The stick missed.
Wu Hao's reflexes were too fast. He almost subconsciously dodged and the rod swept down in front of him, bringing with it a gust of cold wind.
This was all thanks to the big gift bag he had obtained.
The change in the proportions of his perfect body had greatly improved his muscle strength and nerve reaction speed, making him several times more powerful than ordinary people.
"F * ck, you missed? You guys go."
A roar came from the alley.
Seven or eight people rushed out.
Everyone held steel pipes and wooden sticks in their hands and swung them at Wu Hao.
Wu Hao took a deep breath. His expression was focused and cold. As he dodged left and right, he seized the opportunity to kick a hooligan.
Then, she snatched the stick from his hand and swung it back.
Bang!
"Aiyo, f * ck me."
Puff!
"Ah, my ears.”
Clang!
"Oh, my teeth…"
Peng, peng, peng, peng!
Wu Hao's movements were as swift as a wolf, and the stick in his hand was very powerful.
After a few rounds, seven or eight hooligans were all knocked to the ground by him. The last one was fiercely hit on the head by him because he was cursing. Blood instantly flowed out and he lay on the ground.
Whoosh!
Wu Hao twisted his shoulders and neck.
It was still quite exhausting.
He turned around.
In the alley, a young man with a bruised face stood there with a dull expression. His legs were already shaking.
It was Feng Zhu.
This fellow had been kicked by his father and was already covered in wounds.
He probably couldn't take it lying down, so he called a lot of people to block the entrance of the financial street, ready to teach Wu Hao a lesson.
Who would have thought that a group of people would be knocked down.
Wu Hao's face was filled with killing intent as he walked over with a stick in hand.
"Hey, hey, hey, brother, I was wrong…"
Feng Zhu was so frightened that he kept retreating. In the end, he tripped and fell to the ground with a thud. He shouted anxiously,"I was wrong, I was wrong…"
Wu Hao didn't care about what he said. He raised the stick and smashed it in his face.
Screams rang out in the alley.
A few minutes later.
Wu Hao turned around and walked out of the alley. He casually threw away the stick in his hand and walked away slowly.
A few hooligans outside who were not seriously injured struggled to get up and walked into the alley. They immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.
He was beaten into a pulp.
"Sixth Brother, let's go."
"What? Second Brother, Brother Feng doesn't care anymore?”
"Idiot, you dare to interfere? He was beaten up like this. Wouldn't we be punished when we go back? F * ck, I knew I shouldn't have gotten involved in this.”
"Second brother, are you really leaving?"
"If you don't leave, do you still want to stay here? That kid didn't have many harsh words, so he was definitely not a simple person. Fortunately, there were no surveillance cameras here. Get everyone up and quickly escape.”
"Hey."
A few minutes later, all the hooligans were gone.
After another ten minutes, Feng Zhu finally woke up and got up shakily.
She looked around with her barely opened eye and suddenly felt a lump in her throat. She started to wail.
The sound was like a ghost crying.
It didn't take long for the stray dogs in the alley to bark.
……
……
Back at the rented apartment.
Wu Hao took a shower.
She threw the bloodstained clothes into the washing machine, then went back to the bedroom and fell asleep.
The next morning.
Ding! Today's sign-in gift pack had been refreshed. The destination was the Summer Palace in Yanjing.
Wu Hao scratched his head and suddenly sat up.
Summer Palace?
He actually wanted to go to the Summer Palace to sign in.
Was he going to give Summer Palace to him?
It should be impossible.
Summer Palace was not a property that could be transferred.
Forget it, let's not bother about it for now.
Looking at the time, it was only 6:10.
The plane ticket he booked for his parents yesterday was at 7:30 a. m.
There was still time.
Wu Hao got up and ate something before changing into casual clothes.
His clothes were all picked out by Sun Mengmeng, and they were basically all casual and handsome.
After dressing up neatly, he went straight to the 4S shop of Champion Car Dealership.
Let's see what kind of car has been refreshed in the garage?
When he opened the door of the high-end garage, his face darkened.
F * ck!
Two bicycles?
What the hell?
"Mr. Wu, these two bicycles were just delivered this morning. It was a gift from Sotheby's in England. Mr. Wu, you're really something.”
"As a gift for me?"
Wu Hao was stunned.
"Yes, I heard that your birthday is coming up. These two bicycles are for your birthday.”
"Ahem."
Wu Hao's face darkened.
The system was too awesome.
There was actually a reason to refresh a car every day.
He even knew that it was his birthday soon.
Sotheby's in England was the largest auction house in the world.
The auction started in 1884.
Over the years, countless world-class treasures had been auctioned there and became classics.
Its influence extended to almost every corner of the global art market.
He actually gave her a birthday present.
No wonder Wei Lai was so excited when he came early in the morning. It seemed like he was scared.
She took the document from his hand and glanced at it.
F * ck!
The two bicycles were worth more than seven million yuan.
What the hell?
Looking at the model, it was Butterfly TrekMadone. He had never heard of it before.
He looked at the details.
Wu Hao suddenly understood.
It turned out that one of the bikes belonged to the seven-time winner of the World Tour de France, Neil Armstrong. It was the bike that had ridden on the Chanchelle Avenue in the final stage of the 2015 Tour de France.
Later, the bicycle was auctioned off at Sotheby's.
It was worth 500,000 USD.
The other one was a replica.
But it was also a carbon fiber structure, a replica designed by British artist Damien Hearst.
These were probably the two most expensive bicycles in the world.
Wu Hao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He thought that there would be a new sports car.
A bicycle…
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