wjnovel Chapter 340 Stretch Your Face or Stretch Your Knife
Chapter 340 Stretch Your Face or Stretch Your Knife
Chapter 340 Stretch Your Face or Stretch Your Knife
Yanxi sat in the co-pilot of a taxi, admiring the cyberpunk night scene.
Hanhan, Mama Fan, and Tiantian were sitting crowded in the back row. The three girls were all slender except Mama Fan, who was a bit rounder.
Mama Fan was holding the paper bag of her breast pump in her hand, and she never left, like a baby.
Yanxi looked at the navigation, it showed that it was only more than 700 meters away, but when he looked up, it was a winding mountain road.
"Is it almost there?" he asked.
"I got a hammer soon. Going to Eling No. [-] Factory at this time is really blocked!" the driver said in a rough manner.
Eling No. [-] Factory is on the top of a mountain, because of the movie Deng Chao and Zhang Tianai, the husband of all people, became popular. The name of the movie seems to be "I Passed Through Your World".
In terms of style, this area is similar to 798. It is an old factory converted into a gathering place for literary and artistic youth.
"Especially during this period, a food court (street) has been temporarily built, which is very annoying!" The driver continued to complain, honking his horn violently in the crowded convoy.
He looked back: "How about we go up on foot? According to the navigation, it says more than 700 meters."
Of course, Hanhan and Fan’s mother have no objection, 700 meters is only one subway stop away, and you can take a few steps to digest your food, and you can eat more later.
Only Tiantian said weakly: "That... is actually quite far away."
"Huh!" The driver also sneered, "Go up and cut? The foot pole will be broken for you! Guier is frustrated."
Does this guy think he can't understand Sichuan dialect?
Yanxi couldn't laugh or cry.
Taxi drivers in Chongcheng are notoriously hot-tempered.
In other cities, at most, the drivers rolled down the windows and scolded each other, and it was absolutely impossible to get out of the car to fight.
But the heavy city is not, try not to compare if you can do it.
So he just listens to what the driver says, and must not talk back, let alone scold.
And he didn't mean to scold him, it's just a catchphrase, just like calling people grandson (zei) with the emperor.
The car circled slowly twice, and it was more than 200 meters closer to the destination.
A spirited guy jumped out on a motorcycle and almost ran into him.
The boy raised his hands, hey, the motorcycle stood up immediately.
"Mamai beer! The turtle is full!" The driver rolled down the window, pointed at the spirited boy and yelled, "Ha Zuzuo, ride a motorcycle!"
The spirited boy tilted his head, a strand of yellow hair blocked his eyes, and hit the gas pedal.
This man is not big, but his tone is very high: "Get off your horse! The road is repaired by your old man? I want to ride, the turtle son Ha Mapi driver!"
Oh, the irascible driver met the irascible brother.
"You guys cut off and go on your own! I'm going to kill him!" The driver brother picked up the gear, pulled the handbrake, pulled off the seat belt, opened the door with a bang and rushed out.
"Let's go?" Yanxi greeted the three girls.
"Why do I want to see the excitement?" Hanhan stretched his neck to look.
"Hey, me too!" Mother Fan grabbed the paper bag in her hand, swallowed, her eyes widened, waiting for a good show.
"Aren't you hungry?" He frowned.
"Oh, spiritual food is also food, look, look." Mother Fan only had a handful of sunflower seeds in her hand.
Yanxi has no interest in this at all. He saw too many of them when he was a child. Shu Province and Chongcheng were still in the same family at that time, and they both had the same temper.
"But there's nothing to see, aren't you two afraid of being accidentally hurt?"
"Accidental injury? Why are you afraid of accidental injury in the car? It's almost the same effect as a box, hehe." Hanhan watched with relish.
The outside of the car has gone from scolding to pushing in an instant, pushing each other's shoulders.
With a slap, the driver slapped the boy on the face and cursed: "Your son is not big or small, I will kill you with an earring!"
The young man was beaten to the side, his eyes turned sideways, and he gritted his teeth and slammed the motorcycle: "Dare you hit me? No old man dares to hit me! I will kill you!"
In the Shu dialect, Lei means driving a car.
The situation is escalating a little too fast, you can't just sit by and watch!
Yan Xi opened the door and got out of the car, stepped to the side of the motorcycle, grabbed the key and turned it, and finally turned off the engine.
"Don't say a few words. If you want to please others, please please others. Why do you want to do it?" Yan Xibiao spoke the Shu provincial dialect.
"Get away from me, if you don't return this earring to him, I will write my name upside down!" The guy seemed about to explode.
That's right, beating people without slapping them in the face is an unwritten tradition established by Shu Province a long time ago, and it has been carried forward in various street battles.
In general small conflicts, kick each other's buttocks to finish the job, in medium conflicts, they will hold each other's neck with their tiger's jaws and scold vigorously, and in advanced conflicts, both men and women will pluck their hair.
There are very few slaps in the face, unless it is for the purpose of humiliating the other party.
The cars behind have been blocked into a long queue, and the horn is blaring.
The car that was approaching also rolled down the window, and directly scolded the two of them together: "You son of a bitch, you have to fight and fight at the same time! Get in the way! It's late at night, and you're a fucking ghost!"
Yanxi could see Hanhan and Mama Fan's excited expressions through the thick glass.
I usually save hundreds of dollars to watch dramas in the imperial capital, which is not as exciting as this Mortal Kombat.
Even happy twists are not so good-looking.
The guy couldn't control that much, he threw the motorcycle to the ground, jumped up and tried to wrap his arms around the driver's neck.
Whoa!Strong man lock man?
The driver saw that he was an old man with rich combat experience. When the opponent was approaching him, he pressed his hands on the opponent's chest and pushed hard, and the boy fell to the ground with a bang.
"I'm afraid of you? You bastard!" The driver rolled up his sleeves, his casserole-sized fists were hungry and thirsty.
In the two confrontations, the master driver had the upper hand. The boy gritted his teeth in anger, got up with a growl, kicked in the air, and kicked the opponent in the stomach.
But the master driver didn't hide at all, instead he bumped into the man's feet with his belly stiffened.
It looks like a beer belly, but he overcomes rigidity with softness, borrows strength, catches hair in one round, bounces the boy back to the ground again, and falls a big ass.
"Handsome guy, hey, you can't beat him, you're giving away his head." Yanxi persuaded him nicely.
"Come on! Come on again! I'll kill you!" The driver stood proudly in front of the boy with his hips akimbo.
The boy wiped his mouth with his sleeve, took two steps back, bent down and took out a watermelon knife from the back seat of the motorcycle lying on the ground, and stood up with his mouth crooked.
hiss!The nature has changed!
Hanhan and Fan's mother didn't want to watch the excitement at this time, and they were frightened, and they slammed on the glass window: "Brother Yan! Come back soon!"
The driver swallowed, took half a step back, raised two fingers and shouted at the boy, "Claws? You want claws? Don't mess around!"
Yan Xi didn't dare to pull it forward. Director Feng said in "Old Cannon", these young people are not serious about what they do now.
He was more than two meters away and shouted: "It's not worth it! Calm down!"
But they are all sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, how could they listen to them?
The crowd of onlookers packed the sidewalk and screamed, "Killer! Killer!"
Fan's mother instinctively tugged on the car door, for fear that the driver and the boy would rush into the car.
Hanhan was still screaming: "Brother Yan! Get out of the way! Don't go there!"
But with a click, Tiantian gently opened the door and got out of the car.
"Hey! Hey! What are you doing? Come back quickly!" Hanhan grabbed it, but in vain, Tiantian quickly walked behind the driver.
"Stop!" She clenched her fists and shouted with her eyes closed.
Unexpectedly, her petite body could make such a loud voice.
The driver quickly turned his head and glanced at her, waved his hand and said, "Sister, what are you doing here? Get out of here!"
The young man also temporarily stopped, holding a knife by his leg, and stood still two steps away from the driver.
Yanxi quietly stepped towards the right back of the young man, fixed his eyes on the man's right hand, and planned to grab the knife.
"Battling with weapons and causing bodily harm to others shall be punished with fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than ten years. Life imprisonment or even the death penalty." Tian Tian said very fluently and calmly.
Then she looked at the motorcycle on the ground, then at the clothes on the boy, and continued: "In addition to going to jail, there is also corresponding financial compensation. You don't want to make mistakes and let your family pay off your debts for the rest of your life, right? "
The young man hesitated, but the murderous look was still there, his cheekbones were squeezed high, and he questioned: "Don't tell me that, the earring just now can't let that shrimp hit for nothing! Tui!"
The guy spit on the ground, then switched the watermelon knife to his left hand.
Yan Xi sighed, and moved quietly to the left rear of the man.
"I suggest you go to a better hospital and check if you have a concussion.
Not only can you claim for compensation, but you can also be sentenced. In any case, it is more cost-effective than a tooth for a tooth.
But from the perspective of a bystander, the intensity just now could not have caused a concussion.
Or, you stretch out your face and ask this big brother to hit him a few more times? "
After hearing this, the driver hid his hands behind his back, curled his lips and said, "Sister, you scared me."
"Why should I believe you?!" The boy's steps were a little loose, and his breathing slowed down.
"Because I graduated from Southwest University of Political Science and Law and studied law for four years.
I don't mind if you two become classic cases in textbooks because of a trivial matter.
Stretching the face or stretching the knife, you decide. "
I rely on!Sweet and handsome!
(End of this chapter)