Fukang Driving School, a man with messy hair, wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt and a cigarette in his fingers was sitting in the white coach car, smoking a cigarette from time to time, and was smoking a fog next to him. There was a young woman sitting in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel awkwardly, looking very nervous. If you accidentally, the car trembled and panicked, the car rushed forward all of a sudden. Fortunately, the man next to him, who looked a little sloppy, stepped on the brakes and finally did not hit the big tree in front of him.

"Fortunately there is a tree in front of him. If it were a river, we both had to go down to swim today!" The man sarcastically mocked the performance of the young women around him. This was his unique style. In the driving school, he was famous for his sarcastic words. None of the students who had practiced driving under him were not scolded. Back then, when Zhao Xiaohan was practicing driving under him, he would have been trained for a few words from time to time. Yes, this person is no one else, but was instructor Xian when Zhao Xiaohan took the driving license. A man who was obviously not handsome at all, but was so narcissistic that he thought that there would never be any more handsome man in the world.

Hearing Coach Xian's sarcasm, the young woman smiled embarrassedly, continued to fire, started the car, and moved forward carefully. However, because Coach Xian was by her side, she was still a little nervous. After taking a few steps, she turned off the engine again. This time, after the car was turned off, Coach Xian threw away the cigarette butt in his hand in anger, glared at the woman fiercely, and said angrily: "You don't have to go to the exam this period. You practice so poorly, why don't you go home to sell sweet potatoes. If you don't know how to roast sweet potatoes, just learn to make pancakes and fruits. You can earn several thousand yuan a month. Why are you learning to drive?"

"I, I will work hard." The young woman's eyes turned red, and she almost cried by Coach Xian. It's a pity that when did Coach Xian be a man who cherishes her? Seeing that the woman's eyes turned red, she almost cried. He became even more anxious. He opened the car door and jumped down, stood outside the car, and said with his back to the woman in the car, "Don't cry, I'm most afraid of seeing women crying. You won't use it tomorrow. Let's go to the exam next time."

"Coach, I..." The woman wanted to say something. Coach Xian lit a cigarette silently and shouted the words "next". Next, another middle-aged man sat in the car. After getting out of the car, the young woman came to Coach Xian again. Just as she was about to say something, a young man in a black suit came over from the door of the driving school. As soon as she came over, she saw the woman crying, and suddenly became angry. She took a step and rushed towards the direction of the young woman: "Xiaorui, what's wrong with you? Is this bastard bullying you?"

While speaking, the young man looked at Coach Xian fiercely. Looking at the posture, as long as the girl named Xiaorui nodded, he would punch Coach Xian in the face. However, after hearing the young man's words, Xiaorui shook her head, bit her lip, and did not say anything. Seeing the girl crying, the young man couldn't help but get angry, turned his head and shouted at Coach Xian: "Aren't you a fucking coach? You are the boss at school, who do you think you are after leaving the school gate?"

Seeing the young man yelling at him, Coach Xian snorted coldly, gave him a look in anger, and snorted coldly, "You are your boss in school, except for your uncle in school."

"Cao. Do you dare to scold me? I fucking dislike you!" After the words came, the young man raised his hand and greeted Coach Xian's face. Looking at the young man's soft and weak fist, Coach Xian sneered, without any tension. When the slap was about to approach his cheek, he flashed his body, raised his right hand, raised his upwards, and opened the slap that the young man waved, and raised his elbow up. With a click, an elbow hit the young man's face: "Ha, I want to go wild, go to elementary school to bully elementary school, and go wild here, and it is really overestimated!"

After being attacked by Coach Xian, the people around him were stunned. No one expected that he, who was like a stinky tongue, would have such neat skills. He didn't expect that when he said he would do it, he would do it. When he was hit by Coach Xian's elbow, the young man's cheeks suddenly became swollen. He glanced at Coach Xian fiercely and smashed it with another fist. Although he was overestimated, many men had one problem in front of women, that is, they could bleed and they would never be embarrassed.

"Go again?" Seeing that the young man was about to take action again, Coach Xian snorted coldly, lifted his foot up and put it on the young man's lower abdomen. This kick was too unexpected and too fast, and the young man could not have time to react. Coach Xian's kick had already landed on his lower abdomen, and there was only a clang. Before people could react, the young man's body was flying straight out of far and far away like a kite with a broken string.

"No, not bad, have the courage of the past!" Suddenly, just as Coach Xian's footsteps landed, a burst of applause sounded beside him. When he heard the applause, Coach Xian subconsciously turned his head and saw a man wearing a black robe who could not see his face clearly, and he puffed his palms towards him.

"What are you doing?" Seeing the man in black robe, Coach Xian's face suddenly became very ugly. After hearing Coach Xian's words, the man in black robe smiled coldly: "Haha, I want to come to discuss a business with you for two million. I wonder if you are interested?"

"No interest." Coach Xian refused the man in black without thinking. He turned his head and glanced at the young man who was kicked to the ground by him, and said softly: "Remember to go out in the future and ask me for revenge, but don't act wildly in school, and don't affect other students."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the other students waiting for the car again and said, "You guys practice your car here first. I have something to do, and I will come back later." As he said that, he turned around and left. After he left, the man in the black robe behind him also slowly followed.

"Wow, Coach Xian is so handsome. He is willing to refuse even if he is two million. Judging from his usual appearance, I thought he was so poor that he couldn't afford shampoo." After Coach Xian left, a female student wearing gold and silver couldn't help but look at Venus. When she finished speaking, another man's voice sounded again: "What do you know? Coach Xian is called hiding it. What is a mere two million? As a successful man like me, even if it is three million, I won't take it seriously."

Hearing the man's voice, the woman in gold and silver gave him an angrily and said, "Tsk, don't brag, give me a million, I'll sleep with you tonight!"

"One hundred yuan, can it be done?" The man smiled and rubbed his hands, but when his voice just fell, the woman stepped on her toes: "Tsk, who do you think this girl is? One hundred yuan? Tsk, I still have to consider it if I have to think about it!"

In another place, in a remote corner of the driving school, Coach Xian had a cigarette mixed with his right hand and found a cool tree and sat down. He raised his head, looked at the man in black robe who came over and said coldly: "Death, I haven't seen you for a few years, why did you think of me?"

"Haha." When he heard the word "Death" and the man in black robe once again emitted a cold laugh from his throat. Then he slowly stepped forward a few steps and looked at the Xian coach in front of him coldly and said, "Ghost Hand, I really didn't expect that you would hide in such a remote place. Did that incident three years ago really cause such great harm to you?"

After hearing the words of Death, Coach Xian lowered his head, looked at the watch on his right wrist, and spoke with an extremely serious expression: "It's three years, thirty-five days, eighteen hours, forty-two minutes and thirty-eight seconds."

"So many years have passed, and you still like to be serious." The god of death chuckled and then said, "Are you planning to hide in this place for the rest of your life? With your strength, if you return to the world, you will definitely live a better life than you are now."

"I like quietness and want to live some ordinary days." Speaking of this, Coach Xian couldn't help but sigh, looked up at the sky, and seemed a little dazed: "Tell me, what is the purpose of you coming to me this time? I don't believe you will give me a business of two million for no reason. In China, there are people who you can't solve by death?"

"Yes." The God of Death nodded: "In China, there are really people I can't solve."

"How is that possible?" When he heard this sentence, a surprised expression flashed in Coach Xian's eyes: "More than three years have passed, and you can't make any progress without any progress. To deal with some ordinary people, even if you were three years ago, you can easily solve it. How could you use me to help you?"

"This time, I met a difficult opponent. His strength is very strong, and I am not his opponent." The God of Death was honest and said very calmly that his skills were not as good as others. However, his words caused a stir in Coach Xian's heart. He could no longer know the strength of the God of Death. What kind of person would that be someone who could not even Death deal with?
Chapter completed!