Magotan is driving steadily on the highway.

Ou Junlang is the young owner of Ouhe Group. His every move is also very upstart, but the strange thing is that his driver drives very steadily.

Neither run through the lights nor press the yellow lights, nor do you catch the speaker and press it wildly just because you are stuffed.

The middle-aged driver looked as calm as his back.

Today, he wrote six songs in a row and played a drum. Chen Feng felt a little tired. In addition, he couldn't think of any common topics between him and Ou Junlang, so he simply closed his eyes and rested in the car.

Ou Junlang didn't realize that he was rude in this way, but instead took it for granted.

In Ou Junlang's understanding, creation is an extremely brain-cell-consuming thing.

He couldn't imagine how many brain cells he would have to burn after writing six classics a day.

"Uncle Long, drive a little faster while trying to be as stable as possible."

Ou Junlang said in a low voice.

He thought Chen Feng was asleep.

The driver named Uncle Long nodded, then gently took the accelerator to steadily get the speed limit of 80 on the main road in the city.

"Young Master, who is following behind?"

Uncle Long asked in a lower but calm voice.

"It's the thorn head that the young master of the Zhou family found. It's okay. When they arrive at the place, they will naturally recognize me. They should understand my attitude and dare not do anything randomly."

In fact, this is the reason why Ou Junlang insisted on sending Chen Feng home.

Uncle Long asked: "The young master of the Zhou family is becoming less and less ignorant of the rules. Should I report to the boss to avoid any trouble?"

Ou Junlang shook his head, "Don't, my dad gets upset when he sees me now. He wants to know that people like Zhou A and I are making trouble, so I am afraid I will deal with me first."

At this moment, accompanied by a loud noise, the Magotan body suddenly shook.

While holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, Uncle Long shouted: "Young Master sit firmly! This man is crazy!"

Ou Junlang grabbed both sides of the seat with both hands and reminded Chen Feng again, "Master, don't sleep anymore! I don't know where Zhou A found the madman, even my car dares to hit me!"

Chen Feng, who had been sleeping in the first place, didn't need to remind him that he had already tied up his seat belt with lightning speed.

As soon as he tied up his seat belt, the Toyota Land Cruiser rushed over with a decisive attitude as a desperate person.

This is definitely a veteran.

The impact angle of Lu Xun was very exquisite. He cut into the oblique angle at the back of the side and hit the left rear door of Magotan from the side.

This proves that the drivers of Land Cruises are extremely experienced.

Generally, cars with high chassis collisions with cars with low chassis, the outcome relationship is not simply determined by the vehicle's repetition. Off-road vehicles are easily overturned by ordinary sedans.

The particular point of this person's collision is that he can effectively avoid overturning.

Of course, there are both advantages and disadvantages, that is, Magotan has not completely lost its direction and balance.

If the Magotan driver is a rusty newbie, he loses his inch and puts on the brakes in this sudden crisis, which may cause the wheels to slip, causing the direction to lose control and turn around.

But it is obvious that Uncle Long is experienced and not afraid of danger.

After another violent vibration, the Magotan swayed and still stabilized.

Ou Junlang just took out his cell phone and was about to call his father for help, but was shaken off his phone.

He cursed, "Breaking a ghost!"

Then he stretched his neck and looked worriedly at the back seat.

After all, Chen Feng is an ordinary person, so I'm afraid he's scared.

Unexpectedly, Chen Feng was still sitting firmly, but instead scolded Ou Junlang, "Don't move around! Sit down!"

Ou Junlang wondered and sat down honestly, feeling puzzled.

Why is my master so calm? It shouldn't be?

He didn't know that although Chen Feng did not participate in the war a thousand years later, he had received quite cruel regular military training, and he performed quite well in training.

This small scene can't scare him.

"Damn it, fortunately this person doesn't get hit. If he hits our car's butt, he will probably not be able to hold back."

After another impact, Ou Junlang felt much more at ease when he saw that Uncle Long could still be stable and said so.

Uncle Long shouted loudly, "Young Master, don't be distracted! This person is not simple!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Lu Xun rushed up again.

It turned out that before I knew it, Magotan had been hit into the lane on the right.

"Fuck! He's going to knock us down the curb!"

Uncle Long, who has never swears, has not been able to maintain his demeanor.

Seeing Lu Xun rushing up again, Uncle Long suddenly stepped on the brakes to death.

The car body whirled 180 degrees on the spot.

However, the driver of the Land Cruiser is really a master. He even stepped on the brakes first and threw the rear of the car horizontally from the inside with a more aggressive attitude.

The rear of the Lu Zhuang car hit the rear of the Magotan, squeezing the Magotan off the road.

Next to the road is a slope about two meters high with a very large inclination.

Even if Uncle Long possesses his body, he can't control himself.

The car body completely lost its balance, flipped over, rolled around the slope, and then fell to the ground with its head facing down.

Fortunately, the car body has a good structure, and it didn't completely deform, squeezing the three of them into it.

The three of them fell to pieces, but Chen Feng felt that at most they had only suffered minor injuries.

"Are you okay?"

Chen Feng supported the roof of the car with one hand and slowly unbuttoned the seat belt with the other hand, and opened his mouth first.

"Young Master, are you okay?"

Uncle Long in the front driver's seat was not slow either. He moved his face slightly away from the airbag and asked.

Fatty Ou was almost broken by overweight, and his face was buried in the airbag and he had difficulty breathing.

He waved his hands randomly and said in a muffled voice, "It's okay, I can't die. Damn, Zhou! I won't punish you to death! You uncle!"

He was so angry now.

"Let's go outside the car first to avoid a fire or explosion."

Chen Feng and Uncle Long turned over almost at the same time.

The left rear door had been completely deformed and could not be opened, so Chen Feng had to move to the right again and wanted to open the door there.

At this moment, the driver's seat door was first opened from outside.

"Oh. You broke Didi, you have good driving skills. Why? I was still let go by my grandfather? I fight your grandfather? You practice for two more years. Do you know what your grandfather is called the world of the world before? The second ring overlord, do you know?"

The owner of the voice sounds like a scattered air, and he looks like he is not very old.

Chen Feng turned his head and saw a grim face leaning down from the car door.

Under the dim street lights in the distance, the man smiled wildly and wildly.

He first ignored Uncle Long, but looked back at the back seat.

He was a little surprised to find that Chen Feng had already escaped from the trap and turned around.

"Mr. Chen is quite capable, and this didn't make you faint. It's amazing, I admire you. But I thought it would be better for you to faint. After all, I have to pick out your tendons later, which will hurt very much."

Chen Feng had not had time to speak.

Ou Junlang, who was still facing down in the passenger seat, was already furious and scolding.

"My God, your uncle's second ring overlord! You don't fucking open your eyes and see who I am! Zhou Ah gave you tens of millions, and you dare to even hit my car!"
Chapter completed!