Chapter 2467

You only have one chance, if you don't succeed, you will become a ghost.

At this moment, I seemed to truly understand the eight steps to catch a cicada taught me by Master Hou Shangma. The final form of the eight steps to catch a cicada is not to chase the cicada, but to transform into a cicada yourself!

Just before the steamroller was about to run over me, I took a few steps back, raised my breath, took a deep breath, and kept raising my breath!

Run and jump! The muscles of both legs explode with all their strength! Kick against the wall as hard as you can!

Kick seven steps in a row!

Finally, looking at the wall, there is still a distance of nearly two meters! I am extremely unwilling!

I'm going to die like this! A legendary young man from the North was crushed into a meat pie by a steamroller? This way of death is too damn useless!

Sudden! A stick appeared out of thin air in front of me!

I grabbed the stick immediately without thinking!

"Hold on! Stop fucking shaking!"

The person leaning on the wall and handing me the stick was none other than me! It was Ma Dachao who I just saw selling fried noodles in the afternoon! At that moment, I saw a golden light appearing behind him, just like the Tathagata Buddha.

"Come up!"

Ma Dachao roared! He struggled to pull me up.

I gasped and sat on the wall in shock. The medium-sized roller below had already run over me.

It’s impossible to describe the scene. There were desperate screams and calls for help. Many people had no way to run and wanted to jump on the steamroller to seize control. Naturally, they failed. They could only watch as they were knocked down by the steel behemoth-like steamroller. , and then slowly run over.

The blood was like ketchup squeezed out of a bag, staining half the alley red in a matter of seconds.

"Stop looking! Let's go!"

Not caring about the height, I called Ma Dachao and jumped off the wall.

"You are not from Zhenhai! Why are you here!" I asked in a panic.

Ma Dachao's coat was scarlet, and he didn't know if it was his blood or someone else's. He was sweating profusely and said, "I'm here to make money from the fucking heads! I'll give you a thousand yuan for killing each person!"

This kid Li Kangyang is so cruel, he has more than two hundred people! He first used two hundred men to consume the Fujianese people's physical strength, and then lured the Fujianese people into the alley! Then he called another wave of people from the stadium to surround and suppress the Fujian people!

The melee in the distance has entered a fierce stage. I don't know whether the brothers have succeeded or not, and I can't see where they are at all.

"Laigen?"

There was blood on my hands, so I wiped them with my clothes, took out two cigarettes and handed one to Ma Dachao.

The two of us hid against the wall in the dark. I was holding a cigarette and said, "Are you greedy for life and afraid of death? That's why you hid on the wall trying to get away with it, and you happened to meet me."

Ma Dachao held a cigarette in his mouth and said: "Since ancient times, a man can be long or short."

"Then let's call it fucking flexible and flexible."

"Thanks brother."

"Well, you're welcome."

I turned to look at him and said: "If it weren't for you today, I would definitely be dead. I don't have to pay back the thirty thousand yuan. I don't want to owe this favor, so I can give you a sum of money as repayment for this time." You tell me the number of things."

"Oh? It sounds like you are very rich. Brother, are you the second generation of rich people?"

I smiled and said, "My ancestors were poor for six generations and wore crotchless pants. I earned all my money through hard work. In this way, I will give you 200,000 yuan tomorrow as a return favor."

It could be seen that Ma Dachao looked a little excited. It took him two minutes to calm down and then whispered: "The beating over there was too hard. Let's not go there and join in the fun. We can hide here until they finish the beating and then go out."

I frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Heroes think alike, I think so too."

"By the way, you used to be a member of the Zhenhai Gang. Do you know San Taibao?" I inquired.

Ma Dachao scratched his head and said: "How can I possibly know a big shot at that level? I used to be a low-level errand boy in Zhenhai, but I saw the three Taibao you mentioned once from a distance during a meeting before. He seemed to be quite thin and short. Maybe only a little over 1.6 meters."

He continued: "Just now, I was chopping someone, and a guy with a hat and a straw came out from nowhere. That guy was so damn fierce! A dozen strong men couldn't stop him. I guess it was from Fujian Where did he invite these martial arts masters from? Our chief eunuch was killed by a man in a hat as soon as we met him."

I immediately asked: "Are you sure you saw the big fat man die with your own eyes?"