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The three people in the car breathed a sigh of relief.

Kitahara Iori leaned back and said with emotion, "Now I understand what Di Taro was afraid of just now."

Imamura Kohei nodded in agreement. "I've only seen people chasing cars like this in movies. That girl... Wolf Mite!"

"Now you know, even though she's a girl, a dozen boys can't get close to her."

Kujo Ditaro slowed down the car and looked at the navigation on his phone.

I don’t know how long it took, but two horns sounded from behind, and a truck with its turn signal on began to accelerate and approach.

Kujo Ditaro understood and slowed down again. The two cars, one fast and one slow, gradually merged into one row.

"Di Taro!"

"..."

Looking at the orange-haired girl at the back of the truck, the three people in the Prado were so shocked that they were speechless.

The orange-haired girl used her hands and feet and began to move to the left.

"Oh my god! Big sister, stop it! Someone might die!"

Kitahara Iori waved his hands repeatedly and shouted at the top of his lungs: "This is not a movie, think twice, sister!"

The orange-haired girl remained indifferent and continued to move to the left. She even made an OK gesture to show her confidence.

"This idiot!"

Kujo Ditaro suddenly slowed down the car, and the distance between the two cars instantly widened a lot.

The orange-haired girl stopped moving and shouted, "What are you doing? I can't dance like this!"

"This sister... really wants to dance."

"If she could catch up like this, what else could she not dare to do? By the way...how did she get on the truck?"

"I guess... a running jump?"

Ignoring the two men's comments, Kujo Ditaro continued to slow down, but did not lose sight of the truck.

At the same time, seven or eight locomotives parked in a line came rumbling from behind.

Chapter 153: Di Taro, hit him to death!

"..."

Anyone who sees a person climbing onto the back of a truck will be briefly stunned.

These motorcyclists who came on their bikes slowed down, obviously wanting to watch from the front row.

Kujo Ditaro had already noticed the group of motorcycles behind him, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. After all, Neon is a place where there is no shortage of motorcycle gangs who like to run wild.

"Di Taro, are we just going to follow you?"

Kitahara Iori peeked out, took a quick look, then turned back and said, "There's a bunch of biker gangs following behind us. I don't know what they're up to."

"Follow her first. We're still some distance away from our destination." Kujo Ditaro raised the corner of his mouth, his tone gradually turning colder. "If it doesn't work, just leave her alone. She won't die anyway."

Imamura Kohei was stunned and asked in surprise, "Di Taro, isn't she your classmate and friend? How could she be so heartless?"

"Oh? Then you introduce your child to her, and I'll immediately..."

"Di Taro, hurry! Hit her to death!"

Imamura Kohei waved his hand and changed the subject, "How about this? Let's both take a step back. You go and rescue the person, and we'll sacrifice Iori's child. How about that?"

"Oh?" Kujo Ditaro thought for a moment, his laughter becoming even more eerie. "That's a good idea to kill two birds with one stone."

"Hey, hey, hey! You guys don't act like human beings, do you?" Kitahara Iori originally wanted to stay out of it, but at this moment he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Iori, what are you afraid of?"

Kohei Imamura pinched the black-haired man's shoulders and whispered in his ear.

"Whether you can have children is still uncertain. Making a vow now is just a disguised way of raising yourself. Don't you think this is a good deal? As long as the vow is fulfilled, you'll have a wife and children. Even if the child isn't yours in the end, wouldn't that make you even more profitable?"

"You're cursing your father here, get out of here."

Kitahara Iori shook off the dirty hand on his shoulder and thought, "Kohei, let me ask you, if you found a girlfriend and she asked you who was more important, her or a lesbian, what would you do?"

Imamura Kohei said without hesitation, "What kind of question is that? A girlfriend is not as important as Lalako-chan."

"Oh?"

Kitahara Iori's eyes flickered, and after responding, he said no more.

Kohei Imamura felt uneasy, but he didn't know where the source of it came from.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I'm filming a movie."

Looking at the motorcyclist riding beside him, Kujo Ditaro answered unexpectedly.

"With your setup, you can only shoot short videos at best, and you're still bragging?"

"A microfilm isn't a movie? Stop looking for trouble and go away."

"Oh my, you have a bad temper. What if I don't leave?"

The motorcyclist has a bad temper and will honk his horn in protest if he disagrees with something.

Kujo Ditaro glanced at him and said nothing, just waved back.

The two men understood what he meant, their faces became ferocious, and their words became sharper.

"Brother, your car is not good. Judging from the configuration, it must be a second-hand modified one."

"What are you talking about, Gengping? Why would anyone buy a used car? This one must be at least seven or eight years old. You look at the smoke coming out of that little exhaust pipe, it feels like you have asthma."

"Now that you put it that way, it really makes sense. Brother, how much do you charge? I'll go buy one someday, if only for your asthmatic little airways."

"Brother, I want one too. Is five hundred enough? If not, add two hundred?"

The motorcyclist took a glance and what caught his eye were two exaggerated and distorted faces.

These two... are old trolls!

The motorcyclist had a firm guess in his mind, but he was not afraid.

You know, when it comes to the ability to criticize others, he has never lost to anyone.

"You guys made me laugh. You're so jealous that you're totally unrecognizable. Tsk tsk tsk."

"Jealous? Thanks, I'm offended. Also, there's a bend ahead."

"Ok?"

The motorcyclist looked ahead and didn't find any corner, so his expression became even gloomier.

"Are you kidding me?"

"I just teased you, so what?"

Kohei Imamura pouted, and his handsome face looked unrecognizable.

"You...can!"

The motorcyclist made a harsh remark, stepped on the accelerator, and the motorcycle drove in front of the Prado.

Kujo Ditaro became interested and sneered, "What does he want to do? Stop me?"

"Di Taro, do you think this guy could be that troll? He has such a foul mouth after all."

"That's hard to say, but to be honest, you two have much more foul mouths than him."

Kujo Ditaro felt that there was some possibility in what Kitahara Iori said.

After all, the appearance of a group of unfriendly biker gangs during this period of time is indeed very suspicious.

Kujo Ditaro seemed to be thinking about something, so he simply decided not to overtake and let the motorcycle in front of him twist and turn.

"Di Taro, how can you spoil him?"

Seeing that Kujo Ditaro was indifferent, Kitahara Iori became a little restless.

"Yeah, Di Taro, you should step on the accelerator and knock him directly into the sea." Imamura Kohei nodded in agreement and made a gesture of wiping his neck with his hand.

"Wait a little longer, let me see if they are the same group of people. If they are, then we can settle all the old and new scores together. If not, it won't be too late to chase them later."

Kujo Ditaro pulled out his phone, glanced at the navigation, and grinned, "We're almost there. The road forks down to the beach right ahead. If he drives down that path, their identities will be confirmed. Then, if we block the road, they'll all be dead."

"I see. Kouhei, go get the bat."

"OK, anyone who dares to run away... will have their legs broken."

.....

Kujo Ditaro guessed correctly.

Looking at the motorcycle turning into the fork, a cold light flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting.

The Prado did not follow closely behind, but continued along the main road and then turned around.

"Eh?"

The orange-haired girl riding on the back of the truck looked at the back of the white car that left her behind and immediately took action.

With inhuman and strange climbing movements, the girl reached the roof of the car and then walked forward.

When she was about to tell the driver to stop, the cave that came into view made her change her plans.

The orange-haired girl bent her knees, jumped high, and then began to spin. Even after landing safely, she did several backflips in succession.

"Sure enough, my legs are still numb after jumping out of the car."

The orange-haired girl kicked her legs, then turned and ran in the direction she came from.

at the same time.

Kujo Ditaro drove to the fork in the road, but in order to catch them all in one fell swoop, he did not rush in.

"You two go down first and lure them all off the motorcycle to prevent them from escaping by car."

"What? Ditaro, what should we do if we're surrounded?"

"Yeah, there are seven or eight of them. We can't win at all."

When the two heard that they needed to take the lead, they immediately made excuses.

Chapter 154: You're a lousy writer! Di Taro...smiles?

"Then you guys keep an eye on them and don't let them drive away."

Kujo Ditaro thought for a moment and changed his strategy.

Upon hearing this, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Look at you, you cowards."

While Kujo Ditaro sneered, he did not forget to drive the car into the fork.

Not long after the Prado drove into the intersection, a hurried figure continued running along the main road with no intention of stopping.

......

The path leading to the beach was not long, and Kujo Ditaro reached the end in less than two minutes of driving.

Looking at the motorcycles lined up in a row and the riders standing some distance in front of them, the three people in the car all grinned.

Kitahara Iori gripped his bat tightly and suggested, "They've already parked the cars. Go down and kick them all over, and then we'll block the road here."

Imamura Kohei's eyes lit up and he continued, "That's right. With Di Taro's combat power, combined with our support, it's a perfect match."

"If you don't dare to go up, then don't dare to go up. Don't talk so nicely. Just block the road for me."

The two people whose thoughts were exposed did not feel embarrassed, but instead said nice things shamelessly.

"Come on, Digo, you are so powerful. We will definitely be your strongest backing."

"Digo, we believe you, kill them!"

Kujo Ditaro didn't bother to talk nonsense and just pushed the door and got out of the car.