Midnight street racing at 213

  In the desolate wilderness, the wind howled, and the moon hid behind thick clouds. In the countryside, there were no streetlights on the dirt roads, only the big lamp of the Yajia illuminated everything.

  Four young men with fan-shaped faces surrounded him, the small shovels in their hands gleaming with cold light. In this situation, there was no need for any nonsense, they directly flipped over the matter, and on the car, a lively and beautiful woman was waiting for everyone to enjoy.

  Four men rushed up, Liu Ziguang faced them calmly, kicked out two loud kicks, and the other two covered their crotches and squatted down, their faces twisted in pain. The third person swung a dagger to stab him, but Liu Ziguang seized the dagger with one hand and stabbed it into the opponent's thigh, causing him to scream and fall to the ground. The last man turned around and ran away, Liu Ziguang chased after him for two steps, kicked him over, and stomped on his ankle bone, making a cracking sound as the bone shattered.

  In less than ten seconds, the other party was completely overturned. Liu Ziguang got into the Honda CR-V and carried out Wei Ziying, who was drunk like a cat, on his shoulder towards his own car. Wei Ziying, still unclear in her mind, lay on Liu Ziguang's back, with her hair flowing down like a waterfall. The rural wind blew, and Wei Ziying seemed to have sobered up a bit, weakly punching Liu Ziguang twice with her fist.

  Wei Zi Xuan was thrown into the back seat, Liu Zi Guang started the car and left the scene. The four young men who were lying on the ground slowly got up, and the driver took out his phone and dialed a few numbers, saying: "Xiao Bin, I'm Chao Chao, something's happened, hurry up and bring people over to help me block a car."

  Liu Ziguang drove silently, the fifth-generation Accord speeding along the wide road, the streetlights on both sides flying backwards like a flash, Wei Ziyuan in the rearview mirror twisting her body in her seat, one hand tearing at her collar, seemingly hot and wanting to take off her clothes, her tongue sticking out to lick her lips, looking very thirsty.

  Suddenly, Wei Ziyuan pounced on him, her hands wrapped around Liu Ziguo's neck, breathing hot air with a hint of alcohol into his ear. In such a sultry scene, Liu Ziguo was surprisingly unmoved, calmly driving the car without reducing speed. Suddenly, he turned the steering wheel and flung Wei Ziyuan to the back seat. The car screeched to a halt at the edge of Street Heart Park.

  Liu Ziguang got out of the car with a cold face, opened the door and pulled Wei Ziyun out, ignoring her struggles and kicks, carrying her under his arm towards the fountain pool, and when he reached the front, without any hesitation, he threw Wei Ziyun into it.

  With a splash, water splashed everywhere, Wei Zixuan was instantly soaked from head to toe. The cold water stimulated her, and her dizzy brain also cleared up a lot.

  "Are you awake? If not, soak for a while." Liu Ziguang said coldly, lighting up a cigarette by himself. The moment the match was struck, it illuminated his ruthless face.

  Wei Zi Xuan didn't say a word, silently crawling out of the pool with her hair completely wet and her clothes soaked and clinging to her body, revealing every curve. This was the second time she had lost face in front of Liu Zi Guang.

  A gentle breeze blew, and Wei Zixuan, whose hair was still dripping with water, couldn't help but let out a few sneezes. She tightly wrapped her arms around herself, looking very cold. Liu Ziguo shook his head, threw away the cigarette butt, took off his suit jacket and draped it over Wei Zixuan's shoulders.

  Wei Zi Xuan tightly pursed her lips, neither refusing nor thanking him, but simply lowered her head and shivered. Under the dim streetlights, by the fountain pool, a car, two people, it was like an urban romance silhouette. The only regret was that these two people were not leaning against each other, but standing face to face in embarrassment.

  The tranquility didn't last long, the roar of engines grew louder and closer, more than 20 motorcycles and sports cars with gleaming headlights surrounded us from all directions. The modified xenon headlights shone brightly, on top of the rough Harley-Davidson motorcycles sat men wearing black leather jackets with shiny decorations, the sports cars were also Audi TTs, BMW Z4s, Mercedes-Benz CLKs, neither high nor low-end models.

  These people didn't get out of the car, nor did they speak. They just revved the engine and stared coldly at the two people illuminated by the headlights. Wei Ziyu subconsciously grabbed Liu Ziguo's hand, which was very large and warm, instantly calming her racing heart.

  Look at their posture, they probably want to have a competition. Liu Ziguang pulled Wei Ziyuan and said in a low voice: "Get on the car!"

  Two people got into the old car, Wei Zixuan hadn't fastened her seatbelt yet, Liu Ziguo stepped on the accelerator and left. This old car occasionally has some minor faults, but at critical moments it never fails, under the fierce acceleration, a kind of push-back feeling appeared.

  On the empty road, dozens of cars were crazily chasing and crashing into each other. This was not a car race, but murder. The sports cars were attacking Liu Ziguang's old sedan from left and right like cats teasing mice. The Harley motorcycles were speeding up and slowing down, swaying back and forth in front of and behind the Accord. The violent man sitting in the back seat even wielded two batons to smash the Accord's windows, scaring Wei Ziyun to cover her ears and scream nonstop. Upon hearing the woman's screams, those men became even more excited, letting out coarse laughter.

  Liu Ziguang charged left and right, colliding with those sports cars without any regard. He was driving an old clunker anyway, so even if it got smashed up, he wouldn't be heartbroken. The young masters driving the sports cars were enraged and also went all out, attacking Liu Ziguang from all sides. Wei Ziyun, sitting in the passenger seat, bit her lip tightly, her face deathly pale, with water still dripping from her hair ends. As a white-collar worker at a company, she had never experienced such a thrilling and frightening event. The car was crashing loudly, both rearview mirrors were gone, and the fifth-generation Accord was like a lion being torn apart by wolves, although battered and bruised, it continued to fight on.

  More luxury off-road vehicles joined the chase, including a JEEP Wrangler, Land Rover, and the Honda CR-V that couldn't climb the slope earlier. These cars were powerful and rugged, far more lethal than sports cars. Liu Ziguang's old car was surrounded by them, its front and rear bumpers smashed, four windows shattered, and the air filled with coarse laughter and arrogant shouting. The window of the CR-V rolled down, revealing a young and arrogant face that flipped off Liu Ziguang with a middle finger.

  Liu Ziguang also rolled down the window, contemptuously sticking out his little finger to gesture at the CR-V. The CR-V owner was furious, violently hitting the steering wheel and forcing Liu Ziguang against the guardrail. The steel guardrail scraped against the car body, producing a piercing sound. This old car is completely ruined today.

  Although surrounded by strong enemies, Liu Ziguang still drove the old car left and right, in this situation, it was a contest of the car's horsepower and thickness of the iron plate, and human bravery had little to do with it. Liu Ziguang, who never fell behind, was really at a disadvantage this time, but a hint of a smile floated on his mouth, he hadn't felt this kind of fighting for a long time.

  Suddenly, the headlights in front flickered, and four tall mud trucks were slowly driving, occupying the fast lane, slow lane, and shoulder of the road, leaving no gap at all. The young masters who drove sports cars were furious and honked their horns loudly, but the other party ignored them and continued to drive slowly.

  A mud-caked truck blocked the way ahead, forcing these crazy racing cars and motorcycles to slow down. They were seething with rage, honking their horns loudly and shouting curses. Suddenly, a convoy of heavy-duty trucks appeared from behind, all of them massive, rugged mud-caked vehicles with enormous bodies, each wheel taller than the sports cars.

  Liu Ziguang took out his phone and pressed the hands-free button, cursing: "You're coming so late, I've almost been played to death by these little brats."

  Ma Chao's voice came from the phone: "Guang Ge, you watch out, see how I'll deal with these little brats."

  The guys driving luxury cars finally realized something was wrong, with roadblocks ahead and pursuers behind, all of them were extremely rugged off-road vehicles. The situation took a drastic turn, the people who were bullying others just now have become the ones being bullied, no matter if it's BMW, Audi or Highlander, in front of these behemoths they can only be considered as trash.

  The dump trucks were delivering sand to the construction site all night, and when they received Liu Ziguang's distress call, they had just unloaded the sand and were empty. As soon as they heard the boss's summons, the drivers' spirits lifted, and Liu Ziguang deliberately drove onto the road in the southern development zone. The dump truck team laid an ambush here, waiting for the other party to take the bait.

  The outcome is predictable, those powerful and sleek luxury cars and arrogant SUVs, surrounded by muddy trucks, are like small boats in the ocean, drifting with the wind and rain. This is still the result of the muddy truck drivers showing mercy, if they really wanted to get rid of them, it would be as simple as stepping on the gas pedal. After all, they didn't want to cause any loss of life, just a light scratch or squeeze.

  After more than ten minutes, all these luxury cars broke down. Several cars crashed into the guardrail and their airbags were deployed. Some were hit so hard that their engines died and they stopped in the middle of the road, spewing smoke everywhere. The most miserable one was a Honda CR-V, whose doors were dented, tires were deflated, and front windshield was completely shattered. A dump truck drove up to the CR-V and poured half a load of sand into it, almost burying the people inside alive.

  The only ones who were relatively lucky were those little kids riding Harleys, the muddy trucks didn't dare to crash into them, these things are all wrapped in iron, a slight scratch would turn them into meat pies, it's not worth taking lives.

  The joy of bullying, suddenly the police lights flashed in the distance, the sharp sound of the police whistle got closer and closer. Liu Ziguang took a look and thought it was enough to play, so he gave an order through his mobile phone: "Withdraw!"

  The muddy trucks suddenly dispersed, and Liu Ziguang also turned onto a side road and ran away, leaving behind more than a dozen smoking, dilapidated luxury cars on the empty outer ring road.

  At this moment, Wei Ziyuan has regained her calmness, and there is a hint of blood color on her pale face, but her clothes are still dripping with water. Liu Ziguo continued to drive the battered old car through the city streets, both of them remained silent, maintaining an suffocating silence in the car.

  "Stop the car!" Wei Zixuan suddenly spoke up, Liu Ziguo slammed on the brakes and the old man's car pulled over to the side of the road. Wei Zixuan got out of the car, smoothed her damp hair and said: "Thanks, I'm home." Then she took off her suit jacket and handed it to him saying: "Your clothes."

  Liu Ziguang got off the car to pick up his clothes, but unexpectedly Wei Ziyuan threw away her clothes, opened her arms and pounced on him, tightly wrapping herself around Liu Ziguang's waist, burying a head of hair deep in his chest.

  A bus drove by, and Fang Fei, who was on the late shift, sat in a window seat, looking down at a scene unfolding by the side of the road. The girl's mouth was agape with surprise, unable to believe what she was seeing.