217: C217 Retreat

C217 Retreat

Ye Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing the driver's nagging. He casually said something that seemed to imply that the driver really thought that he was going to the old glue factory to clean up.

After exiting the city, the car drove on the blacktop road in the suburbs, answering to the proverb, "Drive wherever you want."

Every time, the driver would choose the crappier one, causing Ye Mo to feel like he could find the location of the old glue factory without navigating.

In less than ten minutes, the taxi arrived at a deserted section of the road.

It's just that this abandoned section of the road is different from the ones that the princes of Dongjiang drive to maintain.

The Xitang Mountain was only used as a cover to cover the fake abandonment of the foppish lads, while this place was actually a completely abandoned road.

There were cracks everywhere on the tarmac, and grass was growing out of them unyielding. The surface of the road was full of potholes, and there were piles of dirt and rocks scattered about, as if no one had come here in many years.

The taxi's parts creaked under the impact of this broken road. Several times, Ye Mo's head almost hit the roof of the taxi.

Ye Mo suddenly had a ridiculous thought.

"Lil 'Bro, what kind of job is this? Isn't it tiring you to death to do cleaning in this damn place? Where can you live? There might not even be a car on this road for 800 years. Only I …"

The continuous bumpings made the driver a bit angry. He couldn't help but complain, but before he could finish, he stopped and stepped on the brake.

In the blink of an eye, more than half a man's height of grass came from behind. In front of the road, there was a neat row of pure black horse-herdsmen Sahara, and in the middle of the row of cars, there was even a fierce and domineering H2.

In front of the Hummer, a muscular man wearing combat trousers and a tactical vest stood up with a grin as he saw the taxi stop.

However, in the eyes of the taxi driver, this scene was more like a wild beast, stretching out its fangs and preparing to pounce forward to bite and kill its prey.

The abandoned road in the wilderness was blocked by a row of black SUVs. A scar-faced brawny man who didn't seem like a good person walked forward with a terrifying smile on his face. The driver immediately collapsed.

He was in a fluster and wanted to start the car to escape from this damn place, but he was scared by the scene in front of him. The driver's hand started to shake uncontrollably as he tried to pull the car out of position.

The driver was stunned. He took out a pendant from his collar and stuttered as he begged for mercy.

This move made Ye Mo a bit confused, he didn't expect this guy to be a Christian.

"Master, you should go back first. Use this money to cover the cost of your car."

Ye Mo shook his head speechlessly. He took out a small stack of red tickets and placed it on the control panel of the taxi. Then, he lifted up the medical case and prepared to open the door to get off.

He didn't know if it was because of the power of money, but the driver cut off his conversation with God and said in a high-pitched voice.

"Little bro, don't go down. We just need to give them all the money. This is a society based on the rule of law. If they take the money, they won't kill us. God will protect us!"

Hearing that, Ye Mo knew that the young man was completely scared by Zong Hu and said speechlessly after getting off the car with his suitcase in his hand.

"Are you going to make a movie? If you get scared, then hurry up and leave. Stop showing off like this."

Ye Mo showed a disdainful expression and gestured to drive him away.

"How could I be so timid? I'm an honest and law-abiding citizen right now."

Zong Hu cracked a smile and reached out his hand to press the hood of the taxi. With a casual press, the front lid almost caved in, and the entire body of the taxi started to shake violently.

The driver let out a strange cry, either with the awakening of his bloodline or with the blessing of the Lord. He immediately started the car and backed off two meters. Then, he turned around and ran away, leaving a trail of gas behind him.

"F * ck, is there really a need to be so cowardly?"

The driver's reaction was so formless and slapped Zong Hu's face, making the scene a bit awkward.

"Say, you too. Can't you get a car to drive and a taxi? Do you think it's for a movie?"1

In order to regain his face, Zong Hu immediately started to ridicule Ye Mo.

Ye Mo was slightly shocked and temporarily put it behind him as he waved his hand.

"Let's go, good citizens. Let's go give the bad citizens a lesson."

Just when Ye Mo walked to the side of the Hummer, a guy in camouflage clothing jumped off the co-driver seat and opened the car door for Ye Mo before returning to his own car.

The Shrike had a very high chassis, and this camouflage clothes wearing underling's movements were very natural and smooth. Obviously, he had also been trained before.

It seemed to be Zou Qi's' secret force '.

"I can't wait to attend my class!"

Zong Hu chuckled, but no matter how he looked at it, his tone was eerie.

The modified Hummer H2 had always been known as the civilian model of the military vehicle, and the moment he got on the car, he could feel the wild and domineering side of this muscle beast.

Ye Mo looked around and didn't see the person who picked Ye Mo up from the car last time.

"What are you looking for? Big brother, my car should be really cool, right?"

Zong Hu was an expert in driving and asked proudly after getting on the car.

"That expert who guarded the gate last time, why didn't he come with us?"

Ye Mo did not hide anything and asked directly.

"Say, Cripple, when I'm not by Seventh Master's side, he's in charge of protecting Seventh Master's safety. Besides, none of us will be able to escape."

Zong Hu pulled out a cigar from the box. Without using the cigar scissors, he directly cut off the cigar head with the dagger tied to his leg, lit it up, and took a deep drag.

"You'll lose a lot of happiness if you don't smoke."

Zong Hu took another deep breath and said as if he was a man with a story.

"Gao Xiba isn't very suitable for a rough guy like you. If you have time, try Patagas. It should be suitable for your taste in series D, No. 4, PARTAGASSERIED."

After Ye Mo said that, he stretched his body and tried to lie down in the car seat out of habit, but he failed. Zong Hu of the Hummer had also degenerated into a military model. He was so tough that he couldn't even lie down!

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