Chapter 89

The Toyota off-road vehicle was speeding towards Aocheng.

Charlie and Kobe have an unusual friendship. From the jokes between them, Wang Bo heard that they had a small relationship, so when he learned that Kobe had an accident, he drove the car like lightning.

However, this car is really too fast, and the scenery outside the window is fleeting. The car window was not closed tightly, and the wind was blowing and humming, as if a horn was hung!

Pharaoh Wang said in fear: "Old Cha, calm down, brother, I have not been easy for more than 20 years, I don't want to die in another country!"

"My god dad, are you going to fly so fast? Do you want me to issue you an airplane driver's license and you go to fly?"

"Come on, Charlie, let me put on my seat belt first!"

Charlie: "Shut up! I'm going to speed up!"

The car quickly entered Aocheng and went straight to Daicaotian Street. The last flick made a drift. The domineering off-road vehicle drifted 180 degrees like a toy car and finally stopped at the door.

Pedestrians on the street were amazed when they saw this scene: "Oh Maikar, is Schumacher here?"

Lao Wang pushed open the car door and jumped out of the car, his legs trembling a little, he asked, "Have you practiced F1 racing before?"

"No, I've played Need for Speed." Charlie glanced around and said casually.

"How dare you fly like this when you know you have never practiced racing before? Even drifting..."

"Who stepped on the horse and drifted? The ground was too slippery just after it rained. I stepped on the brakes and the car turned around. Is it my fault?" Charlie was not to be outdone.

The three of Lao Wang drew the sign of the cross on their chests together.

Kobe’s restaurant surrounded a lot of people, it seemed that they were here to watch the excitement, Charlie went up to separate them and wanted to go in, someone said dissatisfiedly: "You have to queue up to watch the excitement, there is always a first come, first served OK?"

Charlie stared and was about to get angry, Lao Wang hurriedly blocked the police badge on the man's face, and shouted: "Stay out of the way? The police are handling the case, and idlers are not allowed to stay!"

Bowen and Liangzai pretended to be aggressive and stretched out their hands to drive the onlookers out. A waiter stopped them and shouted: "Don't let them leave, someone didn't pay the bill!"

"Snow!" Old Wang couldn't help cursing as he watched those guys slipping away quickly. He would definitely go up and slap anyone who said New Zealanders were of high quality in the future.

The chubby Kobe was surrounded by several young people, his eyes lit up when he saw Charlie, and he shouted, "Little feet, help me!"

"You're still calling me a nickname at this damn time? Can you die if you call me Big Brother now?" Charlie roared, "Say, what's going on?"

Kobe didn't speak, and a young man said coldly: "We ate a golden hair when we were eating."

Upon hearing this, Old Wang felt relieved, and frowned, "Is there a hair in the dish? Is that a problem? When I was in college, I often ate hair from the dish."

"I ate my father's socks," said the cowboy.

"I've eaten rats before," said the pretty Mexican.

"Fuck, you guys are better than me." Lao Wang convinced.

The young man looked at Old Wang, raised a golden hair that was as long as his middle finger and said, "Then the hair you eat is also curled?"

Wang Bo blinked and didn't know what to say. Everyone is an adult. Who doesn't know where men's hair is curly? But it can grow to the length of the middle finger - Pharaoh is also convinced.

The cowboy and the Mexican handsome looked at each other, and then they didn't dare to speak.

Knowing what they were thinking, Kobe took off his chef's hat and pointed at his hair and shouted, "I'm wronged, this is my hair, this is my hair!"

Lao Wang took a closer look, shit, Kobe is a natural curly guy!

"Natural rolls dare to be a chef?" the cowboy muttered in a low voice.

Those young people insisted: "Who knows if this is hair? You are wearing a chef's hat, how can your hair fall into the dish?"

Charlie went up to separate the group of people and said, "Anyway, even if the hair falls into the dish, it's our problem. Tell me, how do you want to solve it?"

"Sorry, free!"

Charlie looked at Kobe, this request is very reasonable.

Kobe threw his chef's hat on the ground and shouted: "I apologized a long time ago. They were persistent and sent this matter to Twitter, slandering it as a sham, and contacted the Michelin food judging committee to cancel the punishment for me. rating!"

"What?" Charlie asked in surprise, "Has your rating been cancelled?"

Kobe's eyes were red, and he shouted, "My dad and I have worked hard for twenty years! I have been cooking since I was eight to get this rating! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It's all gone!"

Seeing Kobe's heartbroken look, Wang Bo felt uncomfortable, and he asked, "Can it be remedied?"

Charlie shook his head, eyes burning with anger.

Someone said stubbornly: "What slander? You are..."

"I do body hair cleaning every day, do you want me to take off my pants to prove it to you?"

"Okay, take off your pants and let us see, maybe..." a young man said frivolously.

Charlie narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hand to pick up a chair from the ground. When Old Wang saw that something was going to happen, he rushed to act first. He went up and kicked the young man flying, directly knocking down two tables.

In New Zealand's law, whether or not a weapon is used in a fight is one of the criteria for defining a penalty.

Seeing him make a move, the other youths were furious, and some people threw their chairs at him. Lao Wang made a fist and struck from the front. He hit the chair with a heavy fist, and there was a crisp 'click', and the wooden chair was torn apart.

The remaining young men who wanted to do something trembled when they saw this scene, and quickly stepped back. Lao Wang looked at Charlie and said, "Why are you still standing there? Go to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife and chop up these bastards! You are too bullying!"

Charlie quickly threw down the chair and grabbed him, persuading him again and again: "Calm down, Wang, you calm down first, don't be impulsive about this matter, don't be impulsive!"

The handsome Mexican boy rushed out of the kitchen with two bright boning knives in his hand, and shouted, "Boss, who should you chop?"

The youths hurriedly called the police, and some people wanted to take pictures. The cowboy had a quick eye, and went up and grabbed all the mobile phones that took pictures and threw them into the bucket.

As long as the main board is burned, the phone is finished.

Kobe also came to stop Wang Bo, but the expression on his face eased a little. The scene of the young man being beaten just now made him feel relieved.

The police who received the report came later, and Robert led the team. Seeing Lao Wang blinking: "Don't tell me, this matter is related to you again."

Old Wang said: "Actually, it has nothing to do with me, but if the road is uneven, people will step on it, and if things are uneven, someone will take care of them. I can't watch my friends being bullied and insulted!"

Seeing the arrival of the police, the young people regained their spirits. Lao Wang split a table with his legs, and the young people calmed down again.

Someone was quite clever and shouted, "This is a threat!"

Lao Wang sneered and said, "What kind of threat is it if I smash my own table?"

Robert nodded: "He's right."

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