The driver said sternly: "Brother, safety comes first. Didn't you see where you just got on the car? The car rear-ended me. If the seat belts were not fastened, I'm afraid the people in the car would be in danger."
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Fang Hao frowned slightly after hearing this, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, he remembered something. When he got off the truck earlier, the people in the car had not gotten off yet.
Fang Hao could see clearly at that time that the two people in the car were not wearing seat belts, but the car crashed so miserably, but the two of them were not injured! Those two guys were so lucky, right? Even the collision was not serious
No!
Suddenly, Fang Hao frowned, feeling that something was wrong, but after thinking about it, maybe it was just a coincidence.
But Fang Hao didn't listen to the driver and put on his seat belt, because Fang Hao didn't have that habit. It's not that Fang Hao thought he was awesome, but once he put on his seat belt, there would be constraints if something unexpected happened. For example,
What kind of accident is it? If you want to jump out of the car, you have to unbuckle your seat belt.
The driver insisted, but Fang Hao didn't care at all. He glanced at the driver. The driver finally stopped insisting and continued to drive his car.
At the same time, on a small road from the suburbs to the city, countless rocks lay in the middle of the road, and only motorcycles could pass by.
This road has been in disrepair for a long time. It is an old road entering the city. There are not many cars passing by. Next to it, there is a high hill. On the hill, a man wearing a black leather coat is wiping his face expressionlessly.
A sniper rifle.
At this moment, the text message ring of the mobile phone he placed next to him rang. The man took a look, and his expression suddenly became sharp. He quickly lay down, picked up the sniper rifle, and pointed it at the road down the mountain. He remained motionless, obviously.
Is a sniper who has gone through rigorous training.
At this time, in a high-end teahouse far away in the city, a man with a scar across his face said to himself with a somewhat ferocious smile: "When two tigers fight, one of them will be injured.
If you don’t fight, I will fight for you!”
The man suddenly remembered something and frowned: "It's just that I don't know why that guy is here. This guy is really everywhere and doing bad things everywhere!"
Immediately, the man's phone rang. After the call was answered, the man said coldly: "What's the matter?"
An anxious voice came from the other side of the phone: "Brother Hu, I heard news that someone wants to destroy your Xuehumen."
It turns out that this man with a horizontal scar on his face is none other than Meng Qinghu, the leader of the Blood Tiger Clan, but for some unknown reason, he stopped staying in Zhonghai City and ended up in Su City.
After Meng Qinghu heard this, he frowned: "Who?"
"That's what I said above, not you. I told you to keep a low profile. Your brother tortured the son of a deputy mayor in the city to death a few days ago. Although I am the director, I can't cover it up.
"The voice on the other end of the phone was a bit accusatory.
"Just hire a younger brother to take the blame. It's no big deal. Don't worry, what about the deputy mayor? I have the final say in Zhonghai City!" Meng Qinghu smiled coldly. He is really not afraid now. In the past, he might still be.
I'm afraid of those guys in the city.
But now, Meng Qinghu is not afraid, because there is a towering tree above his head. In front of this towering tree, what can those guys from the municipal party committee do to him?
But the person on the other side of the phone didn't think so and continued: "Let me tell you, Brother Hu, let's keep a low profile lately. I always feel like something is wrong."
At this moment, Meng Qinghu suddenly became impatient and said angrily: "You are so scared, stop talking nonsense, you have the guts to be the mayor of the city!"
"Brother Hu, you...well, forget it, just say it's okay. I hope it's okay. By the way, do the remaining members of the Qingyi Association still want our police to take action?"
"No need, let them go for the time being. A few salted fishes can't stand up." A cold smile appeared on Meng Qinghu's face.
After hanging up the phone, Meng Qinghu walked to the window, looked at the bustling world outside, and suddenly burst into laughter, as if he was crazy.
Meng Qinghu discovered that since there was a towering tree above his head, his vision had greatly improved. It was not limited to the small city of Zhonghai City. His vision had expanded infinitely, taking in the entire Jiangsu Province.
The only thing that made Meng Qinghu a little annoyed was that the person behind him didn't do what he told him last time, and he didn't get his things back, so he was severely punished by Mr. Song.
When he thought of the guy who ruined his good deeds, Meng Qinghu couldn't help but clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said: "Fang Hao, you have ruined my good deeds many times, and you are here again this time. I hope you won't ruin my good deeds again, otherwise don't blame me, Meng Qinghu.
Do it absolutely!"
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Fang Hao looked at the driver's driving route and couldn't help frowning. He couldn't help but said: "How do we take this road? I remember it was not this road when we came here?"
A trace of nervousness flashed in the driver's eyes. Although it was fleeting, Fang Hao, who had always felt that there was something wrong, was still keenly aware of it. He glanced at the driver's hand holding the steering wheel. When he asked, he found that the driver's hand was cruel.
Tighten it hard.
The driver smiled and said: "Brother, a section of that road is under construction today and there must be traffic jams. It's best to take this road today."
"I remember when we went there in the morning, there was no maintenance?" Fang Hao said with a very calm expression.
"The people repairing the road hadn't arrived in the morning, but they arrived around noon. When I came out of the city, I was stuck in traffic for a long time, wasting a lot of time. So taking this road saves the most time."
The driver explained.
"Oh, please stop the car ahead, there is something to do." Fang Hao suddenly said.
"Ah? What's the matter?" the driver asked in surprise.
"Just stop, there's so much nonsense." Fang Hao gave the driver a cold look.
The driver had no choice but to stop the car in front. Deng Meiling and Ye Dongling behind them both asked strangely: "What's wrong?"
Fang Hao turned around and grinned: "I'll have a few words with the driver, please wait a moment."
"Huh?" Both women looked curious.
The driver next to Fang Hao's face changed slightly, but he tried his best to act calmly and said with a forced smile: "Brother, if you have something to do, can you just tell me here?"
Fang Hao grinned and showed his white teeth: "What are you afraid of? I'll ask you to smoke. Let's go."
With that said, Fang Hao almost forced the driver out of the car.
The two women, Ye Dongling and Deng Meiling, looked depressed and murmured in their hearts, wondering what kind of tricks this damn boy Fang Hao was playing, and why he was still in the mood to smoke with the driver.
Going up the road, Fang Hao handed a cigarette to the driver. The driver took it nervously, but when he saw Fang Hao lighting up the cigarette naturally and started smoking on his own, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Lit the cigarette.
But at this moment, Fang Hao said abruptly: "Whose person are you?"
Almost instantly, the driver's eyes changed slightly, but he pretended to be stupid and said: "What?" (To be continued)