"Humph, don't worry, I won't die even if I don't hold the handlebars with both hands." After saying that, he really let go of the motorcycle handlebars with both hands, quickly carried his back behind him, and grabbed my...

Damn it, do you know what plucking a tiger's hair is?

I remember that when Han Luoyin and I were not familiar with each other before, he was afraid that I would rush out of the car and accidentally pressed my chest.

But this man obviously wanted to take advantage of me. His hands that invaded my breasts kept grabbing at me. I felt like he was getting tired of living!

"If you don't take your hands away, I will cut off your hands, do you believe it?" After saying the cold words, he was stunned for a moment, and immediately took away his hands that were grabbing my breasts.

"Hey, why are you so stingy? I just want to capture your two "advantages" without losing any meat."

"Really?" With a condensed smile, I held a hand around his waist and quickly moved to his vitals, and squeezed hard...

"Ah----------" A miserable cry quickly spread throughout the dark streets.

The motorcycle stopped by the roadside, and he sat on the sidewalk with a pale face, while I held my hands in front of me and looked at him with a smile.

"Aren't you too cruel as a woman?" He asked me angrily.

Smiling slightly, he responded in the same tone as before: "I'm just trying to capture your "strengths", and you won't lose any meat!!!"

"You..." The man pointed at me painfully, but he didn't know how to fight back.

At this moment, the sounds of countless motorcycles and bright probe lights came from the dark and deep streets.

The man's expression changed, he stood up immediately, grabbed my arm and said, "Quickly!"

As soon as we were about to get on the motorcycle, we were surrounded by 20 motorcycles.

One of the leaders took off his helmet and looked at the man who was leading me with a smile: "Eto'o, the new horse?"

The leader can also speak Chinese. It seems that they are all from Chinatown in South Africa, right?

The man who led me the way was named Eto'o.

His originally nervous expression suddenly turned into a devilish smile. He raised his hand and hung the helmet on the handlebar: "Torres, if you want to compete, you'd better change the time. As for me, and

My woman still has business to attend to!"

I stood aside and watched everything quietly without refuting Eto'o's introduction to me.

"Huh, are you scared?"

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Torres, you have to pay attention to what you say. I have never lost in a competition with you, right?!"

Eto'o finished speaking leisurely, and the man who was looking for trouble laughed with his friends: "In that case, let's have a competition!"

Looking at Eto'o's hands, his fists were clenched, and I could feel that he didn't want to compete with them at all!

"Haha, okay, okay, okay just pretend that I'm scared, can I go?!" With that, Eto'o glanced at me and immediately got on the motorcycle. When I was about to get on the motorcycle, who

Didn't I know that those gangsters suddenly caught me?!

"Hey..." Eto'o frowned slightly when he saw this, but still maintained an evil look: "Why are you arresting my woman?"

"Eto'o, if you don't compete with me, I will rape your woman first and then kill her."

Amen, I’m just thinking of praying to myself right now, rape me first and then kill me?!

Damn it, except for those who dare to say this these days, if they can say it, they are waiting for me to explode their crotches.

Watching all this with an expressionless face, and just about to defeat the men who grabbed me, Eto'o suddenly said: "Okay! Bi!"

Oh, look at this, this guy's character seems very out of character, but he is quite loyal, right?

It just so happens that I don't want to cause trouble in South Africa, so let's ask them to compete.

Gradually, the two motorcycles were running side by side. As the can was kicked up into the sky, the man named Torres was seen escaping out of the motorcycle with a "whoosh".

In contrast, Eto'o remained where he was and remained motionless.

"Why don't you open it?" I asked curiously.

He raised his hand and took off his helmet, and showed me a charming smile: "Huh, in my game, there is never such a word as losing. As long as I want something, I will grab it!"

…………

…………

Ah……

Another domineering man was born. He once said, "As long as I want something, I have to grab it." Then I will see how he can catch up with Torres who has already overwhelmed him!

Finally, when Torres finished a lap, Eto'o slowly put on his helmet and started the car.

I saw that his car was moving forward at a rapid speed. It seemed that his confidence was indeed not arrogance.

"Eto'o will definitely lose this time."

"Yes, Boss Torres put oil in the corner. Eto'o always likes to turn on the inside to save time. If he turns on the inside at this time... hahahahaha."

Holy shit!

My heart tightened and my brows furrowed. From the whispers of those gangsters, I could tell that the reason why Eto'o was great was because he always used the technique of turning small turns on the inside. This technique only has

Only professional racers can master it.

However, if the opponent moves his hands or feet in the small inner bend, then with Eto'o's speed and the curvature of the inner bend, he will definitely fall to death due to the momentum!

Seeing that Eto'o was about to make his first small turn, I didn't even tell him about the ambush set by the enemy at this time.

He opened his eyes wide and prayed that Eto'o would be safe.

When we reached the sharp turn, everyone showed ferocious smiles, except for me who looked nervous.

At this moment, Eto'o's car was seen spinning around a few times at that corner, so he turned the front of the car with great effort to keep the car stable.

"Huh..." He breathed a sigh of relief, while the others looked disappointed.

"It doesn't matter. There are three circular turns in total. He already knows that there is oil there, and he will probably pass the big turn. In this way, the boss will definitely win!"

Damn it, these little love bastards set up a double trap. If they can’t kill Eto’o, they will make him lose in the game? It’s really dark!!!

Wait and see what happens, wait and see what happens. I always feel that Eto'o is not a simple man. Just from his deep eyes, you can tell that he should be very, very smart. These little bastards can't play with him!

The second corner was approaching, and Eto'o did not follow the expectations of those little bastards and continued to drive on the inner ring road.

The motorcycle was slipping, and with every turn, there was a feeling that Eto'o was juggling on the verge of death. Perhaps this was his brilliance, that he held life in his own hands, not the God of Death!!

!

Arriving at the third corner, Eto'o still made beautiful turns, and at the same time overtook Torres, whom he had missed for a lap.

"Fuck! I told him to win again!"

"We are out of luck this time!"

"Yes, Boss Torres made a bet with the gang boss, and this time we lost our lives!"

"What should I do?"

The group of hooligans were muttering on the side, and their meaning clearly implied that Torres still had a bet with others. This time, he could only win but not lose. If they failed, what would the underworld boss who made the bet with them do to him?

Woolen cloth?

Just when I was thinking about it, I saw Eto'o rushing towards me at a fast speed on his motorcycle. The little Gungun who was escorting me around saw this and quickly let go of his hand.

With a "Zi" sound, the rear end of his motorcycle tilted up, and he almost rolled over, but I knew it was just him doing a difficult move!

"Silly bitches, get in the car quickly!!!"

He finished speaking nervously, and I suddenly felt like I couldn't laugh or cry, "Silly bitch?" Is this the word he also called?

Without wasting any more time, I guess I had the same idea as him, that is, Torres would never lose this game like this!

I have already wasted a lot of precious time because of Torres's appearance, so I must not waste any more time, otherwise I will directly kill the group of people blocking the way!

He ran two steps quickly and stepped onto Eto'o's motorcycle. The group of stupid-looking gangsters were just about to chase after him, but Eto'o had already started the car.

"Oh, I know they can't afford to lose. I hate competing with people like this!"

After Eto'o muttered to himself, I was stunned for a moment: "Hey, let me ask you, there is oil at the corner, why do you have to turn hard in the last two corners?"

Eto'o smiled slightly, turned his head and looked at me with a wicked smile: "Do you think I'm handsome?!"

"I think you are a stupid bitch. If you were calling me a stupid bitch, would I tell you to become a woman right now? Believe it or not?!"

Eto'o shrugged his shoulders slightly and shook his head indifferently: "Baby, do you want me to take off my pants and castrate you now?!"

"..." He shouldn't be a relative of Yun Junche anymore, right? Why is he so similar to the old Yun Junche's arrogant personality? The only difference is that it seems that Yun Junche has no ambition,

And this Eto'o is full of ambition!!!

Stretching out my hand, I slowly pinched his shoulders, and I said coldly: "I tell you, Eto'o is not a woman, it's all your fault. You'd better lead the way for me quickly, otherwise I'll force you to do it."

If you are worried, I will wait carefully until you reach the end point, and then I will ask you to see the King of Hell!"

"Yeah, the King of Hell is my uncle, the God of Death is my brother-in-law, and Pluto is my old cousin. They won't accept me." After he finished speaking glibly, he suddenly asked curiously: "By the way, what are you doing in that place?

?Could it be that your relatives are there?"

"I want……"

Before I finished speaking, I saw dozens of cars walking not far away, their headlights bright and dazzling. Eto'o's expression suddenly became serious: "Silly bitch, I may not be able to take you to your destination as promised.
To be continued...