Chapter 1073: Biaoche Clan

It was nearly midnight.

Binhai City, which had been noisy all day, gradually fell silent.

People who have to go to work and school the next day take a shower, brush their teeth, lie on the bed and brush Moments for a while, and reluctantly put down their mobile phones to sleep.

The otaku and otaku are fighting fiercely at the computer screen with oily faces, and their night is still very long.

The man on the night shift yawned a few times and continued to fight the Sandman.

For others, though, the night has only just begun.

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Upstairs of a certain residential building facing the street, the residents who had been dozing off were suddenly awakened by the roar of the engine, turned over annoyedly, pressed their ears with pillows, and muttered: "What the hell is sick?" The rich second generations are driving sports cars to blow up the streets again!"

That's right, a group of rich second generations came from somewhere recently—maybe another nearby area was demolished, and after receiving a large amount of compensation for the demolition, they became rich overnight. They always liked Racing on this street, the gas pedal was blaring loudly, and some even modified the vehicle, adding air waves to the exhaust pipe, making the roar extremely harsh.

If we talk about the rich second generation, they are at most entry-level rich second generation. The sports cars they drive are basically entry-level sports cars with a price of about one or two million yuan, but even so, they are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

They may have watched too many movies or played too many games, and they have some spare cash in their hands. They gather like flies on this long, wide, and straight road, driving their newly bought sports cars. The stereo was turned up to the maximum, and he howled excitedly from time to time. They have no driving skills at all, they only slam on the accelerator and accelerate in a straight line to gain a sense of accomplishment and consume excess hormones.

The nearby residents are unbearably disturbed. They are often woken up just after falling asleep. If they sleep with their doors and windows closed in winter and spring, they can make do with it. Now every family sleeps with their windows open to enjoy the refreshing temperature at the turn of spring and summer. , It was even more noisy, people with a weak heart would even be frightened by the sudden sound, and their heartbeat would speed up. The students preparing for the college entrance examination were even more miserable.

The residents reported the situation to the relevant departments, but there was no sign of a solution, because the rich second generation always appear in the middle of the night, and not necessarily every day, so the traffic police can't be allowed to stay here until late at night, right? In addition, before racing, they will send one or two cars to explore the road normally. If they see the traffic police, they will move their positions or change the appointment.

"Do you know what this is called? This is called guerrilla warfare!"

After racing back and forth several times, the rich second generations gathered their sports cars in a circle, parked them on the side of the empty street, sat on the hood of their own sports car, yelled and talked about the racing just now, expressing their enjoyment.

One of them, a rich second generation with a baseball cap askew on one side, was wearing a black and white leather biker jacket, holding a can of beer in his left hand and his effeminate girlfriend in his right hand, and was talking nonsense to the others. Judging from his appearance, he is only about 20 years old, but there are already signs of excessive sexual indulgence between his brows.

"When the enemy advances, we retreat, when the enemy is stationed, we harass, when the enemy is tired, we fight, and when the enemy retreats, we chase! The traffic police chase, we run, anyway, our license plates are decks, and their broken cars can't catch us; the traffic police are here, Let's change places; the traffic police are tired and withdrawn, this is our territory! Those stinky traffic policemen who are exhausted can't do anything about us!"

He proudly showed off his knowledge to other rich second generations, which aroused their amazement.

"Boss is amazing, he even knows this!"

"Boss not only has first-class driving skills, but also has a lot of knowledge!"

"Haha! That's why I tell you brats to stop thinking about playing with women all day long and read more books. If you read a lot, women will post you on their own initiative. Babes like me like to listen to me talk about ancient times the most. Talk about today!"

The rich second generation in the baseball cap laughed a few times, strengthened his right hand, and touched his girlfriend's soft waist fiercely, causing his girlfriend to let out an imaginative panting, and squeezed into his arms again.

As the saying goes, in the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed dragon is the king. Although he only graduated from high school,

But in front of this rich second generation whose average level is only junior high school dropouts, it is already astonishing.

As soon as the laughter fell, someone asked obsequiously: "Boss, where are we going next? Should we continue running a few times, or go to the KTV entrance to see if we can pick up a drunk girl?"

"Let's run a few more times. I was a little weak just now, and I didn't dare to step on the accelerator. I will definitely not lose this time!" Another person patted the hood of the Porsche 911 under his buttocks and said.

"Cut! Come on, you're cowardly!" The others booed.

"I'm sleepy, let's find a room to sleep." The girlfriend yawned and whispered to the rich second generation in baseball cap.

He had already been squeezed out by his girlfriend for an evil fire, and he couldn't vent it just by kneading and pinching, and he really wanted to open a room to vent the fire, but he had a good face and didn't want to be looked down upon by other rich second generations.

Just as he was hesitating, there was a sound of laughter that seemed to be uncontrollable from the darkness not far away.

"Who? Who the hell is laughing?"

The rich second generation in the baseball cap thought that someone was laughing at him, he knew his own weight, and it was okay to pretend to be in front of these semi-literate boys, but he would probably make a fool of himself if others heard it.

The laughter was soft, lasted only for a moment, and then died away.

On the other hand, the other rich second generations who were laughing and joking were all taken aback, stopped laughing and asked, "What... what's wrong?"

"I didn't mention you, didn't you hear someone laughing just now?" the baseball cap said.

The others looked at each other, they didn't pay attention at all.

"No, I didn't hear that."

"Someone is laughing? Boss, did you hear me wrong? It's so late, there are not many people on the street..."

"What about you, do you hear?" The baseball cap squeezed his girlfriend in his arms again.

The girlfriend was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, and shook her head ignorantly.

"Tsk! Get in the car and lie down for a while, I'll be back in a while." He threw away the beer can, stuffed his girlfriend into the sports car, closed the car door, and strode towards the direction of the laughter with the help of alcohol.

"Boss, what are you doing?" the others asked.

"Drink too much beer and go fuck! By the way, let's see who dares to laugh at me!" He said without turning his head.

"Wait a minute! I'm going too!"

"Boss, you don't have a kidney deficiency from too much cannonball, do you?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Fart your mother!"

Almost all the rich second generations followed, some were holding their urine, some wanted to vent the excess energy in their bodies, and some just wanted to show their brotherhood.

Although the night was quiet, they were all brats, so courageous, they had nothing to fear.

If any of them looked up at this time, they would find a cat squatting on the roof of an old-fashioned three-story building next to them, but it was not a cat, and it shone like metal under the moonlight.