Chapter 291 Actually, I'm here to grab money

When I said this on the weekend, I used Chinese, the most correct Mandarin.

The driver is a young man in his thirties, with a big waist and a shaved head. Although he didn't understand the meaning of the Chinese words on the weekend, he still guessed when he saw the angry eyes on the weekend.

consciously, the driver shrank his head and a little imperceptible panic flashed in his eyes. He paused, choked his neck and asked again, "Sir, are you that person? If so, I won't take you. Get out of the car!"

When the driver said this, he really parked the car on the side of the road.

"Hey!" On the weekend, I saw the driver parked the car by the roadside, with a grited sneer. Looking at the arrogant and somewhat cowardly expression of the driver, I didn't think about it. On the weekend, I raised my hand and threw a slap in the driver's face.

Bang!

The slap was not only loud, but also came too fast. The driver didn't respond when he was beaten. He stared wide and stared at the smiling weekend. What burst into his eyes was dullness and panic. Of course, it was more unwillingness and disdainance.

"This dog is just a bedside man in a small country. Where the hell did you get your sense of superiority?" On the weekend, I used Japanese this time. After listening to it, the driver's face was as ugly as shit.

"You...that..." While the angry driver said this, he raised the water bottle next to him and was about to hit the forehead of the weekend.

However, although his momentum was very strong, his speed was too slow. Almost at the same time as he grabbed the glass bottle, almost as he spoke, he punched him hard in the eye on the weekend.

Bang!

Although the punch on the weekend did not use dark force, it was also fierce. The sandbag-sized fist bombarded the driver's left eye, causing the Japanese driver who wanted to pounce on the weekend to hit the door. The force was so strong that it directly smashed the glass of the car.

After the punching on the weekend, the driver's left eye had turned into a panda eye, and his eyelids narrowed into a crack. In an instant, he had swollen and taller, as if he had piled dog shit on his left eye.

"Can we Chinese people discriminate against as your dog?" A cold flash flashed in his eyes on the weekend, and he questioned coldly.

The place where the driver parked is the place where other taxi drivers park and wait for others, and there are more than a dozen taxis. Every line has its own connections, and so do taxi drivers. Most of them know each other. On the weekend, the driver smashed the glass of the door, which was very dynamic, so it attracted other taxi drivers.

These Japanese drivers were also united and surrounded the taxis on weekends almost in an instant.

"A dog is a dog, and a group of dogs are still dogs?" On the weekend, he saw the taxi drivers outside the door rubbing their hands one by one, pretending to open the door. He did not panic. He raised his hand and grabbed the middle-aged driver who had been beaten by him. "Open the door, I want to see how you Japanese dogs can bite people in a team!"

The taxi driver, who was almost stunned by the weekend, hurriedly opened the locked door. Immediately, he kicked open the co-pilot's door on the weekend and slapped the middle-aged driver fiercely before going out.

The poor are often smaller than the rich. In order to hide their eyes and ears, the weekend is not a suit, but a very simple casual dress, and it is also specially prepared by Dulong for others to wear old clothes and trousers.

On his feet is a pair of military green worn sneakers that have been eliminated for several years. The lower body is a pair of whitewashed ripped jeans, and the upper body is an old black vest sweatshirt. As for his flowing maple hair, it has also been shaved into a capable half inch before getting on the plane.

The bronze skin on the weekend, coupled with this ragged and clean clothes, is not mistaken for a beggar, but it looks like a rural migrant worker who has just come out.

Looking at the weekend coming out of the taxi, these surrounding Japanese drivers thought so.

He glanced at more than a dozen unfriendly taxi drivers around him. On weekends, he pointed to the broken car glass with his little finger, pointed to himself with his thumb, and said with a smile in Chinese: "I broke the car glass. If you want me to lose money, I won't give you a penny. If you want to teach me a lesson, follow me if you have the courage!"

Seeing a group of drivers looking at themselves with a stunned expression, they arrogantly asked to repeat what they had just said in Japanese over the weekend. Hearing this, the drivers around him turned pale with anger.

There is a police car 20 meters away. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble on weekends, after saying this, I raised my foot and walked to a few-person place nearby.

"China people?" These dozen drivers carefully recalled what they just said in Chinese on the weekend. Although they could not understand, they more or less heard such a tone of voice on TV, and immediately judged that the weekend was Chinese. At the same time, the middle-aged driver who was beaten on the weekend and dared not come out of the taxi. When he saw that the weekend had lifted his feet and left, he crawled out of the car.

"Brothers, that guy is a man. He not only didn't pay for the bus, but also hit me inexplicably and smashed my glass door. Let's teach him a lesson."

This prime driver is very popular, so as soon as he speaks, he immediately got the approval of more than a dozen other drivers. Immediately, they chased after the weekend viciously.

At the corners of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of more than a dozen drivers chasing him. On the weekend ahead, he smiled coldly and walked fast. He seemed to be a restful walk, but in fact, he was fast. Those drivers ran wildly and never chased him in crowded places.

Soon, I went to an uninhabited alley on the weekend, with a high wall piled up at the end, which was a dead end. Then, he stopped on the weekend and turned to look at the more than a dozen drivers who were chasing him.

"Hey, Zhina, let's see where you're going!" These dozen drivers are not professional thres, and their usual training is limited, so they have been panting for a long time. Seeing that they were in a dead end on the weekend, these drivers stopped ten steps away from him, and then bent down to gasp.

Hearing the name "Chinaman" again, a trace of awe-inspiring murderous intent suddenly flashed on his face that was supposed to sneer on the weekend: "This dog, you deserve to die!"

As soon as this came out, he took the initiative to jump on the dozen drivers on the weekend.

"Send this man's leg!" The middle-aged driver who was beaten on the weekend stood at the end of the crowd and shouted when he saw the weekend rushing up.

Immediately, other Japanese drivers couldn't breathe and threw their fists to the weekend. In an instant, the two sides fought together.

In the face of these Japanese drivers, they are like slaughtering dogs on weekends. They lift their feet and kick over the young man who rushed to the front. Then, they raise their hands to grab the collar of another driver, kick the other party's ** with one knee, and punched another driver's nose.

In less than a minute, more than a dozen drivers were all turned over by him and howled.

"China...China...Kung Fu!" The middle-aged driver, who had been beaten and swollen in his left eye before, was scared when he saw more than a dozen companions who had turned over three punches and two feet on the weekend. He turned around and was about to run away. At this time, the originally clean ground had a pool of urine.

However, what the middle-aged driver never expected was that the weekend would be faster than he could imagine. As soon as he turned around, the weekend had appeared in front of him to block his way.

"Yes, Chinese kung fu!"

On the weekend, he smiled coldly and raised his hand and punched it out. The middle-aged driver's right eye was too strong. One punch made the man with a big and round waist suddenly fly upside down. After flying in the air for more than ten steps, he fell heavily on the wall.

click!

"Ah!" Rolling from the wall to the ground, the middle-aged driver's body made a crisp sound of broken bones. He couldn't care how painful his squinting eyes were and couldn't help screaming.

When other drivers curled up on the ground and howled, they were scared to pee together. They looked at the weekend like looking at the devil.

"The cowardly dog!" On the weekend, he smiled disdainfully and then raised his feet to the Japanese men who lay on the ground and howled.

"No...don't...hero...don't hit us...grandfather... boss...grandpa...don't hit us..."

On the weekend, they walked towards these Japanese men step by step. These bright-looking Japanese men retreated to the wall in the dead corner of the alley while begging for mercy, their eyes full of panic and cowardice. They sit on the ground or half lie on the ground and retreat. Every step back, a urine mark will appear on the ground, like pigs without limbs in a pigsty.

Soon, these Japanese men resisted the corner of the wall. They had no way back. They had no choice but to look at the weekend with a helpless look.

On the weekend, he stopped three steps away from them. At this time, even if he was dressed as a migrant worker in the city, he gave people the feeling of being as tall as a god.

"Kneel down for me!"

When they said this on the weekend, they said it in an almost roaring tone, which made the eardrums of the dozen drivers numb. They were afraid of death on the weekend. Hearing this, they got up and knelt down on the ground. They couldn't help saying it on the weekend. They kowtowed and beg for mercy: "My ancestors... Grandpa, don't hit me..."

Listening to the banging sound of these dozen Japanese men's hair, the weekend, which had been gloomy, suddenly showed a simple smile: "In fact, I'm here to rob money. If you want to live, take out all the money on your body, otherwise, you will all die!"

After listening to the mountain king's words on the weekend, a group of men took out their wallets for fear of being killed by the weekend.

Soon, all their money gathered together, a thick dozen.

"Japanese dog, crawl and bring this money to me!" On the weekend, he pointed to the middle-aged driver and said coldly in a commanding tone.

The middle-aged driver had just been punched into the wall on the weekend and fell from the wall one meter high. At this time, his kneecap had been broken and he couldn't move when he knelt down. He was in pain, let alone climbed in front of him on the weekend. However, he was asked to kneel down and give the money to the weekend on the weekend. How could he resist? Gritting his teeth and survived. It's better than angering this evil god to be killed on the weekend, isn't it?

So, the middle-aged driver picked up the thick pile of yen and crawled to the weekend.

"Grandpa, give it!" It was only three steps away from the weekend, but it took the middle-aged driver to climb there. He knelt on the ground and offered the money with both hands. His eyes were full of panic, afraid that he would be given a good beating on the weekend.

After taking the money into his waist bag on the weekend, he raised his foot and kicked the face of the middle-aged driver kneeling in front of him. The middle-aged driver was kicked upside down again and still hit the wall. When he landed, he had already burped.

"Remember, we Chinese are not from China!"

Turn around and leave on the weekend, leaving a lot of Japanese men kneeling on the ground with a back that they can't forget for a lifetime.

"What are you doing?" That is, while turning around on the weekend, a woman suddenly asked loudly at the exit of the dead end. Looking up, there were several policemen, led by a policewoman, who was questioned loudly.

Seeing these Japanese policemen, they sneered on the weekend and walked to the oncoming policemen, as if the drivers behind him had nothing to do with him.