Chapter 530 Street Racing

Chapter 530 Street Racing

Li Qiao's writing hand paused suddenly, her gaze darkened, "What's wrong with her?"

If my sister-in-law had an accident in Yingdi, how would she explain to her elder brother when she went back?

Li Qiao asked while putting the documents in her hand on the table, got up and walked in front of the bodyguard, her expression became extremely cold.

The bodyguard did not delay, and explained the cause and effect concisely.

It turned out that Zong Yue had searched the Internet for travel guides in Yingdi, and accidentally found a dessert shop in an alley in the EC area, which was well received by the whole network.

She planned to go shopping when she went out in the afternoon, and planned to buy two desserts, and asked the bodyguard to deliver one to Li Qiao.

As a result, just as she and the bodyguard got out of the car and walked into the alley, a group of black men on motorcycles sped out from it.

The alley was already narrow, so Zong Yue dodged to the side, and the bodyguards immediately protected her, but the speeding party obviously came prepared.

When the second motorcycle passed them by, the driver made a feint, and while the bodyguards were protecting Zong Yue, the person in the back seat took advantage of the loophole and directly reached out and snatched Zong Yue's handbag.

Apparently the notorious motorcycle robbery party, especially fond of grabbing the purses of Asian tourists.

Fortunately, their purpose was only to rob, but nothing major happened.

But what completely confused the bodyguard was that the moment the last motorcycle of the Speeding Party passed by, he saw Zong Yue, who was weak and gentle, kicked the driver off at a very tricky angle.

Even the motorcycle fell to the ground and slid two meters away.

After doing this, Zong Yue ran forward and kicked the black driver on the temple, knocking him unconscious, then lifted the motorcycle from the ground, straddled his legs, stepped on the clutch, twisted his wrist, and with a sullen face to go.

Fortunately, the bodyguard reacted quickly enough, and jumped onto the back seat before Zong Yue accelerated.

As a result, a car chase competition was launched on the streets of England.

It was not the first time that the motorcycle robbery party in front had done this kind of thing, but it was the first time they met an Asian-faced girl who took their motorcycle and chased after them crazily.

The bodyguard sat in the back seat, his face was blown to wood.

At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind, the people around Tan Sri were really awesome.

This kind of modified racing motorcycle itself is very heavy, but when she lifted the motorcycle from the ground just now, it seemed that she didn't make any effort at all.

The bodyguard was surprised, but still held his breath and called his companion to report the situation.

This Miss Zong is now desperately chasing those speeding gangsters, regardless of the consequences.

If the other party led them to a slum area with a higher crime rate, I'm afraid it would not be as simple as being robbed.

"Miss Zong, please stop first, give me the motorcycle, and I will chase after you."

The bodyguard's mandarin was not very good, and due to his identity not being too close to Zong Yue, coupled with the excessive speed of the car, only a few sporadic words floated into Zong Yue's ears when he said these words.

In the bitter wind, instead of stopping, the motorcycle picked up speed again.

Even at the moment when the lights at the intersection were about to change, this Miss Zong drifted and merged, and threw three words: "Sit tight."

The bodyguard felt like he was on a roller coaster, not only that, Zong Yue's shawl was fluttering behind his head, and he slapped him randomly on the face again and again.

...

At the same time, Li Qiao got the news, greeted Ruid in a hurry, and left Meath town with her bodyguards.

In the parking lot, she stepped on the steps to get into the car. Su Moshi just came back from work, and he slammed the car door and looked at her back and asked, "What's wrong?"

Li Qiao stood on the steps of the car door and turned her head, "I have something to do."

Su Moshi narrowed his eyes, his gaze stayed on her face for half a second, and walked over without thinking, "I'll be with you."

Obviously, he saw the hostility buried deep in Li Qiao's eyes.

After getting into the car, Su Moshi unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, and gracefully rolled it up twice, "Who happened?"

"My sister-in-law." Li Qiao was looking for the location of Zong Yue and the bodyguards with her mobile phone, her tone still unhurried, "I heard that the bag was robbed in the street."

Su Moshi frowned, "The law and order in the center of Port London is good, but if it is a slightly remote place, there are many thieves and robbers. Where did she go?"

At this time, Li Qiao looked at the fast-moving icon on the screen in her hand, and handed it back to Su Moshi, "EC area."

Su Moshi pursed his lips and sighed: "EC is a gathering place for black people, but this is a transportation hub. If you call the police, the police will be dispatched quickly. What do you think?"

"Go and have a look first."

I understand the meaning of not going through the formal reporting channels.

Su Moshi returned the phone to her, folded his legs calmly, and looked out the window, "Turn left, there is a small road that can take a shortcut to the EC area."

The bodyguard glanced at Li Qiao from the rearview mirror, and seeing that she was silent, he quickly turned the steering wheel and turned into the small road on the left.

Fifteen minutes later, Li Qiao looked at the screen and frowned, and turned the phone screen to the side, "What place is this?"

Su Moshi cursed secretly with just one glance, "Slum. Was she robbed or tied up?"

Li Qiao didn't answer, she raised her eyelids and looked in the rearview mirror, "Speed ​​up."

The bodyguard nodded, stepped on the accelerator immediately, and sped towards the slums.

Thanks to Su Mo's familiarity with the Port of London, the commercial vehicle crossed the streets and finally arrived at the slum ten minutes later.

Li Qiao looked at the location on the phone, and Zong Yue's position was two hundred meters ahead.

The group of three got out of the car, and Li Qiao looked around with one hand in her pocket. The streets were narrow, the houses were dense, and there were no modern buildings.

Even though there are traces of the government's reconstruction, many poor people and refugees from outside are still gathered in this area.

And because it is adjacent to the pier, there is a damp and corrupt atmosphere in the air.

"It's in the square in front." Su Moshi looked at the location of her phone, and casually pointed towards a damp alley.

Li Qiao responded, and the two walked into the narrow alley side by side, with the bodyguard following cautiously at the end.

In a blink of an eye, a dilapidated circular square full of garbage and dilapidated buildings was in sight.

As they approached, the roar of motorcycles and the shouts of the crowd almost broke through the sky.

Twenty or thirty people gathered around the square at this time. They formed a circle, and everyone's face was full of malicious excitement.

Among the crowd, Zong Yue and the bodyguards stood beside the motorcycle, while there were seven or eight bikers sitting or standing opposite them.

Most of them were black, and the leader was holding a pink handbag. Amid the shouts of the crowd, he took out a wallet from it and counted the banknotes one by one.

Sure enough, Asians have money.

There are not many things in Zong Yue's handbag, but there are many documents, including her passport, and... the bank card that Li Jun gave her.