The Strongest Man On Earth: Starting From Setting Up A Street Stall

The next day.

Zhao Yan got up early in the morning, had dinner, and prepared to report to Nanguan Police Station.

Since the distance was not far, he chose to walk directly.

"By the way, do you want to buy a car?"

I have a house but don’t have a mobility scooter, so I always feel like I’m missing something.

Of course, Erba Dagang is very individual.

He also ran extremely fast and was at ease on the crowded roads in the magical city.

The most important thing is that its ability to attract attention is no less than that of a luxury car.

Zhao Yan made a comparison and found that Erba had many advantages...

"Forget it, take the time to buy a car."

Although the 28 big bar is good, it has a fatal flaw. That is, the space is small, open-air, and cannot be used...

While Zhao Yan was thinking, a shrill scream came.

"Ah! My bag! Someone's coming, catch him quickly!"

Zhao Yan turned around and saw an anxious aunt on the opposite side of the road, chasing a motorcycle in front of her.

The person driving the motorcycle was a bald man, and a yellow man was sitting behind him.

Unfortunately, two legs cannot catch up with two wheels.

Even though the aunt tried her best to suck the milk, the distance between the two parties was still widening rapidly.

That is to say, there are more people during the morning rush hour, otherwise the motorcycles would have disappeared long ago.

"The world is deteriorating, and people's hearts are not the same as before! There are so many people on the road, but no one is brave enough to do what is right."

Shaking his head, Zhao Yan was relieved.

Judge Wang's words set back the moral standards of society for decades.

As a result, many people now have no interest in acting bravely.

"At critical moments, you have to rely on me to be more handsome."

Zhao Yan stretched his muscles and prepared to cross the road directly.

This was the fastest route. The sidewalk was about a hundred meters behind. If he turned back honestly, he wouldn't be able to stop the motorcycle.

Zhao Yan held up the railing on the roadside with one hand and stepped over it gracefully.

The traffic was dense and he needed to be alert.

Kick your left leg hard and take off.

Boom!

Successfully landed on the roof of a Mercedes-Benz.

Fortunately, we were near an intersection and the traffic was not very fast. He stabilized his body, continued to jump without stopping too much, and landed on the roof of another car.

In this way, Zhao Yan used a car as a springboard and quickly crossed the road.

However, this frightened some drivers so much that they came to their senses and cursed angrily.

"Fuck, little red guy, you're looking for death!"

"Mad, dad was scared to death. He almost thought a zombie fell on the roof of the car."

"Mom, look, is that Superman?"

"This guy is awesome. Is he practicing parkour?"

To those frightened drivers, Zhao Yan could only say sorry in his heart.

"Damn, it's still too late!"

When we reached the opposite side of the road, the motorcycle just passed by.

"stop!"

Zhao Yan gave a loud shout and rushed to catch up.

"Fuck, speed up!"

Huang Mao, who was in the back seat, turned around and took a look, which made his chrysanthemum shrink in fear.

Damn, this kid runs so fast!

The bald driver also noticed it through the rearview mirror. If he kept going at this speed, he might be overtaken.

Thinking of this, he stepped on the accelerator crazily.

He shouted forward with fierce eyes: "Get the hell out of my way! Don't block the road!"

When the passers-by in front saw this, they quickly hid to both sides like frightened birds.

As for blocking? What a joke.

The car is going so fast, how many times can I stop it?

"Fuck, you don't care about martial ethics, but you actually speed up!"

Zhao Yan gritted his teeth, he would definitely not be able to catch up if he continued like this.

He didn't ride a big 28, so what if he let these two guys run a hundred meters first?

I was thinking about a solution when I suddenly saw a small flower pot in front of a nearby store.

As soon as his eyes lit up, Zhao Yan picked up the flowerpot and ran away.

"Hey, hey, my flowerpot! Someone is here! The thief is caught! Damn it, even the flowerpot is snatched!"

In the store, a gorgeous woman hurriedly ran out.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yan had already ran ten meters away.

"Hahaha, kid, you're just trying to imitate others' bravery. Bye bye."

Ahead, Huang Mao in the back seat laughed arrogantly as the distance grew wider.

"It's now!"

Ignoring the crying proprietress behind him, Zhao Yan aimed at the target and flicked his arm hard!

Whoosh!

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the flower pot was like a cannonball, hitting the bald man driving the motorcycle in front of him.

"ah!"

With a scream, the bald man fell off his horse and fell to the side, groaning in pain.

The originally shiny bald head was now covered with dirt, mixed with a touch of bright red.

Huang Mao, who was in the back seat, was sitting on the ground with a confused expression on his face.

After succeeding in one blow, Zhao Yan nodded with satisfaction.

"Run, keep running!"

When he came up to him, Zhao Yan smiled sarcastically.

I used my sense of guilt to see, oh, there was a dazzling red light above the heads of Huang Mao and Bald.

Normal people who have not committed crimes are white.

"Boy, I'm warning you not to meddle in other people's business, lest you get involved!"

Huang Mao, who was sitting on the ground, got up, distanced himself, pointed at Zhao Yan and shouted with deep regret.

Now there was no hope for the bald man. Looking at Zhao Yan's height of about 1.8 meters, he felt a little frightened.

"It's very rude of you to point at others like this. I don't like it very much."

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Zhao Yan stretched out his hand like lightning, grabbed Huang Mao's finger, and bent it hard.

Click!

"Ouch!!!"

Huang Mao's shrill voice echoed through the street, and those who didn't know thought the egg had broken.

Dense cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he raised his trembling palms, staring at the deformed fingers with a collapsed face.

"You, you are breaking the law! I want to sue you! I want to call the police!"

Huang Mao was excited and incoherent.

"Oh? Call the police, I am." Zhao Yan spread his hands and revealed his identity.

Although it has not been reported yet, the information is already at the police station.

So, he is considered a police officer, right?

"?"

"Okay, as a police officer, you actually know the law and break it! I want to file a complaint against you!"

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment when he heard that Zhao Yan was a policeman. He had no time to think about it and shouted excitedly.

Snapped!

The slap was so powerful that Huang Mao spun around half a circle.

"Before you complain to me, you must first explain what you did! How many times have you robbed me?"

"Haha, you're dead!" Huang Mao spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at Zhao Yan coldly, and refused to answer.

The injury is so serious, if he makes a big fuss, this kid will definitely be doomed.

Want to interrogate him? Dream on!

"Very good, I just like how stubborn you are."

Zhao Yan moved his fingers and slapped him again.

Snapped! It's like thunder from a flat bottom.

Seeing Huang Mao's miserable state, the onlookers shrank in fear and took a few steps back.

The yellow hair on his face was swollen like a pig's head, and he said vaguely: "Don't even think about it."

Snapped!

"Say or not?"

"Speak of your uncle!"

Bang bang!

Continuously pumping left and right.

"explain?"

"I'm going to sue you to death!"

Bang bang bang!

Three draws in a row.

The bald man on the ground closed his mouth at some point and did not dare to move. He looked like a dead person.

Huang Mao felt dizzy and felt like his whole body was almost gone.

He opened his mouth and was about to speak.

Bang bang bang!

A few more slaps.

"Brother, I, I haven't said anything yet, why are you still fighting..." Huang Mao was about to cry but had no tears.

He was ready to give in first and learn from Han Xin to endure the humiliation. He had to escape this disaster first, otherwise he was really afraid that he would die here.

"Oh, sorry, reflex." Zhao Yan shrugged.

"..."