"The young people nowadays are really becoming more and more ignorant. They dare to do whatever they want because they have power and power. I really think no one can control them." Xiao Mingbo said expressionlessly.

After listening to it for so long, Xiao Mingbo probably knew what was going on. Several young men with extremely arrogant behavior drove expensive sports cars. After hitting someone, they were unreasonable and did not take the toll station people into their eyes. They were extremely arrogant. Needless to think about it, they were powerful young men. These young men who rely on their power were undoubtedly the group of people he hated the most, because Xiao Mingbo himself was a cadre who grew up from the grassroots class. He had gone through a lot of hardships to get to the current deputy division level with his real ability. Therefore, Xiao Mingbo was very disgusted with those rich, powerful and acted like arbitrary.

Turning his head to look at Wan Zixuan, Xiao Mingbo asked, "Do you want to call the police to come and deal with it?"

"Someone must have called the police, but I don't think it's useful. If someone dares to be so blatant, he must have something to rely on." Wan Zixuan curled his lips.

"Look, wow, this is McLaren P1, a sports car worth more than 10 million yuan. I didn't expect that I could see one in our Ji'an City. These young men are really rich. The front of the car was smashed. The repair fee alone is probably enough to buy another luxury car." At this time, a new audience seemed to be an enthusiast of car, and introduced to the people next to him.

Wan Zixuan looked at the yellow sports car that looked very brand new in surprise. Although he knew a little about the car, he was not a car enthusiast. For people in his circle, he didn't need to use cars to decorate his identity at all, and no one could drive such a high-profile car because it was simply a cheating man. Therefore, he had never seen the McLaren logo, only to hear it, but he didn't expect that the yellow sports car would cost more than 10 million.

"The rich family smells like wine and meat, and the road is frozen to death." Wan Zixuan sighed. When he said this, he also thought of his absurd life before. Before he was reborn, he and these people were actually worth nothing.

Wan Zixuan just sighed and looked forward again. The one who collided directly with the sports car was a BMW. The two in front were innocently affected, one Honda Civic and one Volkswagen Sagitar. Except for BMW, the other two were ordinary cars. The owner of the BMW was still a young lady, dressed quite charmingly and did not suffer any obvious damage. There were only a few places where the skin was broken. I was hit just now. If she hadn't had her seat belt tied up, she would have fallen down now.

Even so, at that moment, she still felt like she was walking at the gate of hell. Her head was still dizzy now. She wondered if she had a concussion. After getting off the car, she wanted to argue with the other party. The other party seemed disdainful to her and didn't even look at her directly. His companions came up and turned around and asked her to pay a million, which made her so angry that she was so angry that she was smoking.

I wanted to argue with the other party. The other party had five or six men and several female companions. She could not say that she had more than ten mouths and felt aggrieved in the same place. Fortunately, the other two car owners who were affected by her car were reasonable and knew that it was not her fault. In addition, she couldn't stand the other party's behavior, so she stood up to help her argue.

But the three people still couldn't say that more than ten people were talking to each other. The most important thing was that several young people on the other side didn't reason with you. The female companion who was traveling with the other side also stood aside and made some sarcastic remarks, such as "A few hillbilly, do you know that this sports car is worth more than ten of you, and your car is not enough for someone to buy a wheel. I have never seen you who have never seen the market and run out of any primeval forest. Just run back quickly to avoid being treated as a savage and being dropped by the river crabs by this harmonious society...' and so on.

The only person who didn't say anything was the young man driving a McLaren P1 sports car. He seemed to be the heads of a group of people on the other side. He hit the BMW. He was like nothing happened. He stood aside and watched the show silently, with a arrogant face on his face, and he ignored his unreasonable acts, and even held a default attitude.

The two sides argued back and forth, but they still couldn't reach an agreement. The main issue was on the issue of centralized compensation. Logically speaking, if the McLaren sports car rear-ended the BMW, they would have to be fully responsible. However, the man who drove the sports car refused to admit it and asked the female BMW owner to compensate for one million, saying that the cost of repairing the car was at least one million.

There is no doubt that a McLaren sports car worth more than 10 million was hit and the front was sunken. If the car repair money is not worth one million, it would definitely not be able to get it. The other party said that the car repair money would cost one million, and it was not a big talk for the lion. But the key to the problem is that you will compensate others, not others will compensate you. The female BMW owner is right. Why should you pay you one million? Only fools will do that kind of thing.

So the two sides were in a stalemate, and the young people who drove sports cars were not afraid of big things. The noisy was like a party, and they were joking and blackmailed people, not taking people seriously.

The two sides had been talking for more than ten minutes, and the other two Honda and Volkswagen owners who were affected finally couldn't help it. One of them cursed and said a few swear words. A young man immediately turned a blind eye, "You can try another fucking scolding."

The car owner was threatened with such a barely fierce threat. He knew that there were many people on the other side, but when he saw so many people watching, he couldn't stand it. He was stinging his neck and blushing, "I'll scold him again, what do you dare to do to me..."

Before he could finish his words, one of the young men punched him, and then several young men rushed over and punched the owner.

"Hey, hey, how can you hit someone? How can you be so unreasonable?" The female car owner was stunned for a moment, then shouted loudly. Another car owner and the people watching around also echoed. The voices around him pointed at the behavior of several young people, and they were all talking in a low voice, "It's really unreasonable. I'm still beating people like this. Is there any other way to do the king?"

A large group of people onlookers were unanimously attacking each other, fully mobilizing the working people to be vigilant and righteous in spirit to support them, but no one stood up to stop such violent incidents, and the voice of the female BMW owner was even drowned in such noise.

At this time, even Xiao Mingbo couldn't stand it anymore, and cursed "The World of Yanliang". He swung his sleeves and wanted to rush out, but was pulled by Wan Zixuan, "Mingbo, I think your bones are not very beaten. Don't let the fight, but you will be beaten to the point of bruising and swollen face."

Wan Zixuan said half-jokingly. Xiao Mingbo looked gentle and knew that he would not fight at first sight. Wan Zixuan would not rush up. As he said, Wan Zixuan's face turned darker, "Xiao Meng, go up and pull them away. If someone dares to reach out to you, don't be polite, beat me hard, I will take care of it if something happens."

Wan Zixuan was already so angry that he was so angry that he was not reasonable. He even beat people. These people were simply fucking. But what disappointed Wan Zixuan even more was actually a large group of people around him. Among the people watching, there were many pure men with big and thick body, wide body and fat body. None of them came out to stop this behavior. He couldn't help but feel even more sad. The world has changed, and people's hearts are not the same. Everyone swept the snow in front of the door. No matter what others' spirit has been fully demonstrated by the new generation under the impact of the material economy.

"Seeing something like this today makes me feel the sorrow of human nature." Xiao Mingbo sighed.

"Forget it, there are so many such things. Today we have experienced them personally. There is no need to be angry about such things. If you are angry for no reason, it will be your own loss." Wan Zixuan shook his head. People nowadays are afraid of causing trouble and also afraid of causing trouble. As long as the matter is not related to them, few people are willing to lend a helping hand for strangers.

While the two of them were talking, Zhang Meng rushed up, picked up one in one hand, and it was like an eagle catching a chick, and soon threw the five young men aside.

"Male Gobi, who is not a blind grandson, dares to interfere in my idiot business." After the first young man pushed aside by Zhang Meng, he cursed, then swung his fist and swung his head towards Zhang Meng. Then the few men who were thrown by Zhang Meng aside followed him and met him again.

Zhang Meng was born in a poor family since childhood. He couldn't stand these playboys who felt superior and bullied. As soon as he pulled people away, he secretly moved his hands and put a lot of force on his hands. Several young people just felt a huge pain in their arms, so when they saw Zhang Meng, the "caughter", they would kill him with red eyes. Don't you know what Zhang Meng meant? What he wanted was the right opportunity to beat people. If he didn't beat these people hard today, he wouldn't be able to vent the anger he was holding onto. He knew Wan Zixuan's background. No matter how big the matter was, he was not afraid that these people would be able to go against the sky, let alone occupy the word "reason".

The reason why he stood beside Wan Zixuan just now was because Wan Zixuan didn't say anything, but he was almost unable to hold it in his heart.

"You driver is surprisingly good, not like an ordinary armed police force." Seeing Zhang Meng take action, Xiao Mingbo's eyes lit up. He knew that the drivers of local leaders were basically selected from the armed police force. In addition to being a driver, they actually mean to protect the leaders.

"I, a driver, have carefully selected them, and naturally they are outstanding." Wan Zixuan smiled casually, not talking about Zhang Meng's origin, nor did he deliberately hide it from Xiao Mingbo, but there was no need to say it out.

Within a few efforts, a few young men were knocked to the ground and lying on the ground and shouting. Zhang Meng seemed to have just fisted and kicked back a few times, but he was not vague at all. Only a few people who were already lying down knew how heavy Zhang Meng's hand was. He grunted and got up, stood aside and gritted his teeth, but he never dared to rush over again.

"Soldier?" The only young man who didn't say anything was the McLaren sports car that hit the BMW finally spoke, and looked at his companions who were beaten with a gloomy expression.

Zhang Meng looked at the man who was talking coldly, ignored him, helped the two injured male owners up, and then walked straight to Wan Zixuan. The people watching next to him automatically made a way, and Wan Zixuan and Xiao Mingbo standing there became particularly obvious.

"Your person?" The young man was a little angry and embarrassed. Zhang Meng looked at him with an ignorance, which was undoubtedly the greatest contempt for him. He always showed this look at others, and he had never received such treatment.

"So what?" Wan Zixuan replied coldly, and today he was also a playboy.

"If yes, you should stay here too today. It is illegal to intentionally hurt people. I think you are an accomplice." The young man said provocatively.

"Oh, you also know that intentional injury is illegal? Could it be that your companion was not hitting someone, but acting?"

"Perfect, it's your turn to teach you a lesson when we hit people." A companion next to the young man stood up and cursed, then barked around like a mad dog, "Whoever sees us hit people, who sees us hit people."

The people around obviously retreated. They were all applauding Zhang Meng's righteous actions just now, but they became turtles one by one again. It was because many car owners were from Ji'an, and there were a few young masters who often rode on the highway and did not dare to cause trouble at all.

As for some people who don’t know, although I don’t know what background these young people have, I don’t have to think about it and know that they are rich and powerful. Who dares to meddle in other people’s business? If there is any conflict, it will be useless if you get beaten. But if you beat someone, can you afford it?

At this time, a man who couldn't stand it said, but was pulled by a man next to him and told him about the background of several people, and immediately shrank back.

A strange atmosphere was formed at the scene, and the people around were silent, looking at Wan Zixuan and others with pity. The young man was sneering proudly, and he liked others' awe.

In fact, the young man is not as arrogant as other companions. Although he is also arrogant, he disdains to be aware of ordinary people. Today, someone just gave him this newly bought McLaren sports car, so he came out to race with these people and enjoy the wonderful feeling of extreme racing. However, he did not expect that when he encountered such a thing, this sports car that someone had just given was still very much loved, so he agreed to the behavior of his companions just now.

However, no matter how low-key it is, there is a conflict at this moment, and the people on his side suffer another loss. It is obvious that the young man cannot remain silent. If the other people are so arrogant and arrogant, then his arrogance is at the core. He usually does not get angry easily, but when his companions are beaten, he can't say nothing, otherwise it will be underestimated. Who will still convince him in the future?
Chapter completed!