She felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief, remembering that there seemed to be a tube of aloe vera gel she bought from Korea in her bag.
It was something she would occasionally use when she had one or two pimples on her forehead. Aloe vera gel had the effect of removing scars. And this one worked very well, so she kept it in her bag for ready use.
Unexpected needs.
She hurriedly opened the bag and rummaged through it in a panic.
She had no time to care about what was going on inside or outside the car.
She extremely regretted finding someone as rough as Huang Mao to drive, and also a little regretted going to such lengths to punish Bai Qianqiu.
At this moment, she just hopes that there will be no scars on her face. Otherwise, the gain will outweigh the loss.
And Huang Mao and Hong Mao were talking arrogantly in front of the Rolls-Royce, as if they were the leaders of the underworld.
Hongmao said: "Damn, I'm so angry! If you dare to hit someone, why don't you dare to get out of the car?"
Huang Mao said: "If you hit me, I will never let you go unless I pay you a good price!"
In fact, they just saw this car as if it belonged to a wealthy owner, and planned to seize it and extort a sum of money from it.
In the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, a young man in a suit and leather shoes was leaning against himself, closing his eyes and concentrating.
Even sitting down, you can still see that he is tall and big.
It was vaguely visible that his face was hard and handsome, his nose was high and his eyebrows were sharp, but his eyes were always closed.
Hearing the noisy shouting and cursing outside, his long eyelashes twitched slightly.
He didn't open his eyes, but said lightly: "Zhi Mo, he is not his person, go down and clean up."
He looked indifferent, as if whatever happened around him was nothing to him.
He has a kind of calmness about him that is indifferent even if the sky falls and the earth falls before his eyes.
"Yes, young master." The man in the passenger seat was about the same age as him. When he heard his order, he had already put away the pistol he had taken out at the moment of the car accident, opened the door, and got out.
Bai Qianqiu desperately tried to straighten up, but her neck hurt like a cramp.
She didn't dare to move rashly, as if she moved slightly violently, her neck would snap with a snap.
Gu Qingli was still rummaging anxiously for the scar-removing medicine in her bag.
Huang Mao and Hong Mao looked at the man in his twenties who got out of the Rolls-Royce, and their eyes widened for a moment.
This man looked very talented, and he was dressed in a neat black suit, which made his body straight and strong.
He strode forward with steady and vigorous steps, his starry eyes slightly gleaming, and asked the two of them: "Who can drive?"
"Me!" Huang Mao saw that this man's suit was straight and he looked like a pretty guy sitting in an office.
I thought that the person in front of me must not be good at fighting with others, let alone driving a luxury car.
With a sideways glance, he became arrogant: "Boy, you hit my car, please pay for it immediately! I'm still waiting to deal with it..."
Before Huang Mao yelled out the word "thing", a dark shadow approached him and punched and hooked him on the shoulder. He didn't even understand what was going on before he was beaten to the ground by the man in a suit.
!
Huang Mao wailed: "Ah! My arm!!! My arm!!!"
Shi Mo still stood tall and elegant, with no wrinkles in his suit and shiny leather shoes. It seemed as if the action just now was not made by him.
His thick eyebrows were raised slightly, and he looked at Huang Mao who was lying on the ground crying in pain, and said calmly: "If you say anything rude again, you won't even want your arms anymore."
It turned out that his right arm had been removed by the man in the suit with a pull, a hook, and a throw!
His left arm was hit and his right arm was removed. Now he couldn't move both arms. He grimaced in pain and couldn't help himself.
"San'er!" Hong Mao shouted in shock.
"My arm! My arm! It hurts so much!!!" Huang Mao wailed in uncontrollable pain.
Hong Mao has been crawling and rolling in the gangsters all year round, and he is naturally not immune to fights. When he realized that his brother had been tricked so quickly, he couldn't believe it!
He knew San'er's kung fu and was no worse than him, but this man actually dispatched San'er in one move. How powerful was his kung fu? It seemed like he had met a master practitioner!
He squinted at the man in a suit in front of him. He looked as handsome as a nerd, but he couldn't tell that he was a master! I wonder if the three-legged cat kung fu he accumulated from fighting would be good in front of him?
He was a little frightened, but he also thought that he had a dagger with him. The weapon was very courageous, so he reached out and pulled it out. The bright dagger's tip pierced Shi Mo's body with a penetrating cold light!
He cursed: "Damn it, you dare to hit my brother?!"
Shi Mo's expression was as usual, he raised his foot and swept across, and the hard leather shoe was kicking on Hong Mao's wrist.
"Ah!" Hongmao's wrist hurt. As soon as his palm relaxed, the dagger suddenly fell off and fell to the ground.
"I'll fight for you!" Hong Mao roared angrily, just as he was about to pounce on him and fight to the death, his body instantly froze.
He was about to step forward and couldn't help but step back. The expression on the red-haired face changed rapidly. He pulled out a dry smile with difficulty, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and nodded and hunched over, revealing his dog-legged look: "Brother...
...No...Brother, no...Sir, um, if you have something to say, say it properly, say it properly...why did you use the gun? We said something rude, we said something rude, we will never say it again, we were wrong, we were wrong! Brother, forgive me
Me!"
Hongmao looked at the new black pistol facing him, being held by the man in a black suit.
His index finger lightly pressed on the trigger and moved slightly, which frightened the red hair so much that he couldn't stop swallowing his saliva.
A hint of contempt flashed through Shi Mo's bright black eyes, and he said indifferently: "Do you still have to pay for this car?"
How dare Hongmao ask for money? His face turned pale with fright, and he waved his hands quickly: "No! Brother, we will repair this car ourselves, repair it ourselves! Brother, we were wrong!"
"Hmph..." Mo Mo hummed softly, faintly, like a cloud of smoke, but the power was not small.
The red-haired man lowered his head in fear and kept retreating.
"Go away!" Shi Mo put the pistol back on his waist with a natural and agile movement. He stopped looking at him and walked towards the Rolls-Royce.
"Thank you, thank you so much, brother!" Hong Mao thanked him quickly, bent down to help San'er up from the ground, and hurriedly put him into the van.
The processing of this matter took quite a long time, but it only took more than a minute.
While Bai Qianqiu was struggling, she heard Gu Qingli's mumbling beside her.
Thinking about her situation, she thought about it and realized what was going on. This Gu Qingli must be responsible for all this! What did she want when she captured herself and tied her up like this?
how?
She was panicking, but she remained silent. While Gu Qingli was applying makeup carefully, she finally straightened up.
Through the broken window, she happened to see Shi Mo turn around.