Xiao Yang went downhill and stopped slowly.

After coming out of the car, he ignored the ridicule and quietly waited for Kong Zhe to come down.

I waited left and right, but I couldn't see any car coming down from the mountain.

It was already completely dark, and the rich second generation were confused and muttered.

It took a round trip, at most ten or twenty minutes, and now it's almost an hour, and I haven't seen them come down. What happened?

Finally, I saw a light coming slowly from the bottom of the mountain.

The second generation ancestor surrounded him and stretched his neck to see who it was.

Of course it was Kong Zhe.

His car speed is very slow, not much faster than a carriage.

I witnessed something wrong with the black driver with my own eyes, which scared him to death, and my heart is still thumping very quickly.

Along the way, he lowered the speed to the lowest level. Even so, he felt that he almost fell off the cliff several times.

Shaking, he finally stopped the car safely.

He staggered down, his legs became weak and his face pale.

"Kong Zhe, what's going on? What about the black driver?"

"Mr. Kong, why are you driving so slowly? Is there something wrong with the car?"

"..." Seeing that it was Kong Zhe, his friends gathered around him and asked questions.

Kong Zhe did not answer, was in a state of dismay, and inadvertently met Xiao Yang's eyes.

For some reason, his heart trembled and he was frightened and frightened.

Along the way, he thought about it. The black driver ran countless times on Panlong Cliff. Why did something suddenly happen when compared with Xiao Yang?

It was Xiao Yang who plotted against the black driver and pulled him off Panlong Cliff?

Thinking of this conclusion, his heart suddenly trembled and was extremely scared.

Although he usually does a lot of bastards, his things can only be considered small-scale quarrels than murder.

Xiao Yang looked at the time and it was almost eight o'clock. He went back later and was scolded by Wei Lan again.

He separated everyone and came to Kong Zhe, and said lightly: "Kong Zhe, can you tell everyone the result now?"

"result?"

Kong Zhe's mouth twitched. Facing Xiao Yang's bright gaze, he said noddedly: "I lost, we lost..." Everyone was stunned, and then burst into trouble and screamed: "Kong Zhe, are you crazy?"

"How could this guy run back halfway, how could he win?"

"Kong Zhe, did you take the wrong medicine?

Where is the black driver?”

"..." Hearing them mention the black driver, Kong Zhe's body softened and he suddenly collapsed on the ground: "Die, the black driver fell off the cliff..." "What?"

When everyone heard the news, they subconsciously screamed.

The black driver with unparalleled driving skills actually fell off the cliff. He made the explosion just now?

After being surprised, they turned their heads at the same time, staring at Xiao Yang incredibly, with their eyes wide open.

The cool evening breeze blew, and everyone's spine was cold, their face was very abnormal, and they were like a ghost.

This guy, driving this broken Chevrolet, won?

They can't accept this result, isn't this crazy?

If Kong Zhe hadn't looked like he was in a daze, they would have thought Kong Zhe was joking, and it was a super invincible international joke.

They couldn't help but wailed: It's paralyzed. If anyone tells me again in the future, saying that the car cannot win the sports car, I will be anxious with him! "Okay, you all know the result."

Xiao Yang was still in a hurry to go back, and reached out and pointed at several people in succession, "You, you, you... and you, you have all bet two million. Now it's time to fulfill your promise."

One of the young masters was furious when he heard this: "I'm paralyzed, Xiao Yantu, are you crazy?

Two million, are you afraid of storing to death?”

"Um?"

Xiao Yang's eyes turned cold and he jumped up and grabbed him.

"Babababa..." He fired his bow from side to side, slapped several times in a row, almost knocking the young man out of touch.

The rich second-generations stared at the scene in a daze, almost biting their tongues.

"You're going to die!"

A yellow-haired man woke up, screamed, and rushed up the first one.

"roll!"

Xiao Yang didn't look back and shook his legs and kicked Huangmao's stomach.

"ah!"

The yellow-haired screamed and flew out several meters, hitting the ground hard, making his eyes look like stars and almost fainted.

"Who else?"

Xiao Yang let go of the young master who was holding his hands and glanced around.

Facing his plain gaze, everyone's neck shrank and their hearts were bleed.

They rely on their family’s wealth and fight and fight hard, but they are all cowards in nature.

They dodged their eyes and did not dare to look at Xiao Yang at all, for fear of being targeted.

A green hair spoke carefully: "That... I didn't bring that much money, can I write an IOU?"

"Can."

"I write too, I don't bring that much money..." The seven people who bet wrote IOUs, even yellow and green hair were no exception.

Xiao Yang's mouth raised, understanding what they meant.

But he doesn't care. More than 10 million is nothing to him. He just wants to teach these rich second generations a lesson.

He was not so polite to Kong Zhe: "Your two million and this car will be delivered to the villa tomorrow morning, otherwise you will go find your fourth uncle to ask for it!"

Kong Zhe wailed in his heart, and collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up.

Xiao Yang glanced at the audience, his eyes sharp and said coldly: "Who dares to talk to my wife anymore, I'll kill him!"

Everyone's body stiffened, trembling slightly, and their necks were cool.

Some people have poor kidneys and feel that it feels hot between their legs and the evening breeze is blown, making it cool.

Xiao Yang was too lazy to say more, so he drove the broken car and left staggeringly.

Watching Chevrolet gradually move away, it took a long time to see the yellow and green hairs that suffered a great loss to move.

"Bah! This grandson dares to come and ask for money, I want him to crawl back!"

"I'm paralyzed. I haven't suffered such a big loss yet. If my dad knew about it, he would definitely kill this grandson!"

"Damn it, let him wait!"

They shouted wildly to hide the fact that they had just admitted defeat.

They wanted to get back their face when Xiao Yang asked for money, but they didn't know that Xiao Yang didn't take them seriously at all.

Kong Zhe wanted to cry but no tears. What's the reason for this?

...Xiao Yang headed straight to Yijingyuan.

It's already past eight o'clock now, and today's scolding seems to be unable to escape.

However, he had long been used to the bad attitudes of the Kong family towards him and would not take them seriously at all.

Sure enough, as soon as I got home, I saw Wei Lan sitting on the sofa watching TV, her face as gloomy as water.

Seeing him come back, Wei Lan looked at him in question: "Where are you and Kong Zhe going crazy?"

"I didn't do anything, just chat."

Wei Lan sneered: “Is that so?

When did you and Kong Zhe be so good?"

"It was not good before, but today it was good. He even said he wanted to send me a car."

Wei Lan snorted coldly: "I don't have time to care about your messy things! Stay away from Kong Zhe in the future and don't learn all the messy things from him!"
Chapter completed!