The car hadn't stopped, Nan Fengxiao had got out of the car with a gloomy face, his tall and straight body was still the focus in the night.
Nan Fengxiao walked directly to the other side's car, pulled the door a few times, and didn't open it.
Nan Feng Xiao stepped back a few steps, with straight and slender legs, already greeted the other side's luxury sports car.
After kicking a few times, Nan Feng Xiao stopped until the car door deformed, and put his hands in his trouser pockets. The air was exuding from the whole body, and the surrounding air had frozen.
Soon, a man got out of the car, who was at least 187 in height, as good as Nan Feng Xiao.
Before Lei Ting could see the man's appearance clearly, he saw that the man had already fought with Nan Feng Xiao.
He raised the gun, then put it down silently. Because the man had already been kicked to the ground by Brother Nan, and he was holding his chest, looking very painful.
Nan Fengxiao stepped forward, not intending to let him go.
Stimulated by the strong lights of the two sports cars, the South Wind Roar appeared even more cold. Lei Ting looked at it and felt that Brother Nan at this time didn't look like a businessman, but like an elder brother who covered the sky with one hand on the road.
"Stop, stop!" The man raised his hand, admitting defeat.
Nan Fengxiao glared at him before reaching out and pulling him from the ground.
The man took advantage of his strength and jumped up, his skill is also good, but he is really good when he encounters Nan Fengxiao.
When Thunder approached, he could see clearly.
The man has ink-colored hair, delicate features, and a pair of slender Danfeng eyes that charm all beings. He also wore a red jewel stud on his left ear, which kept shining under the light.
He is a foreign man, to put it bluntly, an Englishman, his blue eyes are the best sign.
Nan Feng Xiao clapped his hands, put on the coat that Thunder brought, the action was full of domineering.
"Looking for death!" Nan Fengxiao sneered and wanted to leave.
"Oh—" The man patted the mud on his body with disgust, and looked at Nan Fengxiao's back with disgust.
"Xiao, I'm just trying to see if your skills have regressed. Wouldn't it be so boring?" The man spoke British English very fluently, with unskilled Chinese mixed in between.
"Look at the scars on your thighs, and then ask if my skills have regressed." Nan Fengxiao said extremely arrogantly.
After the man heard this, a staggering almost fell down, and when he touched his thigh, it was really painful.
"Damn, you can't do it lightly? I have been with you for two years at any rate, and still haven't got any feelings?"
Nan Feng Xiao frowned, this sounded so uncomfortable.
"Fuck off!" Nan Feng Xiao shook out two words directly, with no room for maneuver.
The man dragged his half lame leg, his eyes didn't know how many times he killed Nan Feng Xiao.
Mom/Yes, he really doesn't miss his old feelings
"Hey, Xiao, do you want your gun any more?"
Nan Feng Xiao tightened his windbreaker and coughed slightly, "Keep up!"
The man slapped hard into the air. At any rate, he delivered goods to him from the UK, so his attitude couldn't be better
Lei Ting opened the door for Nan Feng Xiao and consciously waited outside with the driver.
The British man shook his aching arm angrily, scorning the car in front of him, his eyes full of contempt.
Unwillingly, he turned his head and glanced at his car. The car that hit Nan Feng Xiao didn't crash, but Nan Feng Xiao kicked the car door into shape.
He just proposed from the manufacturer, the market has not yet begun to sell, the only two in the world, the one in front of him.