Ji Qianming was stunned. Zhang Fan's figure suddenly appeared in his mind, and he spoke out of nowhere.
"Brother, let me make a bold guess. Is that young man very handsome, cold, and talkative?"
The three of them looked at him with shock on their faces.
The big man with flowery arms trembled all over: "Look! Let me just say it! This kid is definitely not simple!"
"What's your relationship with that boy?" the long-faced man asked cautiously.
"Oh, he's my boss." Ji Qianming saw everyone's expressions change when Wen Fan, not only puffed up his chest but said with great enthusiasm.
Hiss, the three of them took a breath and looked at each other.
I saw Huang Mao take out a walkie-talkie from his pocket as fast as lightning, and roared with all his strength in a Drake voice.
"We found that boy's accomplice, repeat! We found that boy's accomplice! We are opposite China Mobile on Guanqian Street, brothers, come here!"
"Received! We are chasing the boy near Baotashan Park. We will send a team there immediately. Reinforcements will arrive soon! Repeat! Reinforcements will arrive soon!"
Ji Qianming: "???"
His whole face twitched crazily, never expecting that things would develop into this situation.
The three of them looked at him warily, pulled out steel rods from somewhere, fingered the tiger, and fucked the golf ball, slowly forming a circle of encirclement.
This is a big deal! I'm not Zhang Fan, I can kill a bunch of people casually!
Ji Qianming gritted his teeth and realized that he had come to this point, just do it!
The three of them felt their eyes blurred as a mirror flew in front of them, hovering in the air and spinning slowly.
Before they could react, the mirror suddenly erupted with a dazzling golden light!
The three of them felt that their eyes were going to be blinded. They covered their eyes and bent down while howling.
"Ah! What is this!"
"My eyes!"
"Uuuuuuuuu, mom..."
A wooden stick appeared out of thin air in Ji Qianming's hand and hit the three people on the head.
After a random beating, the three of them fell to the ground, holding their heads and rolling around, especially the big man with flowery arms, whose tears and nose were all stuck on Ji Qianming's wooden stick.
Ji Qianming felt a chill as he looked at the wooden stick, and immediately dematerialized it. At this moment, he vaguely heard the sound of a large number of locomotive engines rushing towards this place.
He looked around and saw a dark group of motorcycle racers galloping towards them, holding all kinds of weapons in their hands and looking fierce.
Ji Qianming's hair suddenly stood on end, he hurriedly got on a motorcycle and sped towards Pagoda Mountain!
At this time, I still have to rely on my brave boss Zhang Fan! In Ji Qianming's heart, the image of Zhang Fan, whom he had only met once, was growing infinitely.
boom!
Ji Qianming tightened the handle of the motorcycle tighter and tighter. At this moment, his speed was no less than that of an ordinary car. However, the motorcycle racers behind him were still following closely, and there were even more and more people. Fortunately, this is a suburban area, otherwise the traffic police would have chased me away.
Damn it, why haven't I heard of so many motorcycle riders in Zhenjiang before? He cursed silently.
Suddenly, Ji Qianming's pupils shrank.
I saw several more motorcycles speeding from the side at the intersection ahead, about to intercept his car.
The leaf pattern on Ji Qianming's chest flickered slightly, and a mirror came out of his pocket, facing the direction of the intercepting locomotive, emitting a dazzling golden light.
"Ah ah ah, I can't see!"
"What the hell is this thing so bright!"
There was a burst of yelling, followed immediately by the harsh sound of brakes, and several motorcycles were seen overturning due to insufficient braking.
Ji Qianming's eyes lit up, and the other two mirrors in his pocket slowly rose up. The three mirrors surrounded Ji Qianming, creating a brilliant golden light!
"Sunglasses! Where are my sunglasses!"
"Mom, I see the sun!"
"Ahhhh, my eyes!"
Ji Qianming was like a sun in the dark night, streaking across the street like a shooting star. The motorcycle riders behind him only dared to stay far behind him, for fear of being blinded by the light.
Just when Ji Qianming breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly realized a serious problem.
So, where is Pagoda Mountain?
…
Chengyuan Heavy Industry.
There was a vibration, and the warlock slowly stood up and answered the phone.
"What's up?"
"Young man? Okay, I understand."
After replying a few words coldly, he hung up the phone and held his head as if thinking about something.
"What's wrong?" Hua Gui asked curiously when he saw that the warlock was silent.
"Something happened over there with the mob." came the warlock's hoarse voice, with a hint of doubt in his tone, "It is said that a young man broke into their gathering place and injured half of them. Now there is another one on the Pagoda Mountain side. The fight started."
Poof, the flower ghost laughed, the flower branches trembled, and the turbulent waves made people's hearts flutter.
"A bunch of trash." Qingli said disdainfully, "There are more than two hundred people who can't even catch a teenager, but they still have the nerve to call them thugs? Don't they have guns?"
The warlock glanced at him as if looking at a retard.
"Use a gun? As soon as the gunshot rang out, things completely deteriorated. Now it's just gangsters gathering to fight. As soon as the gunshot rang out, the terrorists attacked!"
The warlock pondered for a while and then continued: "Before the plan begins, there must be no extraneous matters. Qingli, go to Baota Mountain to capture the boy, and remember not to cause too much noise."
Qingliu looked ugly, with a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. Asking me to deal with a young man, you are all looking down on me, right? When I reach the third level, I will definitely kill you with my own hands!
He clenched his fists, snorted coldly, and strode towards the door.
"What are the characteristics of that boy?"
Suddenly, a deep voice sounded from the other side of the conference table, and the puppet master was seen leaning against the window, the moonlight shining on the pale mask with a crying face, which was extremely scary.
The warlock thought for a while and replied: "I heard that the young man had a golden light coming out of his left eye. He should also be a leaf pattern user, but the specific ability is not clear yet."
"Why didn't you remind Qingli just now?" Huagui said with a half-smile.
The cold light flashed on the warlock's cold mask, and he said indifferently: "The newcomer is too sharp, which is not a good thing."
The golden light in the left eye? The puppet master suddenly thought of something, turned his head, and looked out the window, the corners of his mouth under the mask raised slightly.
Could it be him?
…
Ji Qianming was in pain.
The motorcycle's fuel was running low, but there was still a dark group of motorcycle riders behind him. If he continued like this, he would only be beaten.
Fortunately, he remembered that when he was in the hotel, he looked down at Zhenjiang and seemed to have seen a mountain with a pagoda standing faintly on it.
Facts have proved that Ji Qianming is not good at other things, but he has a good sense of direction. A mountain can be faintly seen ahead, with the outline of the pagoda outlined on it.
The motorcycle arrived at the foot of Pagoda Mountain. Ji Qianming simply abandoned the motorcycle and ran towards the top of the mountain.
More than 80 motorcycles followed closely behind, and a group of fierce and strong men came down from the top, carrying all kinds of weapons in their hands.
"That kid is up!" A strong man carrying a hoe pointed at Ji Qianming's back and shouted.
"You dare to run up the mountain. You really don't know whether to live or die." The thin man wielding the butterfly knife sneered, "I'll take care of you all. If we don't catch that turtle grandson today, no one will be able to go back!"
Everyone responded, and a mass of darkness surged up the mountain.
Ji Qianming couldn't help but tremble when he heard the deafening shouts behind him.
Boss, boss, you really screwed me over. Ji Qianming wanted to cry but had no tears.
This is a tug-of-war of physical fitness. Ji Qianming's physical fitness is not very high, and the motorcycle racer behind him is like a chicken. The gap between the two sides is shrinking rapidly.
Just when Ji Qianming was about to despair, the stone staircase finally reached the end.
At the entrance of a park, another group of dark figures stood there. It was another group of motorcycle riders, and the number was nearly twice as large as the ones behind Ji Qianming.
In front of this group of people, stood a handsome young man. Surrounding the young man was a group of motorcycle riders. Some were helpless, some were covering their stomachs, and they were wailing one after another.
The young man stood under the moonlight, his left eye shining like a star, overlooking all living beings.