Lu Yan was still very sensible when he ate.
Slightly spicy.
It was his last bit of stubbornness.
While eating.
He glanced at the back of the two men who were about to confiscate his three-wheeled motorcycle.
He leaned back in his chair.
The system interface appeared.
In the void.
On a screen that only he could see.
A 3D image of a three-wheeled motorcycle appeared.
Around him, there were a few parameters to adjust.
[Speed Change: 50 times]
[Driving Assistant: On]
[Autopilot: Off]
<< ParkingGuard: Off >>
Lu Yan waved his claws in the air.
Instantly.
The parking guard activated.
"Ding Dong!"
"You've activated the Bearman Race's three-wheeled parking guard function. You can't dye it! Unbreakable! You can't move!"
Lu Yan grinned.
He smiled.
……
……
Two uncles went to confiscate Lu Yan's three-wheeled motorcycle, followed by a group of people.
He saw the three-wheeled motorcycle parked in the corner of the garage.
One of the uncles sighed,"I didn't expect this panda to be so cultured. It didn't mess around in the parking lot.”
Another JC rolled his eyes." Alright, enough talk. Hurry up and take this guy's little three-wheeled motorcycle away. Otherwise, when it comes back, we won't be able to catch it anymore."”
She recalled the terrifying speed of Lu Yan riding the three-wheeled motorcycle.
Uncle JC shivered.
"Yes!" Hurry up and take it away!"
The two of them walked to the side of the small tricycle.
He reached out and grabbed the seat cushion.
He raised it.
The little three-wheeled motorcycle did not move at all.
"Eh?"
Uncle JC was stunned.
"What the hell? You can't lift it?"
He exclaimed.
He grabbed the handle of the three-wheeled motorcycle with both hands.
Use more force.
"Ouch!"
Uncle JC covered his lower back and suddenly retreated.
"What's wrong?"
The other uncle was a little nervous and vigilant.
"It's okay. This thing is too heavy.”
Too heavy?
Uncle JC lowered his head and looked at the little three-wheeled motorcycle.
"Even if this thing is made of diamonds, it shouldn't be that heavy, right?"
Old Huang, don't work too hard tonight.”
Instantly.
The surrounding crowd burst into laughter.
Old Huang blushed.
He straightened his neck.
"Come, come, come. If you think it's not heavy, try it!”
he shouted.
Uncle JC rolled up his sleeves.
"I'll try it!"
After saying that.
He bent down.
He grabbed the three-wheeled motorcycle.
He gradually exerted strength in his arms.
No!
Why isn't he moving?
Hiss!
"Ah!"
Uncle JC had already handed it over.
The muscles in his arms bulged.
Her face was red and her neck was thick.
A few seconds later.
He gave up.
He sat on the ground and panted heavily.
"Damn it! Why was this thing so heavy?
I won't say how strong I am, but I can't lift two or three hundred catties.
I can still move it! This thing actually couldn't move at all!”
Uncle JC was doubting his life.
The surrounding crowd whispered to each other.
"Is it true?"
"How can such a small thing be so heavy?”
"Let's go, let's go. The police and the people are family. Everyone, go help.”
As they spoke.
A few strong young men walked out of the crowd.
Old Yellow was overjoyed.
"Come, come, everyone, come and help!”
"One, two, three-"
"One, two, three!"
"One, two, three!"
After working hard for half a day.
The little three-wheeled motorcycle remained motionless!
Even!
They tried hard to see if they could push it!
The scene of several big men pushing a small three-wheeled motorcycle around looked very funny.
But in the end.
It shocked everyone.
This thing was still motionless!
"Oh my god! What is this thing!"
"That giant panda can talk. It must be a monster. This thing is a monster's magic treasure!”
"I feel that the parking lot is eerie. Why don't we leave quickly?”
The crowd felt strange.
Suddenly.
The walkie-talkie on Old Yellow's waist rang.
"Old Yellow, you two are touching maggots!
Why hadn't he returned after such a long time?”
The captain's rough voice sounded.
Old Huang smiled bitterly.
"Captain, this thing can't be moved.”
The captain was stunned.
"Are you talking nonsense with me? It's such a small tricycle, and you're telling me it can't be moved?”
"Captain, I'm not bullshitting." Old Yellow smiled bitterly.
It's not just me and Old Zhou. We have so many people here to help.
Don't even mention lifting it up.
We pushed with all our might, but it didn't move at all!
This thing feels like a ghost!"
The captain fell silent.
"Is it really that strange?"
Old Huang nodded vigorously.
"Yes! It's just that strange!"
The captain gritted his teeth and said,"Go!" Drive the car over! Use the car to tow it! I don't believe it can become a spirit!”
A few minutes later.
A pickup truck drove into the garage.
Old Huang and Old Zhou fastened the rope to the front wheel rim of the small three-wheeled motorcycle.
Raise your hand.
"Let's go!"
An order was given.
The pickup truck rushed forward with all its might.
"Bang!"
There was a loud bang.
The back of the pickup truck collapsed.
Green smoke rose.
The rear bridge was directly pulled off.
As for the three-wheeled motorcycle.
He was still standing on the spot.
He didn't move at all.
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