Chapter 171 Car Costume
When they came out of the nightclub, it was already eleven o'clock in the night. The three of them had drank a lot. Therefore, Jiang Yiyu proposed not to go back tonight and just open the night at the Dynasty Hotel. A few rooms, just one night's rest, and there happens to be a beautiful woman by my side, so I won't feel lonely anymore.
But his proposal was rejected by An Rusong and Shen Wuguo. The former did not want to sleep with a woman with them. He did not have that kind of taste, while the latter had to go home to take care of his wife. According to Shen Wuguo According to the reporter, his wife is four months pregnant and cannot live without people around her.
To be honest, An Rusong has a special feeling about this guy. In the so-called upper class circles in Korea, almost all of them are low-class people. It is really disrespectful to have a man who cares about his wife. Easy.
But then again, maybe what people care about is not the wife, but the child in the wife's belly.
Since neither An Rusong nor Shen Wuguo agreed to stay overnight, Jiang Yiyu couldn't stay alone. The three of them sent away the girl who was accompanying them and talked all the way downstairs.
When they arrived at the underground parking lot, the three of them chatted briefly before saying goodbye and going to pick up their cars from their respective parking places.
An Rusong found the place where he parked based on his impressions. When he saw the parking space from a distance, he was a little confused because his brand-new seven-seater Mercedes-Benz had now changed. It looked like a garbage truck.
The black car body is now covered with filthy graffiti, and even the windows are covered in red paint with curse words. In addition, all the car's tires have been punctured. , the inner tube of the right front wheel was cut out.
I'm going!
Seeing this scene, the first thing that flashed in An Rusong's mind was the non-mainstream people who were fooling around in the parking lot when he arrived, especially the two girls sitting on the front hood of the modern car. But If he thought about it carefully, he didn't provoke the other party. Why did the other party do his car like this?
What the hell, if you don’t deal with these bastards, An Rusong feels like he won’t even be able to sleep!
He stood in front of his parking space and took out his mobile phone to call the police. Call the police first and find those bastards, and then...
While he was thinking about how to fight back, a white, boxy Mercedes-Benz SUV slowly drove over and moved away from him. There are still seven or eight meters to stop.
"What's wrong, Rusong," the driver's window rolled down, and Shen Wuguo poked his head out and asked.
An Rusong said nothing, just looked at his seven-seater Mercedes-Benz and spread his hands.
Following his line of sight, Shen Wuguo soon saw the spray-painted car. He frowned, pushed the door and got out of the car, and asked as he walked this way: "Your car? "
An Rusong nodded and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.
"Do you know who did it?" Shen Wuguo had already walked to his side and asked.
"It should be a group of wild boys," An Rusong briefly told what happened when he came, and then expressed his guess.
"What are you going to do now?" Shen Wuguo hesitated and asked.
"Call the police and find these people first," An Rusong said while dialing the phone, "and then."
He smiled at Shen Wuguo, and then added: "Then talk to them."
Shen Wuguo smiled, he reached for An Rusong's cell phone, hung up the phone, and said: "I know where to find those guys, and you don't call the police either. , let alone No need to reason with them. If you believe my brother, how about leaving this matter to him?"
While the two were talking, another car drove over and stopped in Shen Wuguo. Behind the off-road vehicle, a moment later, Jiang Yiyu was seen coming around from behind the vehicle, looking at the two people from a distance and asking: "What's wrong? Have you changed your mind again and are planning to stay here? Hehe, I'll just say Well, again."
As he was mumbling, the man had already walked over. When he saw An Rusong's car, he suddenly stopped, widened his eyes and cursed: "Axi, this is your car." Ah, Rusong, who did it?!"
"Who do you think can come here to cause trouble?" Shen Wuguo snorted.
Jiang Yiyu was stunned for a moment, then understood. He said: "It must be that bitch from Jian Yuzhen's family. Ha, just right. I've long disliked him. Now I have to deal with him properly. ."
An Rusong looked at Shen Wuguo in confusion, and then heard the other party say: "Jian Yuzhen is the investor and president of this Dynasty Hotel. He has someone. Such a worry-free son, his name is..."
He obviously didn't remember the other person's name. At this point, he said to Jiang Yiyu who was on the phone: "What's your name?" "Jian Zhesheng," Jiang Yiyu happened to dial the phone. He simply replied, and then walked away while talking on the phone. Listening to what he was talking to the person on the other end of the phone, it was obvious that he was looking for help.
"Yes, his name is Jian Zhesheng, a second-generation bastard who doesn't know what he means." Shen Wuguo took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and handed it to An Rusong, and said, "I haven't been with the Dynasty for a long time. I've been here before, and I heard that this guy often brings a group of hooligans to come over and wander around in this area. It’s nonsense, they seem to have some kind of motorcycle gang, riding motorcycles all day long to cause trouble.”
An Rusong nodded, he saw those non-mainstream things when he went upstairs. The kid did look like a motorcycle gang, but he didn't see a motorcycle.
In the past two years, the public security in Seoul has not been good. There are several so-called motorcycle gangs. These young people, dressed in strange clothes and with colorfully dyed hair, would rush out to the streets to race cars in the dead of night. They were all unscrupulous, treating their own lives and the lives of others as if they were nothing.
"To deal with these people, calling the police is not a good choice," Shen Wuguo continued, "Of course, I also know that you have a good relationship with those people from the Southern Dong Sect, but after all, the two brothers of the Zhao family are The underworld, if you let them handle this kind of thing, it will easily get you into trouble. After all, although these brats don’t have a deep background, their families still have some money. You... do you understand what I mean?”
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An Rusong nodded. Of course he understood what the other party meant. If gangsters were involved in something like this, the nature would be different. These brats' families have money. If they spend money to spread the news, they will discredit it. On his head, the problem is complicated.
"Leave it to Yiyu to handle it," Shen Wuguo continued, putting his hand on An Rusong's shoulder, "He is a veteran in handling this kind of thing and has rich experience."
While the two were talking, Jiang Yiyu also finished the phone call. He looked at the screen, hummed a tune and walked back. He didn't stop until he reached An Rusong and the two of them, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Rusong, willing tonight I will give you this breath. Not only will I give it to you, but I will also give Jian Yuzhen a good fight. Didn’t his son cost you a car? He was asked to pay for ten of the same cars, and if one was missing, he would chop off one of his precious son's fingers."
An Rusong blinked, turned to look at Shen Wuguo, and said in his heart: You won't offend me like this. What's the trouble, are you going to chop off someone's fingers?
While the three of them gathered together and smoked half a cigarette, Jiang Yiyu's cell phone rang again. After he answered the call, he said to An Rusong and the others: "Let's go, those bastards are here. On the other side of Mao Chen Bridge, I asked Yuan Zheng and the others to block them. They will arrive in about ten minutes. ”
At that moment, the three of them stopped talking nonsense. An Rusong got into Shen Wuguo's car, Jiang Yiyu drove his own car, and the three of them went straight to Mao Chen Bridge.
Mochen Bridge is a bridge on the Cheonggyecheon River. According to Shen Wuguo, almost every night when it is almost early in the morning, there are racing people there competing in some kind of competition. They start from Banpo Han River Park. , along the Cheonggyecheon Stream to Maojin Bridge, Guangqiao, and finally to Cheonggyecheon Square.
Some people compete in racing cars and some compete in motorcycle competitions. Most of the people participating are the rich second generation, but not many of them have truly prominent family backgrounds, because those second generations with truly prominent family backgrounds have They don't even bother running on such a low-level urban track in a dedicated racing track.
Starting from the underground parking lot of the Dynasty Hotel, the three of them rushed all the way to Mao Chen Bridge, which took only ten minutes.
Below the extension line of the left bank bridge head of Mao Chen Bridge, there is an open land. When An Rusong and the others drove to Mao Chen Bridge, they saw the open land from a distance, filled with various parked cars. There were all kinds of cars and motorcycles, and most of the people gathered there were young people wearing strange clothes and with hair of various colors. There were both men and women, and even the majority were women.
Shen Wuguo parked the car on the roadside, and An Rusong got out of the car with him. The three of them got together on the roadside and saw an obviously modified Honda car slowly approaching.
The car stopped only four or five meters away from the three of them. The driver's door opened, and a young man who seemed to be about eighteen or nineteen years old got out of the car. He waved to the three of them and greeted: "Brother Wu Guo, Brother Yiyu!"
With such greetings, he jogged over and looked at An Rusong with a smile on his face and said : "Also, there is this brother "
"This is Brother Rusong," Jiang Yiyu grabbed the shoulder of his coat and pulled him to his side, saying, "Where is the person you asked to find?"
"It's over there," the young man pointed in the direction of the open space and said, "Jian Zhesheng and the dozen or so kids who hang out with him all day are all over there. I have arranged for people to keep an eye on them. Live them.”
After finishing speaking, he bent down to salute An Rusong and respectfully called him: "Brother Rusong."
While he was greeting An Rusong, Jiang Yiyu was looking at his car. , there were other people in his car, including the passenger seat and three girls sitting in the back seat.
“Hey, you’re good, you’ve changed your girlfriend again,” Jiang Yiyu said with a smile after looking at it for a while.
"Hey, they're not girlfriends, they're just for fun," the young man said with a smile, "Brother Yiyu, if you're interested, I'll let them accompany you."
(End of Chapter)