Outright Favoritism Chapter 530: : Street racing

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Li Qiao's writing hand suddenly stopped, her eyes sinking, "What's wrong with her?"

If the sister-in-law has an accident in the British Emperor, how can she explain to her eldest brother when she returns?

Li Qiao asked and put the information in her hand on the table, got up and walked in front of the bodyguard, her expression became extremely cold.

The bodyguard did not delay and explained the cause and effect concisely.

It turns out that Zong Yue previously searched the Internet for the British Emperor's play strategy, and accidentally saw a dessert shop in the alley of the EC area that was highly praised by the entire network.

She was going to go shopping in the afternoon, and she was going to buy two desserts, and let her bodyguard give Li Qiao another one.

As a result, she and the bodyguard just got out of the car and walked into the alley, and a group of black men on motorcycles galloped out from inside.

The alley was already narrow, Zong Yue dodged aside, and the bodyguards protected her for the first time, but the Speeding Party was clearly prepared.

When the second motorcycle passed by with them, the driver made a false move. While the bodyguard took advantage of the protection of Zong Yue, the person in the back seat took advantage of the gap and reached out to **** Zong Yue's handbag.

Obviously it is a notorious motorcycle robbery party, especially like robbing Asian tourists' leather bags.

Fortunately, their purpose was to rob, but nothing major happened.

But what made the bodyguards completely bewildered was that at the moment when the speeding party's last motorcycle was speeding past, he saw Zong Yue, who was weak in literature, and kicked the driver at a very tricky angle.

He even fell to the ground with his motorcycle and slid two meters away.

After doing this, Zong Yue ran forward and kicked the black driver’s temple. After kicking the man out, he lifted the motorcycle from the ground, straddled his legs, stepped on the clutch, and twisted his wrists. I'm leaving with my face.

Fortunately, the bodyguard reacted fast enough, and before Zong Yue accelerated, he jumped into the back seat.

So, a racing car chase was launched on the streets of England.

This is not the first time that the motorcycle robbery party in front has done this kind of thing, but it was the first time that a girl with an Asian face took their motorcycle and chased after him frantically.

The bodyguard was sitting in the back seat, his face was blown up.

At this moment, there is only one thought in his mind. The people around Tan Sri are really amazing.

The modified racing bike itself is very heavy, but when she lifted the bike from the ground just now, she seemed to have no effort at all.

The bodyguard was surprised and surprised, but still held his breath and called his companion to report the situation.

This Miss Zong is now chasing those speeding parties like her own life, regardless of the consequences.

If the other party leads them to a slum area with a higher crime rate, I am afraid it is not as simple as being robbed.

"Miss Zong, stop first, give me the motorcycle, and I will chase it."

The Mandarin of the bodyguard is not very good at first, and because of his identity is not too close to Zong Yue, coupled with the excessively fast speed, when he said these words, only a few words floated to Zong Yue’s ears. .

In the wind, instead of stopping, the motorcycle speeded up again.

Even at the moment when the lights were about to change at the intersection, Miss Zong drifted and merged, and threw three words: "Sit down."

The bodyguard felt like he was riding a roller coaster. Not only that, Zong Yue's shawl hair wafted up and down behind his head, and he patted his face indiscriminately.

……

At the same time, Li Qiao got the news, greeted Red hurriedly, and left Mies Town with her bodyguards.

In the parking lot, she stepped on the steps to get into the car, and Su Moshi just returned from work. She slammed the car door and looked at her back and asked: "What's the matter?"

Li Qiao stood on the door steps and turned back, "Something is going on."

Su Moshi squinted her eyes, stayed on her face for half a second, walked over without thinking, "I'm with you."

Apparently, he saw Li Qiao's hostility buried deep in his eyes.

Getting in the car, Su Moshi unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, and gracefully rolled up twice, "Who has had an accident?"

"My sister-in-law." Li Qiao was looking for the position of Zong Yue and the bodyguard with her mobile phone. Her tone was still unhurried, "I heard that the bag was robbed in the street."

Su Moshi frowned, "The law and order in the center of the Port of London is still good, but if it is a little more remote, where there are many thieves and party robbers, where did she go?"

At this moment, Li Qiao looked at the fast-moving icon in the screen in her hand, and handed it back to Su Mo, "EC area."

Su Moshi pursed his lips and sighed: "EC is a gathering place for blacks, but this is a transportation hub. If you call the police, the police will go out quickly. How do you think about it?"

"Come over and take a look."

Understood, the meaning of not taking the formal means of reporting to the police.

Su Moshi returned the phone to her, folded his legs calmly, and looked out the window, "Turn left, there is a path to take a shortcut to the EC area."

The bodyguard glanced at Li Qiao from the rearview mirror. Seeing that she didn't say anything, he quickly turned the steering wheel into the path on the left.

Fifteen minutes later, Li Qiao looked at the screen and frowned, and turned the phone screen to the side, "Where is this?"

Su Moshi cursed inwardly, "Slum. Was she robbed or tied up?"

Li Qiao did not answer, raised his eyes and glanced at the rearview mirror, "Speed ​​up."

The bodyguard nodded, stepped on the accelerator, and galloped toward the slum.

Thanks to Su Moshi's familiarity with the Port of London, the commercial vehicle traversed the streets and finally reached the slums ten minutes later.

Li Qiao looked at the location in the phone, and Zong Yue's position was two hundred meters ahead.

The three people got out of the car, and Li Qiao looked around with one hand in her pocket. The streets were narrow and densely populated with no modern buildings.

Even if there are traces of the government's reconstruction, many poor people and refugees from outside the area have gathered in this area.

Because it is adjacent to the pier, there is a damp and corrupt atmosphere in the air.

"In the square in front." Su Moshi looked at the positioning of her mobile phone and pointed at a damp alley.

Li Qiao answered, and the two walked side by side into the narrow and deep alley, while the bodyguard followed vigilantly at the back.

In a blink of an eye, a dilapidated circular square full of **** and dilapidated buildings was in front of me.

As they approached, the roar of motorcycles and the roar of the crowd almost broke through the clouds.

At this time, twenty or thirty people gathered around the square. They formed a circle, and everyone's face was filled with unkind excitement.

In the crowd, Zong Yue and the bodyguard were standing next to the motorcycle, and there were seven or eight speeding parties sitting or standing opposite them.

Most of them are blacks, and the head of the pack is still holding a pink handbag. Amidst the shouts of the people, he took out the wallet and counted the bills one by one.

Sure enough, Asians are rich.

There are not many things in Zong Yue's handbag, but a lot of documents are there, including her passport, and...the bank card that Li Jun gave her.