pampered by him

Chapter 306

In country N, there are quite a few biker gangs who are so rampant that even the police have nothing to do with them.

Now there is an unlucky guy who has been robbed of his bag.

People in biker suits with helmets ride cool motorcycles on the streets of the old city.

Pedestrians on the road retreated one after another, fearing that they would be robbed or hit.

In a blink of an eye, the speeding gangster galloped towards the direction of the four Weici.

Rampant with malice towards tourists.

The flying dust is accompanied by the roar of the motor.

Hua Mengmeng and Wen Tao were frightened by the sudden change and stayed where they were.

The photographer brother who was standing not far away hurried forward, trying to pull them away.

Sitting in front of the screen watching this scene, the director and others couldn't help shouting "Get out of here!", even if they didn't say goodbye, they couldn't hear it at all.

However, there was one person who remained calm and unaffected by the incident.

Qiu Mo embraced the unresigned one with one hand and quickly backed away.

At the same time, with the other hand, he pulled out the thick hemp rope hanging from the small stall next to him and threw it at Hua Mengmeng and Wen Tao.

The hemp rope seemed to be alive, wrapping the two of them in an instant.

With one push, Hua Mengmeng and Wen Tao were pulled behind.

But the bag in Hua Mengmeng's hand was snatched away.

"My bag!" she yelled.

The bag contained all the money that Wei Ci had earned. Before, Hua Mengmeng wanted to do something for the benefactor's father, so she took it from Wei Ci and helped her carry it.

Qiu Mo put Weici down: "Is Your Highness injured?"

Weici shook his head, looked Qiu Mo up and down: "What about you?"

"I'm fine." Qiu Mo raised the corner of his mouth, then turned his head to look at the speeding party who was about to disappear from sight, "Please wait for me at the same place, Your Highness."

After finishing speaking, he climbed up to a low building next to him.

That movement was extremely flexible and extremely fast.

The photographer brother couldn't keep up with Qiu Mo's speed at all, so he could only run along the ground.

Qiu Mo galloped on the roofs of the old city, sometimes only an afterimage of him could be seen.

Seeing this scene, the director couldn't help but clapped his hands and exclaimed: "It's wonderful! It's wonderful! This is comparable to the long shot in an international blockbuster! It's the kind of one-shot!"

"I just picked up a treasure hahahahahahaha!"

The director laughed excitedly, wishing he could hug Qiu Mo and kiss him a few times.

In just a few seconds, Qiu Mo caught up with the speeding gangster.

Qiu Mo's sharp gaze swept across the terrain and buildings in front of the Speeding Party, and then he swooped in one direction!
"Bam—"

After the loud noise, the speeding gang flew out with the car and people.

The heavy motorcycle turned several times on the ground, making harsh scratching sounds.

The speeding party was on the ground on its back, rubbing on the ground for a long distance before stopping.

Qiu Mo stood beside the damaged motorcycle and picked up the bag that belonged to Wei Ci.

Then he walked towards the speeding party under everyone's astonished eyes.

Just a second ago, this young man jumped from the roof and kicked the heavy motorcycle that was racing away!

Is that something ordinary people can do?

This isn't a movie, is it?

What about Wia?
What about green screen?
What about the stunt teacher?
The onlookers were stunned.

Qiu Mo stepped on the chest of the biker who couldn't get up.

The other party groaned in pain.

Qiu Mo stepped hard.

The speeding gang trembled and kept begging for mercy in the N language.

Qiu Mo ignored him and reached out to tear off his cracked helmet.

The biker was a young man with blood on his forehead and face.

This was probably the worst car accident he had ever had before he came out to play.

The moment the young man met Shang Qiu Mo's eyes, his whole body was filled with fear.

He trembled more violently.

However, just when everyone thought Qiu Mo would make the next move, he stopped.

He is a good shadow guard of Her Royal Highness.

Without the order of His Highness, he will not kill people casually.

"Call the police?" Qiu Mo asked as he looked at the cameraman who hurried over.

The photographer brother was out of breath and couldn't speak, so he could only nod his head in answer.

After getting the desired result, Qiu Mo raised his foot without hesitation, turned around and left.

Just when he was about to leave, a motorcycle rushed out from the other side, grabbed another package that fell on the ground and disappeared in front of everyone in an instant.

The package was originally carried by the young biker, but it fell to the ground in a car accident.

Qiu Mo didn't pay special attention to it before, but the behavior of another biker who would rather have a companion than a companion seemed very suspicious.

But...it has nothing to do with him.

The man who was robbed finally arrived.

A group of bodyguards followed behind him, and when they found that the boss's bag was still there, they quickly ran forward to get it back for him.

"You guys are so useless!" The man cursed in N Mandarin, and then walked towards Qiu Mo.

"You are really amazing! I admire you very much." The man said in broken Chinese.

He has his hair slicked back and wears a gold shirt with colorful tattoos peeking out from under his exposed neckline.

Very social.

The man didn't care about Qiu Mo's indifference: "As a thank you, the money is given to you, and it is considered as my reward for taking back the bag for me."

"If it weren't for you, I would have lost a lot today."

As he said that, the man walked up to the young biker, and kicked him a few times: "You bastard, I'm tired of letting you rob my master, right? You trampled to death, bah!"

When he cursed, he switched back to N Mandarin, which was not a good thing to hear.

After venting, the man looked at Qiu Mo attentively again: "I want to ask you to be my bodyguard, money is up to you!"

"You're amazing! You're stronger than the idiots I raised!"

"I'm rich... How much do you want? How about we discuss it..."

While the man was chattering, Qiu Mo walked towards his direction.

The man's eyes lit up thinking he agreed.

Just when the man was about to give Qiu Mo a brotherly hug, Qiu Mo brushed past him.

She didn't even give him another look.

"Your Highness." Qiu Mo walked up to Weici.

Weici, Hua Mengmeng and Wen Tao came here.

The shock on Hua Mengmeng's and Wen Tao's faces was undisguised. They looked at Qiu Mo for a moment and didn't know what to say.

Except for the things about Weici, he has almost no sense of existence, just like a shadow.

But just now, he was like an agent in a movie or a peerless master in a martial arts movie.

Qiu Mo still didn't give the two of them half a look.

He stretched out his hand to straighten the slightly messy hair, and then handed the bag to her.

"I got it back."

The ending of youth rises slightly, with a little invitation to favor.

Weici is a little cute.

So he praised him without hesitation, and directly praised the young man until his ears turned red.

The police quickly arrived at the scene to take over follow-up matters.

And Qiu Mo's feat today has become a legend in Huliwu Old City.

After this small intervention, Qiu Mo's mission was officially completed.

Coupled with the generous thank-you remuneration from the man with the flower arm, the funds in Qiu Mo's hands have become an existence that other guests cannot surpass.

(End of this chapter)