I picked up the treasure chest in the hands of the goddess

Chapter 98 Heavy Locomotives
Ning Chuan stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the 120 million cars with good performance rushed ahead and drove wildly all the way.

He picked up a cigarette from the side with his backhand, lit it up and smoked quietly, thinking for a while, what should he do next, what should he do.

To be honest, he was quite confused, but he envied the chubby Zao Wou-Ki, even after graduation, his goal was very simple, that is to find a job.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have looked for him that time, and he wouldn't have let him go to the Tianling Group, so he would have helped him go to the Tianling Group to find those interviewers and activate the intelligence exploration ability.

It can be said that even with the system in hand, Ning Chuan still hasn't gotten rid of the confusion and pressure of college students of the same age at this stage.

What they are facing is the pressure of finding a job, earning money to buy a house and a car, and what they are facing is the pressure of how to improve themselves and become stronger.

Treasure chest, treasure chest, where are you?

Ning Chuan couldn't help shouting a few times in his heart, but after thinking about it, forget it. There are still many things on his side that have not been dealt with, so forget it first.

There is always a cause and effect in everything. Take it slowly and there is nothing to worry about. In other words, take one step at a time and see one step at a time.

Thinking of this, Ning Chuan continued to enjoy music and high speed.

Let's settle the locomotive issue first, I have had such a dream since I was a child, and let's talk about the locomotive to Qianlong Yuan Jie's grandsons, it's so cool!

Ning Chuan drove to the end of the road, turned the car, turned west, and entered a small road with potholes.

This is the west side of the city, and it is also the place where many motorcycle fans and gangsters gather. Only here can you buy a good car.

After arriving at the place, Ning Chuan parked the car aside, got out of the car, closed the door, and walked out.

There are a few dilapidated dilapidated buildings in front of them, hundreds of scattered motorcycle teenagers in strange clothes, with steel rings on their ears, and dyed hair.

With cigarettes in their mouths, each of them is in a pile, either repairing the locomotive, or riding on it to start a fire, and it seems that they are testing the performance of the car.

The unique smell of gasoline and rust floats in the air, and the roar of the engine can be heard from time to time.

Ning Chuan walked towards them, before entering their premises, which were those unfinished buildings surrounded by steel fences.

To get in, you have to go through the two steel mesh doors next to it. There are two guys with dyed hair, one dyed yellow and the other green.

Standing on both sides of the steel mesh door, with a cigarette in his mouth, chatting with Tianman, he seems to be a gatekeeper.

I actually don't understand it, I don't know why, whether it's in film and television dramas or in real life, people who dye stupid hair.

It's always an image of a younger brother, either with yellow hair or green hair.

This is very fascinating, of course, except for Kagami in the third part of the hot-blooded high school, it can be regarded as half of the protagonist.

Ning Chuan straightened his clothes and walked towards them. This group of bikers was pretty good, and they forcibly built this unfinished building in the wilderness like a modern military base.

Think about it for yourself, yes, generally those who can build a motorcycle and gather such a large group of people are very rich.

The children of the rich, the pursuit of passion and excitement... is also understandable.

. . .

Seeing Ning Chuan approaching, the two gangsters standing at the door got up and whispered a few words, as if someone was coming again.

There was an unkind look in his eyes.

Ning Chuan walked in front of them, the two punks looked at Ning Chuan, and then stood up straight.

"What?"

A bastard asked.

Ning Chuan didn't speak, just looked at them quietly, and waited for the other side to speak first, otherwise he wouldn't be able to say anything.

It's also the first time I've come into contact with this kind of rebellious motorcycle race, and I don't know how to deal with it properly.

"Ask you, are you deaf? Damn it!"

The bastard was quite stubborn, twisted his neck violently, and looked at Ning Chuan with a stiff head like a green head.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he took it off, took a puff, and spit it out at Ning Chuan.

Ning Chuan frowned, looked at the yellow-haired gangster with cold eyes, "I warn you, it's best not to spray smoke at me, or you will die miserably in the next second."

"Hey, where did you come from, Brother Diao, you're quite coquettish, which way you're a fool." The yellow-haired gangster laughed arrogantly, "What's wrong, what if I spray you again?"

"You can try."

Ning Chuan smiled and looked at the little yellow-haired gangster with calm eyes.

"Okay! That's what you said, you fucking!"

The yellow-haired gangster took a puff of cigarette, and immediately opened his mouth to spray it on Ning Chuan's head.

When he was about to spit it out, Ning Chuan was as fast as a lightning storm, and quickly grabbed the little yellow-haired bastard.

Then his hands were like iron pliers, and he clasped the bastard's upper and lower jaws tightly!
The mouth of the yellow-haired gangster who was about to open to smoke was instantly closed, leaving no gaps.

The bastard was about to spew out a big puff of smoke, but his mouth was tightly clamped by Ning Chuan, and he couldn't open it at all.

The gangster struggled, but couldn't break free no matter what.

Then, something special happened, a large puff of smoke came out of the gangster's nose in embarrassment.

Ning Chuan waved his hand to disperse the smoke, and kicked the bastard aside.

The yellow-haired gangster got up in a panic, his face flushed and he kept coughing and retching, as if he wanted to spit out his stomach.

That scene fascinated Ning Chuan.

Ning Chuan narrowed his eyes, quietly lit a cigarette, smoked it, and said, "How about it, boy, enjoying your own cigarette is comfortable."

While talking, he let out a puff leisurely, and the light blue smoke floated into the air.

The rebellion of this group of teenagers was indeed beyond what I expected. It was crazy that even a gatekeeper was so obsessed.

"Damn, I'm going to kill you!"

The little yellow-haired bastard seemed to have recovered, looking very embarrassed, with transparent strands of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Eyes red like a mad dog.

"Why, did you slow down?"

Ning Chuan said to him, with a hint of mockery in his tone, and continued to smoke his cigarette.

Heh, this shit, mess with men, who was not young back then.

Back then, Ning Chuan thought about it. When he was 17 years old, he got into a fight and was blocked on the road by a big brother from a foreign school who brought a dozen people.

Relying on a steel pipe picked up from a waste station, and with all his strength, he beat those people all over the street.

Even though I had a bad head and blood in the end, I went to the police station and the hospital, and I went there, and my arm was hit with a board.

Back then, the reason was very simple, it was just for a girl.

I remember at that time, holding the blood-stained steel pipe in my hand, watching the group of people who were about to block me flee in embarrassment, standing alone in the strong wind on the street, I couldn't help roaring...

Thinking about it, Ning Chuan was a little dazed while smoking a cigarette, remembering when he was in high school, young people don't care about life.

What's more, it's for love, that crazy and passionate age.

Now, looking at these biker boys, although there is arrogance and unruly in their bones, they are indeed not as moral and capable as they were back then.

Back then, even if he was beaten to death, he would not bow his head to the other party. Now he guesses, seeing the gangster in front of him and beating him up, he probably will call him grandpa.

Without the true madness and passion back then, the truly pure kind.

That yellow-haired gangster rushed towards Ning Chuan.

Ning Chuan thought, and murmured, "It's been a long time since I fought like this age!"

Ning Chuan closed his eyes, raised his head, as if he was thinking about writing something, and then suddenly rushed towards that yellow-haired bastard!
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(End of this chapter)