Urban God-level Selection System

Zhang Wanlin said to Xia Zhitao: "I have to help my uncle now, you go back first."

Xia Zhitao took Zhang Wanlin's hand: "No, we are here today for you. You have to go together."

"I can't walk away now."

"Why can't you leave?"

Xia Zhiyu walked over slowly and stood in front of the contractor: "How much do you give Zhang Wanlin a day?"

The contractor said: "80.

All the small workers in our place are at the same price, and they are already considered to take care of him. "

"Then I will give you 1,000 and do all the work for him, do you want to?"

The head contractor's eyes lit up: "Yes! As long as you give it."

Xia Zhiyu took out a stack of money from her bag and gave it to the contractor without counting, "Go back, I will use this person."

Lu Gang stood in front of the phone again, looking at the screen on the phone, his teeth tickled with anger.

This Zhang Wanlin is far closer to Xia Zhitao than he thought.

He must take care of Zhang Wanlin.

At this moment, he saw from a distance a line of motorcycles were coming frantically, vast and mighty, then what was it?

"Boss, who are these motorcycles?"

The local boss stepped forward to look, and he was so frightened in a cold sweat: "These are a gang in the old town. They are all young people who usually fight and fight."

"To be honest, we are most afraid of offending these people. If they don't handle it, there will be human lives.

There is no reason to say it. "

"Nobody cares?"

Lu Gang was curious.

"This is the old town, who dares to manage.

Unless it is the new city area, as long as you dare to make trouble, you will be shot at any time. "

"Then what are they going to do?"

"This posture is generally to find trouble.

It seems that someone is going to be unlucky again. "

Lu Gang frowned instinctively: "Isn't it looking for you?"

The Tu boss shivered, "How dare I provoke them? It's too late to avoid them.

This scale should be revenge.

There was also one before, it was a large-scale fighting with the gang next door. "

"I still have videos. To be honest, these people are killing them."

The head contractor left contentedly. He sniffed the brand-new banknotes, with the fragrance still left on them.

To be honest, it would be great if everyone was as easy to talk as this woman.

Xia Zhiyu patted Zhang Wanlin on the shoulder: "Zhang Wanlin, let's go, I can buy you."

"Let's go, I'll go with you."

Zhang Wanlin was about to get into the car when he suddenly heard a little messy sound. His ears moved. With his talent, he could clearly distinguish which sound was, even if the sound was very small.

It's a motorcycle.

A lot of motorcycles.

"Quick! Get in the car!"

Zhang Wanlin shouted instinctively.

At this time, Xia Zhiyu was still standing on the spot, but she was taken aback when she heard Zhang Wanlin's voice.

Densely packed motorcycles came at a swift speed.

It was like a black storm sweeping from the end of the road to this side.

Someone wielded a stick: "It's him!"

"Brothers, found him, **** him!"

"There is a girl next to him! Haha, **** her away!"

A group of people are fighting high.

Where did Xia Zhiyu have seen such a battle, and was shocked, completely unable to walk.

Xia Zhitao looked at it at a loss, with a panic expression on her face.

Both of them are spoiled and spoiled, and both walk in the upper-class society, so naturally they will not touch the bottom of the society.

Zhang Wanlin closed the rear door and immediately hugged Xia Zhiyu in his waist and walked to the main driver's seat.

"Zhang Wanlin, what is going on?"

Xia Zhiyu asked.

Zhang Wanlin only said, "Get in the car later, go straight, leave me alone."

"What about you?"

Zhang Wanlin did not answer.

He quickly put Xia Zhiyu on the car, and as soon as he closed the door, a motorcycle drove by and hit him on the back with a swing.

Bang bang! Many sharp weapons hit the Porsche Cayenne, and the glass was patterned.

Xia Zhiyu blasted the accelerator and drove forward quickly. Xia Zhitao yelled from the back seat, "Sister, Zhang Wanlin hasn't gotten into the car yet!"

Porsche left, leaving only Zhang Wanlin surrounded by a group of motorcycles.

All the workers on the construction site looked timidly. As people living here, they certainly knew how terrifying the group of people in front of them was.

The scene was transmitted to the live broadcast room through the camera of a mobile phone, and all the students were worried about it.

"Why didn't Zhang Wanlin get in the car?"

"As long as he saves Xia Zhitao's sister, it is impossible to get in the car.

No time. "

"There are so many people around him now, which is obviously too bullying."

"We must call the police!"

...Lu Gang asked the local boss next to him; "Can this call the police?"

The Tu boss shook his head quickly, "It's useless, the police time has basically been resolved here."

Originally, Lu Gang's thoughts of wanting revenge disappeared instantly, and he was only concerned about how to save Zhang Wanlin.

After all, Zhang Wanlin is a student no matter how much he hates him.

Porsche completely shook off the motorcycle behind, and Xia Zhiyu was in shock.

If it weren't for Zhang Wanlin's decisive action just now, then their sisters would probably be there.

Xia Zhitao cried anxiously, "Sister, Zhang Wanlin hasn't gotten into the car, what should he do now?"

Whether he will have anything is her current concern.

There are still traces of their smashing left on the glass of the car, which is horrible.

If Zhang Wanlin fell into their hands, the consequences would be disastrous.

She suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and quickly turned on the phone to enter the live broadcast room in the group.

Sure enough, the scene of Zhang Wanlin was playing in the live broadcast room.

Xia Zhiyu took out his cell phone, "I will call the police now."

At the gate of the construction site, Huang Mao got off the motorcycle, picked up an iron rod, and dragged it on the ground and walked over; "Boy, aren't you dragging, why, are you still dragging now?"

"You hurt many of our brothers yesterday. You really belonged to you."

Zhang Wanlin stepped back, looked at each other calmly, and scanned the surroundings with his peripheral vision.

Anyone around may suddenly give him a knife or a sap.

This is the experience of two lives since he fought.

The second uncle looked anxiously: "Brothers, anyhow we are friends who have worked together for many years, please help my nephew."

The others shook their heads one after another.

Who doesn't know that these people are not easy to mess with?

Today they helped, maybe tomorrow they will be underhanded, and many people die like this.

In addition, we must also consider the safety of family members. If it affects them, what can we do?

No one wants to help.

The second uncle wanted to go out, but what is his ability to help the disabled?

And there are children to raise at home, what should he do if something goes wrong?

After thinking about it, I didn't know how to solve it.

"Today, I'm going to show you what is the king of heaven, Lao Tzu!"

Huang Mao turned towards Zhang Wanlin's forehead with a stick.

This iron rod was left over from the construction site and was full of rust. Needless to say, it must be serious when it hits a person's head.

Zhang Wanlin didn't retreat, but flew straight ahead, hitting Huang Mao's nose with a beautiful knee.