The person who came down was not very old, and anyone could tell that he was wearing high-end brand-name clothes, but what was a little disgusting was that after the product came down, he never took his eyes off his beloved car from the beginning to the end.
"Fuck, this is going in too... Damn, the bumper needs to be replaced too... Hey... What a fucking pervert!"
Everyone looked at him and muttered about it for a full minute or two, but this guy didn't even look this way, he just turned around and got into the car again.
The uncle who was lifted up wobbled and stood up. Although he was still dizzy, at least he was conscious. He moved his arms and legs and found that there was nothing serious.
"What does this mean? After hitting someone, he got off and got on the car again?"
"Who knows, did you call to find a relationship?"
"Then look at the injured anyway, the collision was quite serious."
. . .
This time it can be regarded as satisfying the curiosity of the surrounding people, and there was a lot of noisy discussion for a while.
In the midst of everyone's discussion, the door of the sports car opened again, and the guy walked over to the young man and the uncle with a stack of hundred-yuan bills in one hand and a mobile phone in the other.
I saw him calling his cell phone while walking, and when he came to the two of them, the phone seemed to be connected.
"Well Dad, something happened to me"
. . .
"It's nothing, I bumped into someone on Jianshe Street"
. . .
"I'm fine, what can I do?"
. . .
"Okay, then I know, I don't have much money, let's talk when I go back"
. . .
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the young man hung up the phone, threw a wad of banknotes at the uncle, turned around and got into the car again without even looking up at him.
This should be considered an insult. . . A public insult.
"Hey, this little bastard is too crazy."
"I don't know which second generation it is, just say a few words..."
"This grandson will bully our common people."
. . .
The stack of banknotes hit the uncle and fell to the ground again. The young man turned his head to look at the uncle he was supporting, only to find that his face was also icy cold. . .
Beep beep beep! ! !
The truck started immediately after getting into the car, honked the horn desperately at the crowd of onlookers, and slammed the gas pedal again, as if wanting to hit the crowd.
"We've called the police! You can't go yet"
The young man has mixed feelings in his heart. Is there any king's law or heaven's law? But his throat-wrenching roar was directly drowned in the horn of the sports car.
At first he wanted to say something more, but the young man suddenly felt his arm twist, and the uncle with a cold face just walked straight towards the sports car.
The guy was still yelling and cursing while stepping on the accelerator and brake in the car, not paying any attention to the uncle who was walking towards him.
When the uncle's huge fist hit the glass on the driver's side of the sports car, it also shocked the guy in the car.
"You! Come down for me"
He couldn't hear it, but his cold face and mouth shape were still very recognizable. The guy in the car saw the other person's expression and was still speaking rudely, and the fire in his heart burned up.
"What the hell do you mean! Ten thousand yuan is not enough?! Tell me, how much do you want to blackmail!"
When did Lao Tzu lose to others in terms of momentum? ! The guy yelled as he got out of the car and pressed against the other person's face.
"Tell me, fuck, tell me the number, the worst thing I have is money"
Surprisingly, the uncle with his nose stuck didn't say anything, but anyone could see that the expression on his face was getting colder and colder.
"It's really fucking ruining my mood!"
That guy completely ignored the expression on the uncle's face, instead he became more and more angry as he spoke. After a few words of yelling and cursing, he pushed the uncle and wanted to get in the car again.
The moment he turned around, the guy suddenly felt that his neck was being strangled with such force that he choked and coughed violently.
But just before he regained his senses, the guy didn't even turn around, and greeted him fiercely with his strong fists on his face.
"Damn! You bastard is finished! I don't know who I am?! Remember! You are fucking finished!"
After being sent to the police station, the guy was still yelling at the other uncle, not paying attention to the policeman beside him at all.
"Quiet! This is not a place for you to argue!"
Sitting opposite the two was an elderly comrade, who looked like a slippery old fritters all over his body.