A puff.

The brother next to him laughed.

Because the four words written in the tips are "lost luck"!

A hint of sarcasm oozed out of Yang Baitong's eyes and said, "Hey, this master said I was lucky, but I was hit by a car when I went out. This is interesting!"

Everyone's eyes were shining, that's great!

This naked slap in the face.

They happened to have another reason to extort the fortune teller's money.

Liao Qihua in the distance was on the street opposite. He took a sip of cigarettes with anticipation, nodded to everyone, and signaled that he would drive a motorcycle now.

Yang Baitong glanced at the surroundings and found that there were more people in the milk tea shop opposite, except for the door of the fortune telling shop.

As a professional cart-strike party.

In addition to being super thick-skinned, you also have to have both acting skills and prepare corresponding props.

"Let's go, let's go to the entrance of the milk tea shop opposite and wait. There are many people there!"

In this way, everyone walked towards the milk tea shop.

Yang Baitong was queuing just now, so he didn't smoke. Now that he was addicted to smoking, he stood there and took a cigarette and lit it.

With a snap, he took a breath happily.

Then he walked towards the opposite side and said that at that time, his feet suddenly slipped.

He looked down and cursed in an instant: "Wood grass, what's the matter!"

Many people suddenly looked over.

A dramatic scene appeared.

Several brothers looked back and suddenly couldn't hold back their laughter.

Because Yang Baitong did step on the shit, and it splashed, all the shoes made.

He raised his head with disgust and was about to find a corner to clean up the damn thing, but he didn't expect the next second.

Suddenly a pot of potted plants fell from the sky!

With a bang!

It hit the middle of the road in a terrifying way, and it was less than three steps away from Yang Baitong.

At that moment, the whole street fell into a dead silence.

Silent...

Because it was so scary, it almost hit someone.

The potted plants have broken all over the ground, and are clay pots, hard enough to break a person's head.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

As the closest person to the flower pot, Yang Baitong was so scared that he almost lost his soul.

Passers-by also sighed: "Wow, this is so lucky!"

"Yes, I just happened to step on shit!"

"Or it would probably be smashed on the head."

"I don't know which one is missing, but it almost killed someone."

Yang Baitong gasped in big mouthfuls, and was shocked. He couldn't even care about the shit under his feet, and anxiously touched the paper given to him by the fortune teller in his pocket.

【Free luck】

These four words became shocking, making him unable to help but widen his eyes and swallow...

The brothers in the milk tea shop were also shocked. Look at me, let me see you.

This is simply terrible.

They looked at the smashed flowerpot and the shit under the feet of "Brother Cat".

Someone took a sip of water and murmured in a slight trembling voice: "Is this... this considered a waste of luck?"

"Think... let's do it!"

They were shocked and even stuttered.

At this time, everyone looked at the fortune telling shop, and suddenly there was a hint of fear and disbelief.

It's like hell.

Yang Baitong was still standing there, suddenly shook his head before coming to his senses. He walked to the flowerpot and stepped on the soil on it to clean up the shit on his feet.

"Brother Mao, then...will you still do it?" a brother asked nervously.

Yang Baitong couldn't help but curse: "Do it, fuck your sister!"

"Didn't you see what I'm in now?"

The brother choked his throat, looked at the fortune telling shop with a pale face, and signaled, "I mean, are we still that one?"

Yang Baitong was also in shock. He didn't even understand now whether this was a coincidence or what happened.

Is this shit lucky? What happened just now?

At this time, the thin and tall guy next to him said a little cowardly: "I think it's goodbye. I feel that this store is a bit weird. You see so many people coming to queue up, maybe this master is really capable."

"And no matter what, Brother Mao, you have really had a wave of luck just now. Even if we really cheat, it seems that we can't cheat!"

The more Yang Baitong thought about it, the more frightened he became. He said, "Yes, yes, it makes sense!"

He couldn't help but curse: "Cao, Liao Qihua is going to cheat us. He dares to mess with anyone, and something happens almost."

As soon as these words came out, the brothers immediately started to curse: "Yes, what's this thing."

"I don't know where this brain is. Look at the popularity of the store, how could there be so many people if I were a liar?"

Everyone immediately scolded Liao Qihua.

...

It's now in the distance.

Liao Qihua has already boarded a motorcycle. In order to avoid letting others see his face, he even put on a mask.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised. If he could do it this time, he would get 20,000 or 30,000 yuan.

Although the "big head" was taken away by those guys who were trying to deal with it.

But I didn't do much, so it was still very cost-effective.

But that fortune teller was in trouble, but it was nothing. Anyway, the other party also cheated back the money.

Thinking of this, he happily drove through the crowd on his motorcycle.

From a distance, I saw "Brother Cat" standing in the middle of the road waiting for him. He deliberately raised his eyebrows to the other party, and then rushed over with one plus the accelerator.

At this time, Yang Baitong saw that this guy was coming.

And he wanted to drive and hit himself, and his temper suddenly came up. He shouted, "Damn it, fuck him!"

in this way.

Liao Qihua drove the throttle with one plus and drove towards the other party. In order to avoid real injury, he was ready to brake in advance.

Besides, the other party is a master of striking clothes, so he should know how to protect his body.

Such an extremely thrilling scene appeared in everyone's sight.

The entire Changling West Street was stunned.

Just when the motorcycle was about to hit someone, the person who was hit suddenly braked and the person who was hit staggered a few steps back.

The motorcycle driver who hit the person was wearing a mask and panickedly wanted to escape, but was directly pulled by the person next to him and pulled off the motorcycle.

Yang Baitong was almost killed by the flower pot just now, and he didn't even get angry. Now he just happened to catch him and kick him wildly and stomp him wildly.

The brothers around him also grabbed Liao Qihua and punched and kicked him.

Passers-by pointed and said, "I deserve it!"

"Yes, I don't look at any place, I drive so fast."

"Fortunately, it wasn't a serious collision, so I should have avoided it!"

"The most annoying thing is these motorcycles that don't want to live. He just wants to live by himself, and he will also harm others."

Everyone scolded.

Yang Baitong also gritted his teeth and cursed: "Mom, kick him, kick him to death."
To be continued...