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Chapter 838 Good Man Yang Luo
Looking at the blue Porsche, Yang Luo's mood can be described by the title of a song.

That's why biu is so cool.

John brought Mesef to make trouble for him, but he was met by Matsumoto, who was blind. The point is, Matsumoto sneered in front of a world-class boxing champion. Shocked by a punch KO on the ground.

Hey, after all, they met each other once, so Yang Luo can't just watch Matsumoto die.

So Yang Luo also acted as a kind person once, took out his phone and called the police, claiming that his friend was attacked by terrorist gangsters, and instantly added that the other party had a gun.

When the staff on the phone said to call the police as soon as possible, Yang Luo smiled with satisfaction, put down the phone, and drove towards Barcelona.

In a remote wasteland in Santander, Matsumoto fell to the ground half dead, except for the gasping breath in his mouth, he was no different from dead.

John stepped forward to take a look, and asked worriedly, "Aren't you dead?"

Mesef shook his head, put on the coat in the car, and said, "Don't worry, I've already shown mercy, this guy is only in a coma for a short time."

Only then did John feel relieved, as long as no one died.

Seeing the other party lying on the ground pretending to be dead, John took out his mobile phone and kept taking pictures.

"Aren't you Yang Luo's good friend? I'll let Yang Luo see what his current good friend has become. I'll make Yang Luo feel guilty for the rest of his life." After speaking, Matsumoto sent it to Yang Luo.

Yang Luo, who was driving the car, heard the phone ringing, looked at it, and immediately laughed. Matsumoto was beaten into a dead dog, which is so interesting, isn't he too bad.

Yang Luo felt that being a human being should not be so bad.

Quickly replied, "I feel guilty for my friend, you bastards, you will definitely be punished by God."

Looking at Yang Luo's reply, John laughed out loud.

"Guilty, what I want is to make you feel guilty for the rest of your life." After finishing speaking, John stepped on Matsumoto's face, hearing the crackling sound in the air, John couldn't mention how happy he was.

"Yang Luo, I'll give you a chance now. If you come back immediately, I'll let your friend go."

Yang Luo replied: "Wait for me"

John put away the phone in peace and waited for Yang Luo to take the bait.

Yang Luo put down the phone, smiled, picked up the phone again and dialed the police number: "My friend is dying, where are you, if you don't come back, I will sue you, and I will find our embassy. "Yang Luo pretended to be very anxious on the phone. When the other party heard that he wanted to find the embassy, ​​he immediately became nervous and promised that Yang Luo would rush to the scene within 10 minutes.

Only then did Yang Luo put away the phone in satisfaction.

"John, just wait." After saying that, he stepped on the gas pedal again and ran away with a bang.

"Mesef, after Yang Luo comes later, you know what to do." John was smoking a cigarette at the side, he was settled today, Yang Luo must die today.

Meserve wiped his fist with a towel, and said, "Don't worry, I'll let this kid know how powerful I am once I punch down."

John nodded: "I remember that Tyson seems to have something to do with Yang Luo."

Meserve looked disdainful: "Mike, his era is over, and I will start a new era."

After hearing this, John became more confident, glanced at the fainted Matsumoto on the ground, and stepped on it with his foot: "Wait for me, when Yang Luo comes, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life when I see you in such a miserable state. "

As soon as the words fell, seven or eight police cars rushed up in the distance, and the police inside rushed down, armed with live ammunition, "Listen, people in front, put down your weapons, we are the police."

John froze for a moment, watching the policemen point their guns at him, and the cigarette in John's mouth fell to the ground.

"What's the situation, this isn't a movie, is it?"

At this time, the police saw Matsumoto under John's feet, especially when they saw that he was still Asian, and the policemen's eyes suddenly widened.

You must know that if foreigners are kidnapped or encounter accidents in their own cities, these police officers will be punished to varying degrees. In severe cases, they will lose their jobs.

Thinking of this, the police shouted loudly: "Let go of the hostages, I will count to three, otherwise, we will be rude to you."

"1...2..."

"Fuck, what's the situation, you're not kidding me, why did the police come here?"

"Tranquilization gun, tear gas, shooting"

Everything~ Whooshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Countless tear gas bombs were thrown at John for free, and anesthesia guns were fired all at once. John had never seen such a scene before.Turn around and run away: "Damn it, have these policemen got their heads wet? I'm Master John, ahem..."

John burst into tears, and soon the tranquilizer gun was shot, and both John and Mesef fell to the ground and passed out.

John never dreamed that these policemen actually called Yang Luo, and at this time Yang Luo had already arrived in Barcelona, ​​ready to meet with Sandro.Yang Luo parked the car in the parking garage of the stadium, and then walked leisurely into the stadium.

At this time, Sandro looked anxious on the court. He was very worried about Yang Luo, but Yang Luo said he would not let him intervene. He could only be anxious here. To be honest, Yang Luo was taken away by Matsumoto. He watched the game even today. The mood is gone.

But when Yang Luo appeared in front of him intact, Sandro rushed over in a hurry.

"What's the matter, Matsumoto can do it for you, right?"

Yang Luo felt relieved, the current Matsumoto must have been sent to the hospital by the police for emergency treatment.

"Very well, let's go in,"

In fact, Yang Luo really didn't want to come to watch Bolt's game, but his teammates were very curious. The most important thing was that there was Chinese player Su Feiren in this game, so Yang Luo came to take a look.

It was also the first time for Yang Luo to see the performance of Chinese people abroad.

Just when Yang Luo was about to walk in, the phone rang again.

"Yang Luo, do you agree or not? If you don't agree, I'm going to cry." Zhang Xiao threatened Yang Luo on the phone.

Yang Luo was confused when he heard that.

"Why don't you cry? How many things have you done this day?" Yang Luo said impatiently. He had just experienced life and death, and he didn't care about himself as a child. He was crying when he came up. .

Zhang Xiao was taken aback.

"Yang Luo, you won't forget, right? I didn't mean to tell you to watch Bolt's game. By the way, you should have a match with this guy. Don't you forget. Zhang Xiao is sweating all over his body now , but he promised to be a good fan in the post bar.

If Yang Luo didn't go, wouldn't that be a slap in the face for him?

The current fans in the post bar are watching the video anxiously in front of the computer. They hope to see Yang Luo's figure. After all, the owner of the post has said it all, so an exciting battle is about to begin.

Zhang Xiao anxiously waited for Yang Luo's reply.

Yang Luo smiled and made a joke with Zhang Xiao.

"When did I promise you? I'm busy now, so I don't have the time to go to Barcelona." In fact, Yang Luo's words revealed a lot of information, but Zhang Xiao didn't hear it, and burst into tears immediately: "Yang Luo , don’t mind, you are helping me, if you don’t go, I will really cry.”

"Beep beep..."

Regardless of Zhang Xiao's threats, Yang Luocai hung up the phone and walked into the arena with Sandro.

(End of this chapter)