As soon as the driver finished speaking, several black off-road vehicles rushed out from the side of the truck, and then dozens of big men in black clothes walked out of the car with steel pipes.

"Oh no, I've been plotted against."

The bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat shouted.

"Let's go and drag them down. Driver, please turn around quickly and take the young master and the lady away."

Another bodyguard dropped this sentence, pulled out a machete from under the seat, and walked out.

The two bodyguards soon fought with the twenty or so strong men.

The driver turned around and said to Zuo Qing: "Young Master, don't be afraid. I have a gun in my hand and I will definitely take you away safely."

But when he turned the car around, he found that there was a large truck behind him at some point.

In desperation, he had to take out his gun and prepare to deal with the twenty or so men in black one by one.

But before he could shoot, a cold muzzle hit his head.

"Don't move, hand over the gun in your hand, otherwise I will blow your dog's head immediately!"

A man wearing a top hat and a black windbreaker said coldly.

The driver had no choice but to hand over the gun in his hand to the man in the windbreaker.

"get off!"

The man in the windbreaker ordered again.

The driver hesitated for a moment, and he was afraid to get out of the car. Maybe his life would be gone as soon as he got off the car.

But before he could make a choice, the man in the windbreaker used up his patience.

Bang!

A headshot.

Blood splashed the car's windshield red.

Zuo Qing was so scared that his face turned pale. He gritted his teeth desperately, not daring to make a sound.

But he was Zuo Mingyuan's son. Although he was very nervous, he did not show much fear on his face.

"Young Master Zuo, now you can get off the car."

The man in the windbreaker pointed at Zuo Qing and said.

Zuo Qing walked out of the car without saying a word.

With the driver's lessons from the driver, he dared not fight head-on with the man in the windbreaker at this time.

However, as soon as he landed on the ground, the man in the windbreaker carried him to the front of an off-road vehicle like a chicken.

"Young Master Zuo, please."

The man in the windbreaker smiled maliciously.

At this time, the two bodyguards from the Zuo family had been killed.

Zuo Qing, a person who has recovered from a serious illness, has almost no ability to resist.

Just as he was about to get on the bus as the man in the windbreaker asked, a sound of engine roaring came from a distance.

Everyone looked in the sound and saw a strong light suddenly shot from the darkness, from far to near, at a very fast speed.

It's an overpowering Harley Motorcycle!

The truck crossing the road could not stop the motorcycle at all, so the motorcycle rushed in soon. Before everyone could react, they directly knocked away several strong men and stopped.

After the motorcycle was stable, the person on the car took off his helmet and jumped off.

When everyone saw his face clearly, their faces showed a look of horror.

The person who came was a Chinese, with a flat head, a golden dragon tattooed around his neck, a tight leather jacket on his upper body, a white-washed jeans on his lower body, and a pair of genuine leather protective gear tied to his knees.

Because he is much taller than ordinary Chinese people, when he took off his helmet, many people remembered the Death Chariot.

"Lanling King!"

Someone suddenly exclaimed.

When the others heard these three words, they were immediately scared and their faces were bloodless.

Of course, not only them, but the three words "Lanling King" are existences that can make the entire European underground world frightened.

Because he is a Chinese, even if the Chinese who live on the European continent have never seen him, they have at least heard of his horror.

The nickname of Lanling King was given to him by himself.
Chapter completed!