Last time, Liu Kunlun broke the Qianjiang 125, which was hindered, and sent it to a motorcycle repair shop for a long time. He sprayed and replaced it. Finally, he made a trick and called him to pick up the car. Liu Kunlun took the bus and saw the new Qianjiang Motorcycle. The paint was made again, and he replaced it with two rearview mirrors. The mud and tiles were also sheet metal. When he asked the price, it was 150, not expensive. Liu Kunlun paid for it and was about to leave when he suddenly saw something familiar.

The fiery red streamlined road sports car, double round lights, 160 wide tires, looks like a cheetah ready to go. Isn’t this your own fire chariot?

Next to the repair shop is an off-road club. There are a row of rough-shaped off-road motorcycles parked at the door, and there are also some cool road races, such as Harley, and the fire chariots are parked quietly. There is some mud embedded in the gaps in the tires and the body is covered with dust. It seems that the new owner is not very careful about it.

Liu Kunlun stepped forward and looked carefully. This street run had a deep connection with Su Qing. It was also about Brother Kang and a little thought about Dunhuang. When he owned it, Liu Kunlun often wiped every inch of the motorcycle with a clean towel. Although there were no special marks or scratches on the car, he could be sure that this was his car.

The club department is not big, and there are a group of people playing cards. It looks like they are not the kind of social people with big sarcoma and big gold chains, but agile and tough young man, wearing black leather jackets or colorful racing suits with metal chains, swaying poker around a table, and his voice was shaking the ceiling.

Liu Kunlun asked, "Who is Hong Kawasaki at the door?"

No one paid attention to him and looked back and didn't even look at him. Liu Kunlun was a little angry. He stole someone else's car and was still pretending to be big cloves of garlic. These people were not allowed to clean up. He patiently waited for the game to end. A minute later, the cards were thrown and one person began to shuffle the cards. Liu Kunlun asked again, and finally someone turned his head to look at him, threw a word and said he didn't know, and then continued to touch the cards.

Liu Kunlun went up and kicked the table over, and the playing cards were everywhere. The big men slowly stood up, all taller than him, each of whom was over 1.8 meters tall, with a well-developed biceps and may not be able to play, but they were strong and it was difficult to deal with it when they rushed forward.

"Let's find trouble?" The leading young man looked at Liu Kunlun condescendingly, but did not take action immediately.

"Who rode the red car!" Liu Kunlun glanced at everyone. His eyes were not good, and anyone could tell what was going on. This was not about finding trouble, but about finding someone, or seeking revenge.

"Whose car?" The leader stared at Liu Kunlun and asked the same question, asking the guys behind him.

"My car." A young man of seventeen or eighteen years old came out of the crowd, with a round face and fair face, looking like a student.

"This car is mine, I bought it from Brother Shui for 12,000 yuan." Liu Kunlun said.

"A coincidence, I bought it from Brother Shui, and I bought it on March 7th, which cost 14,000." The round-faced student did not feel guilty as a thief, but was justified. "It was Xiaojun and Si Qing who accompanied me and issued a receipt."

"What about you?" Their boss picked up his arms and looked at Liu Kunlun with a ferocious look.

Liu Kunlun remembered the scene when he bought a motorcycle. At that time, Dunhuang's business was booming. Brother Shui, who sold smuggling cars, was introduced by Brother Kang. This car was originally a favorite of Su Qing, but was taken first by himself. That day, with the northwest wind, Su Qing drove a convertible Peugeot 206CC, wearing a suit and open arms without a helmet, and drove back to Dunhuang. Thinking about it, it was half a year ago, but it seemed like a different life. Brother Kang was gone, Su Qing left, Dunhuang's guys disappeared, and he couldn't even find a proof person.

"Hey, what about you? What proof do you have?" The boss's voice pulled Liu Kunlun from his memories to reality.

"Brother Shui, who sells cars, can prove it." Liu Kunlun took a deep breath and said.

"Call Brother Shuihuo." The boss ordered that they were all motorcycles and were acquaintances with Brother Shui. After a call, no one was found. Brother Shui was arrested by the police for a smuggling case and was waiting for the court, but the phone could not be contacted.

The boss spread his hands and shrugged: "What else do you have to say?"

"I bought this Kawasaki 400 at Brother Shui last November." Liu Kunlun said firmly and unquestionably.

"What do you want?"

"My car, I'm going to ride it."

The boss looked back at the round-faced guy: "Xiaoman, what did you say?"

"I'm so fucking him, beat him!" Xiaoman's face turned red with anger.

Everyone was ready to try.

The boss stopped them and said, "Where are you doing?"

Liu Kunlun was not inferior to a group of strong men: "Where I am, I will do whatever I am."

The boss nodded: "Okay, there are many people, we won't bully you. If you cheat someone, you will say something about it another day. If you overturn my card table, I won't beat you, but you want to apologize to us."

"Apology!" The motorcycle riders shouted. Liu Kunlun felt it was interesting. These people did not have the aura of the world, but instead looked like students. He had never been to school and did not know what the temperament of the students looked like. Maybe this is what it was. He was purely passionate and had the word "justice" in his heart.

"You ignored me just now. I was impatient and turned the table up. I'm sorry." Liu Kunlun bowed his fists and bowed, daring to act.

The boss said, "Okay, I accept it. Let's talk about the car again. The car will definitely not let you ride away today, but you will definitely not be willing to leave just like this. You have to come to us for a later account. Let's make an appointment for a time and place to solve it at one time. If you bring all the people, we will call everyone up. Whoever loses will admit that they are unlucky, how about it."

Liu Kunlun said: "Okay, that's it."

"Tomorrow, at 4 pm, the open space on the bridgehead of the North Bank."

"Okay." Liu Kunlun turned around and left, suddenly stopped and asked, "What do you call you?"

"My name is Zhuang Yu. I run the club. They are all my younger brothers."

Liu Kunlun smiled and drove Lao Ma's Qianjiang 125 back. He didn't tell Lao Ma about this, and he didn't blew the whistle and called for people. Emperor Dun was gone, and the brothers were separated. Liu Kunlun had only one person.

At three o'clock the next afternoon, Liu Kunlun borrowed Lao Ma's motorcycle and pinned a stick on the waist belt. The shape of this thing is similar to a nunchaku, but the front is a short iron-packed head connected by an iron ring. It is powerful when swung, and it will not draw his own hands. It is definitely a powerful tool for gang fights.

The bridgehead of the North Bank is a common place for people to make appointments for people in the near river. This place is located on the north bank of the Huai River. It is an open space below the bridgehead. It is rarely visited by people and birds do not shit. The dual-purpose bridge of railway and highway passes overhead. It is quite a bit like the young man in Beijing courtyard in "Sunny Days".

At 3:50 pm, Liu Kunlun got off the bridge and turned several turns to the bottom of the bridge. He saw the other party coming from afar. There were more than 200 holes, most of them riding motorcycles, and there were three or five cars. A group of people who seemed to be the leader leaned against the car and smoked and chatted, waiting for the opponent to arrive.

Liu Kunlun twisted the accelerator and drove it to the open space opposite them to stop, took off his motorcycle helmet, tied up his hair, turned off the engine, set up his stent, got out of the car, lit a cigarette, and smoked it on his own.

The other party's No. 200 people suddenly looked at Liu Kunlun in silence. The two sides were thirty meters away, and they could see each other clearly. There were swords, guns, sticks, and chariots. The carriage of a pickup truck was filled with bricks for throwing. Even the beautiful girls who worked hard after the war were brought with them. Several long-legged girls sat on the back seat of Harley to pose.

And here there is only one person and one rider, and the strength is huge. It is clear who wins and who loses.

A freight train filled with coal whizzed past the Huaijiang Bridge. The heavy trains pressed the bridge rails and made rhythmic roar, and the earth was shaking. The knights on the opposite side stepped on motorcycles, put on fully enclosed helmets, picked up baseball bats, Japanese knives, and iron chains. They adopted a two-seat combat layout, with riders responsible for driving, and the people in the back seat responsible for fighting. They seemed to be veterans who had been experienced in battle formations.

Liu Kunlun was calm and threw away his cigarette, got in the car, put on a helmet, pulled out his stick, and put on a stance to face the battle.

The motorcycle group started, and the roar of more than a hundred motors was louder than the train above the head. More than a dozen exaggerated Harley Motorcycles in the front line were eager to try. The drivers kept slamming the accelerator, and the battle was about to break out.

Liu Kunlun knew that he would die if he really fought this battle, but he was not afraid at all. Instead, he had a subtle excitement and longing. He died on the battlefield and was wrapped in a corpse. There was nothing shameful about it. He was relieved when he died, and he could meet Brother Kang when he died.

Suddenly, a tall man wearing sunglasses came down from the pickup truck and waved his hand. The roar of the motorcycle suddenly weakened in half. He looked at Liu Kunlun, then walked over, and three more people followed, including Zhuang Yu.

Liu Kunlun lifted his helmet and mask, and was extremely alert. No one was a guy. He walked over and stood there. The tall man in the lead asked with one hand on his hips and said, "Where is your person?"

"It's here." Liu Kunlun said.

The tall man nodded: "Okay, I have a habit." After a pause, he said, "You are from Jinqiao Market, right? I ask me, do you know me?"

"explain."

"This person is named Liu Kunlun, and it has just been transferred for a few months."

Liu Kunlun took off his helmet and had no expression on his face: "Liu Kunlun is me, I am Liu Kunlun, what's wrong?"

The man turned around in the same place, cursed me, and punched Zhuang Yu on the shoulder: "Did you hear it? Can you see it? He is Liu Kunlun. The two of them shoveled a drug base, which is a drug base equipped with automatic rifles!"

Zhuang Yu showed a sudden realization and long-awaited expression. Another young man, seventeen or eighteen years old, said: "I heard from my dad that even an armed police squadron may not be able to take that place."

The man introduced himself: "My name is Zhao Hongbo. These people are my younger brothers. I will recommend you, Xiaozhuang, you have dealt with, Li Xing and Zhan Ziyu."

These three people shook hands with Liu Kunlun in turn. When the motorcycle players behind him shook hands and made peace, they all turned off the fire, and the tense smell was wiped out.
Chapter completed!