I have crossed the [entertainment circle]

The two sports cars in front of him were about to collide, Jian Yanxi narrowed his eyes, and saw Han Zhaonan stepping on the gas pedal to avoid it with a quick reaction. His red sports car passed by, and he was about to make a big deal.

What are you doing! ! !

Han Zhaonan was very angry. If he hadn't reacted quickly just now, he would be dead now, okay?Why are there so many unsatisfactory things today!Han Zhaonan's eyes spewed fire, his eyes were red with anger, he got out of the cab and slammed the car door, kicked towards the blue supercar, and said viciously: "Fuck you, will you? Drive! Didn’t I see your grandpa and I’m still parked there?!”

The people in the car didn't respond, but there was the sound of motorcycles around. Han Zhaonan turned around with hostility in his eyes, and saw himself surrounded by six motorcycles. The riders and the people behind them were all murderous. It seems that the comer is definitely not good.

WTF?What the hell is going on?

Han Zhaonan was stunned for a moment, but after all he had experienced countless fights, he instantly judged that the people in front of him were definitely targeting him, subconsciously glanced around the locomotive, and saw Liang Wenqing and Jian Yanxi were still there At a place far away from me, I breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned to those people and said, "Who are you?"

"Han Shaogui forgets things so much, of course he doesn't remember us in Gaosheng Lane." The left door of the blue supercar opened, and a man with hair dyed in different colors came out. A person who can afford a million-dollar luxury car, at most a street gangster.

Although Han Zhaonan is a dandy, he also thinks he is a dandy with a strong personality, but who the hell is this? ? ? ?Are you kidding me? ? ?What inexplicable Gaosheng Lane?

The leading man sneered when he saw Han Zhaonan's attitude, and the ten people on the locomotive immediately picked up the steel pipes and knives on the scooter, with helmets on their heads, and rushed up without saying a word.Han Zhaonan's expression changed, he turned sideways to avoid the attack of a steel pipe, and swung his left and right fists to hit a person on the bridge of the nose!The man let out a groan, and the nosebleed immediately flowed out, covering his face, and he could hardly hold the murder weapon in his hand due to the pain.

One person was killed, but the tacit understanding among the remaining nine people was better. Han Zhaonan gritted his teeth and kicked out, hitting a person in the abdomen, but received a whole stick in the back, almost breaking his entire spine!

Fuck!

Han Zhaonan's eyes were red, and he glanced at the man next to the blue supercar, his blood surged up, and inexplicably popped out in his mind a sentence to catch the thief first, and he rushed towards the man regardless of the empty door behind him!It doesn't matter if he pounced, the whole back of the nine helmeted men appeared in the eyes of the nine helmeted men, and there was no defense at all. One of the machete men stepped forward excitedly, and swung his big knife to slash at his arm!

You can't die, you can always have an arm, right?

The man with the machete was trembling with excitement, stimulated by the smell of blood and the bills flying in mid-air, he exerted great strength in his hand, and just as he was about to wave his hand, he touched something on his wrist, and it softened all of a sudden. I can't even hold a knife!The machete fell to the ground with a bang, waking up the irrational Han Zhaonan. Cold sweat protruded from his back, and he turned around to find that at some point, Jian Yanxi, who was still in the distance before, had quietly approached the battlefield. He took out a man with a machete and directly saved his life.

With his left hand behind his back and his right hand forward, Jian Yan glanced lightly at the remaining people: "Are you coming together?"

The men in helmets looked at each other in blank dismay, and after a while, they gritted their teeth and rushed forward!

Han Zhaonan didn't feel it when he was on the scene, but now he saw the thin Jian Yanxi wandering among the many machetes and steel rods, he just felt that it was dangerous, but the battle situation had already formed, adding it rashly would be harmful to others, Han Zhaonan didn't dare to move I watched Jian Yanxi dexterously walking among the crowd like a flying swallow. After a while, all the injured weapons of those people fell on the ground. All of them covered their wrists and their faces turned pale. Several of them Gritting his teeth, he wanted to press again, and received another iron fist in the abdomen...

Han Zhaonan stared blankly, are the celebrities so powerful these days?

Han Zhaonan stared blankly at the men lying on the ground crying, feeling as if his young mind had been frightened, and subconsciously looked at Jian Yanxi who caused the tragedy, only to find that the man looked like he should, Taking a casual look at Han Zhaonan, he immediately turned his attention to the blue supercar behind him.

Han Zhaonan was brought back to his senses by this glance, and instantly realized that he wanted to catch Caimao who was the leader before, but he didn't want Caimao to have no fighting skills, but he observed the form quite well. Noticing that something was wrong, he hurriedly slipped into the car. At this time, he saw that all the younger brothers were dead, and he didn't have the guts to get out of the car and challenge the others one-on-one. He stepped on the accelerator in a panic, and the sports car roared. It shot out like a blue light!

"Fuck!" The man didn't catch him, Han Zhaonan took a mouthful of exhaust gas for nothing, and his face turned pale with anger.

Jian Yanxi behind him seemed to have expected this a long time ago, and was not surprised at all. He took a picture of the license plate number with the mobile phone he just took out, and glanced at Han Zhaonan who was on the verge of mania: "How much is your WeChat account? Send the number." Check it out for yourself."

Han Zhaonan: "..."

This way of chatting up a WeChat account is so pure and unpretentious.

Liang Wenqing was told by Jian Yan that Xi'an Dun was waiting tremblingly at the rear. He had no fighting power, so he didn't dare to go up and cause trouble for them. Shaking, pulling Jian Yanxi to start the inspection, he kept saying, "Are you injured? Are you injured? So many people rushed over just now, with steel pipes and knives in their hands..." How dangerous!What is Jian Yanxi's physical fitness, how dare he fight alone against so many people... must be injured?The more he thought about it, the more he exaggerated, and he even smelled a bloody smell in the air. He grabbed Jian Yanxi's clothes and wanted to take them off: "Quickly let me see if the injury is serious or not!"

Jian Yanxi had no choice but to push Liang Wenqing's hands up and down, and said, "I'm fine." Seeing that Liang Wenqing still looked distrustful, he had no choice but to calmly lead the way: "But Han Zhaonan got hit on the back. stick."

Han Zhaonan originally stood upright, gloating at Jian Yanxi's helpless but forced-to-be-endured look, but he never expected Jian Yanxi to be so insidious!He watched Liang Wenqing's expression change, and immediately turned his head towards him.

I fuck.

Han Zhaonan broke out in a cold sweat, remembering the fear of being dominated by Tang Seng Liang in the early years when he was very young.