Chapter 1646 Selling Cars

Sitting in the desolate field, there was no human habitation around, not even weeds, all just soft dry soil.

Master Muzhu was still smoking, staring blankly at the ten people lying in front of him.

Four of them had become corpses.

The remaining six, although still breathing, were all unrecognizable.

Some had turned into bloody people, and some were almost charred!

Even he himself had skin all over his body, peeling off like wall skin. With a light tear of his hand, he could tear off a large piece of skin and flesh!

He couldn't figure it out. It was clearly an effortless siege, but how did it end up like this?

Even more than 20 years ago, he went to China alone and challenged the entire Chinese martial arts world.

He beat the president of the Chinese Martial Arts Association to vomit blood.

All the Chinese masters came out, but no one could beat him.

In the end, he only paid the price of an ear, but he trampled the entire Chinese martial arts world under his feet!

Wasn't he as embarrassed as he is today?

How come when I met this Chinese warrior, it was so difficult to deal with him, and it turned out to be such a miserable result?

Master Muzhu knew that if the two of them were fighting face to face, he could easily kill the other party!

The worst result would be that he would be injured.

But when I think of the two confrontations between the two, it was actually me who suffered the loss!

The first time, I killed Mohad and Zhong Hongyi right under his nose.

He was also stabbed with several needles, and his buttocks are still inflamed and a piece of flesh is rotten.

This time was even more cruel, and he almost lost his life here!

The ten disciples he brought were wiped out!

Will I die in the hands of that guy the next time we meet?

When did China have such a difficult character?

In this case, don't let him leave Inca alive.

Otherwise, not only will I lose face, but there will be no one in Inca who can compete with him, and no one can suppress him!

The only problem now is, how can I go back!

He and his surviving disciples must go to the hospital immediately.

But this is a place with no village or shop in the distance. Not to mention passing cars, there is not even a shadow of a person!

There are three other cars nearby.

Two black cars and a truck that has been burned to a frame.

The only car that can be driven was stolen by that bastard.

Of the remaining two cars, one has flipped over, the one that crushed the disciple to death.

The other is stuck in the field. If it can be dragged to the road, it can be driven away.

But even if he finds a way to push the car to the road, none of the disciples can drive the car in this state.

The only one who can drive is him, the master.

But the biggest problem is that he can't drive at all!

No matter what, let's get the car to the road first!

It's only two or three meters away, it's not difficult for him to push it up!

He stood behind the car, and as soon as his hands touched the car body, he felt a piercing pain!

At this moment, he had no clothes on his body, only a pair of boxer shorts covered with dust.

As soon as his skin touched the car body, it was like being glued, and a layer of flesh fell off when it was pulled!

But there was no other way, he could only push the car despite the severe pain, otherwise, not to mention that all his disciples would die here, he would not survive either!

Fortunately, although the injury was serious, his internal strength was still there.

He raised the rear bumper of the car with both hands, roared, and pushed forward with all his strength.

But the car became very heavy in this soft soil, and it seemed to take more effort than usual to push it!

After finally pushing the car onto the road, Master Muzhu didn't care about resting and put all the six surviving disciples into the car.

Two people were placed in the front, and four sat side by side in the back.

He temporarily put the remaining four bodies into another car.

The conditions were limited, so he could only make do with this for now.

Then he walked to the rear of the car and pushed the car forward with all his strength.

Unexpectedly, even after getting on the road, the car seemed to be heavier than when it got stuck in the field just now, and it was more difficult to push.

It seemed that both rear wheels were broken, motionless, as if dragging on the ground.

Could the person inside be that heavy?

What was even more unbearable was his feet, which were no longer shoes.

Now he was walking barefoot on the road and had to push the car.

His feet, which were only slightly injured, soon became bloody, with a blood mark every step!

Master Muzhu, who was in unbearable pain but had no way to do anything, recalled that he had never been so embarrassed and helpless in his life.

A sense of desolation surged in his heart, and he raised his head to the sky and roared in grief:

"Chen Xin, I will find you no matter what happens! Kill you!"

"A-choo!" Chen Xin'an drove the car, rubbed his nose, and closed the car window.

He escaped death again, and he was a little scared just thinking about it.

Now that the old injury has not healed and a new injury has been added, Chen Xin'an is a little indifferent.

There are not many lice and it won't itch.

Anyway, the body is already like this, just do it, as long as you don't die!

The phone is still in his pocket, Diva has fully charged it for him, and put a new card in it.

Chen Xinan found a clean robe from the car and put it on while driving.

Search navigation on the phone, the next stop is Gabon City.

It's not that I really want to go to Mutan City, the capital of Inca, but it's mainly the closest to Gabon.

The wounds on the body must be treated as soon as possible, otherwise it will get inflamed, which will be a big trouble!

It's almost eight o'clock in the evening.

Chen Xinan drove into the city and took out the translation headphones and put them on.

After being used to the neon lights in the Chinese city at night, after coming to Inca, even in the city, it feels a bit like the countryside.

The night view is monotonous and boring, very backward.

Chen Xinan drove around the street aimlessly, looking for a pharmacy.

There was still some change in the car, less than a thousand yuan, and Chen Xinan saw what anti-inflammatory drugs he could buy with this money.

But he soon felt something was wrong.

There seemed to be a motorcycle next to him, following him not far away.

Chen Xinan frowned, ignored it, and did not step on the accelerator to leave.

He was exposed just now?

The phone was not even used yet!

Are the Inca police so efficient?

Or is it a member of the Brahma family?

Or is it a disciple of Master Muzhu?

But Chen Xinan knew very well that if he turned around and ran, he would appear guilty and more likely to be locked.

The reason why the motorcycle just followed him was probably because it was not sure of his identity.

Chen Xinan remained calm and continued to drive slowly on this street. When he saw the intersection, the motorcycle actually caught up with him and stopped next to his car.

Chen Xinan looked gloomy and looked at the guy in the flowered shirt.

The man knocked on his car window with his hand, then shook his head twice, indicating that he should follow him, stepped on the accelerator, and rode away on the motorcycle.

Chen Xinan was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and started the car to follow.

Soon, the motorcycle stopped next to a rolling gate.

There were several people and cars next to him, all turned their heads and looked at him vigilantly.

Someone got off the car and took a bag handed over by someone, which should be filled with money.

The man took the money, threw the car keys to the person who gave him the money, and turned away.

The motorcyclist who had just led him here parked the car and walked over with three or four young people.

First, they circled around Chen Xinan's car twice, touching here and there, and some even got into the car window directly in front of Chen Xinan, touching the steering wheel and the center console.

After tossing around like this for about five or six minutes, the motorcyclist said to Chen Xinan: "Friend, fifty thousand!"

What do you mean?

What fifty thousand?

I still have two barrels!

Seeing Chen Xinan remained silent, the motorcyclist's face darkened, and he looked at him and said, "Friend, fifty thousand is already a lot!

Quit it while you're ahead, don't be greedy!

Take the money and leave the car.

Otherwise, you won't get the money, and you won't be able to drive the car away!"