carriage scraped the car?"

    "That's a sports car! It's more than a few million?"

    "Hey, the sports car has scratched a big hole, and the repair cost is hundreds of thousands!"

    "Why don't you accompany me in the carriage?" the boy in the silk shirt asked while grabbing the coachman's clothes.

    The two in black also grabbed the coachman and shouted: "You are dumb!"

    The coachman rolled his eyelids at this moment, and said softly with timidity: "It was your carriage that scratched my carriage! Am I still with you?"

    "Your carriage is not occupying the road, my carriage can scratch your carriage! Lose money! Be stubborn."

    "I, how can I accompany you!"

    "It doesn't matter if you don't lose money, fix the car for me." The boy in the silk shirt roared.

    "I can't afford it! Please spare me!" the coachman finished speaking in a begging tone, and looked at the three of them.

    Seeing how bullying the three of them were and how weak the coachman was, the talented man standing on the side gritted his teeth in anger, let go of the old girl's hand and rushed forward.

    The talented man said: "Old girl, let me go, I will go to theory theory with those three little bastards."

    The old lady said: "Brother talented, we are not familiar with the place here, so don't worry about it."

    The talented man looked at the old girl's pale face, and knew that the old girl was not in a good mood, so he gritted his teeth and endured the three boys who raped the honest coachman.

    "Do you repair the car? Do you repair the car?" The two dressed in black yelled while punching the coachman's chest with their fists.

    At this time, there were more and more people watching, and the boy in silk shirt was circling around beside the coachman, and he looked very angry.

    The onlookers understood what was going on, and said, "Hey! Oh my god! It's shameful for a sports car driver to bully a carriage driver!"

    "That's right, this is really bullying."

    "Hey! Who dares to touch these rich second generations now, that's okay!"

    "Who, damn it! You come out to fart." A man in black stared at the crowd and cursed.

    Immediately there was no sound in the crowd, and the wit clenched his fists, his belly bulging with anger.

    The old girl hugged him tightly, and he couldn't bear to let the old girl go to argue with those three boys.

    The talented man stroked the old lady's hair again, and said, "Don't be afraid, old lady, I just want to reason with them and not fight with them."

    However, when the old lady heard what the talented man said, the hand holding the talented man's waist tightened even more.

    At this time, there was only a sound of "Boom" and then a sound of "Oh my god", the coachman was kicked on the stomach by the boy in the silk shirt, and the coachman covered his stomach with his hands and fell to the ground, screaming "Oh, oh!"  with.  This action stunned the onlookers, and the crowd fell silent.

    After a while, there was a commotion among the onlookers, and someone shouted: "It's too bullying, call the police!"

    "Yes, call the police!"

    "Find the police to deal with them"

    Hearing these voices, "Hey, it hurts me to death!" The howling of the coachman lying on the ground became louder.

    The boy in the silk shirt, seeing how these people are attacking him, rolled his eyelids, waved his hands to the two men in black and said, "Go, damn it, it's unlucky! Let's go." The three walked towards the sports car  .

    The three of them returned to the sports car "chicly". The boy in the silk shirt touched the ditch from the rear door to the rear of the car and said, "Damn, what a bad luck!"

    Then he opened the front door and was about to get into the carriage, when a voice came from the direction of the carriage: "Leave after beating someone? How uneducated!" The voice was so loud and loud that it could almost be heard in the entire square. The boy in silk shirt listened  Hearing the sound, he stopped on the door and looked in the direction of the carriage.

    The talented man then shouted: "You three don't bully people like this, do you? Hit someone's car and beat them!"

    The boy in the silk shirt looked at the talented man, then waved to the two in black, and the three of them returned to the carriage aggressively.

    The three of them came to the talented man, "Brother, where did you come from? Spraying dung?" A man in black shouted at the talented man.

    ?, scratched his head, and said with a hint of embarrassment: "Uncle, I'm sorry, I offended you. Uncle, it's not that I have to make the driver of the carriage pay for it, but I'm afraid that my father will be blamed when he sees the car scratched like this when I go home.  so¡­¡­"

    When the talented man heard the boy's words, he let out a sigh of relief. He really didn't know how to deal with these three boys, after all, he was in this unfamiliar place.  The old lady was by his side again, and it was nothing to be beaten a few times. He was afraid that if they started fighting and frightened the old lady, the gain would outweigh the loss.  If he is just a rich second generation who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, then he will be easy to deal with, but if he is a rich second generation plus a scoundrel, he really doesn't know what to do.  It seems okay now, this kid should be the first type.  Thinking of this, the wit smiled secretly. Now that the boy in the silk shirt was soft, the wit hurriedly said, "What does your father do? I might know him, can you tell me?"

    The boy looked at the onlookers, then at the gifted scholar and said, "Uncle, don't ask any more. If you tell my dad about this, I'll be miserable. I won't be allowed to touch the car." (Remember  Website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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