C330 I'm gonna kill you.

The bandit drove off, and Yang Gang finally got out of the taxi.

When the driver saw the blood on his neck, he was so scared that he didn't even want the fare and just drove away.

Yang Gang turned his head and saw that Zhao Chuanqi had not arrived yet.

They agreed that he would follow the taxi.

The van sped out of sight.

Yang Gang was extremely anxious.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash, followed by the roar of a car engine.

The Land Rover rushed out as the van turned and fled.

He knew the van was going to turn here.

The first van was hit in the waist by the Land Rover and rolled twice on the road before it was blocked by a telephone pole. The robbers in the van climbed out through the windows in shock.

The minivan behind braked and crashed into the Land Rover.

Zhao Chuanqi flipped over the car in front, and immediately turned the car around.

The front of the van was deformed, the driver grimacing in pain. The door opened, and the person inside rushed out with a blade in his hand, Zhao Chuanqi had already aligned himself and crashed into the door.

The robbers in the car thought it was just a normal car accident. They would never have imagined that the other party had already planned to crash into them, and was even trying to ram into a wall of death.

A robber had just jumped out of the car.

The Land Rover's tyrannical car came over, causing the robber's hair to stand up, he raised his blade and slashed at the head of the car.

The people behind him paled as they squatted in front of the door without knowing what to do.

The robber with the knife was knocked into the carriage, and the people inside saw his nose and mouth bleeding, and his arms shaking violently.

The man in the car dragged him inside with all his might.

Land Rover turned the car around, and he still wanted to hit it.

The people in the car felt the end of the world and fell into despair.

A man shouted to the driver, "Drive!"

The driver howled in pain, "Broken leg, you drive!"

Zhao Chuanqi was about to flip this car over when he saw one person climb out of the car in front, holding a bag in his hands. It was the bag that Yang Gang was using to store the money in.

He carried the bag and ran into a nearby alley.

Thus, Zhao Chuanqi let the robbers behind him go and turned the steering wheel, rushing towards the robber who was holding the money.

The bandit's mind was in a mess. When he saw the Land Rover chasing after him, under such circumstances that he had nowhere to hide, he hugged onto a lamppost, hoping to rely on this metal pillar to avoid this calamity.

Zhao Chuanqi smiled and increased the throttle, causing the car to crash into him with a roar.

The lamppost was broken with a 'ka' sound. The boy was scared out of his wits. His body was blown away by the huge impact and he rolled on the ground twice before getting up.

The Land Rover continued to rush over. He knew that he was done for, but even when he was about to die, he was still holding onto the three hundred thousand.

The car crashed into his thigh and his body flew backwards, forming a beautiful parabola as the 300,000 yuan in his hands was thrown forward and landed on the head of the Land Rover.

Zhao Chuanqi got off the car and kept the money bag, then turned around and left.

Upon seeing that the Land Rover was back, the bandit who had climbed out of the carriage shouted in fright and scattered in all directions. The streets were filled with people fleeing for their lives.

Fortunately, there weren't many cars on the road, and a few of them stopped to look at the devastation on the ground.

When Zhao Chuanqi drove back, he saw Yang Gang at the intersection.

Seeing Zhao Chuanqi's car, he opened the car door and got in. Before he left, he saw two vaulted vans with blood stains on the ground.

He already knew that these people were secretly ordered by that policeman! His evaluation of these people was just two words, they deserved it!

Yang Gang drove to the bank and carried the money in.

The manager of the bank personally welcomed Yang Gang, and specially assigned one of the most capable Female staff to be in charge of Yang Gang's business.

Yang Gang took out his identity card.

When the bank staff saw this, he said the same name as the hero on TV!

Yang Gang looked at Zhao Chuanqi, not knowing if he should explain.

Zhao Chuanqi said that he was the hero and that was the reward of three hundred thousand gold.

The bank staff laughed. "Interesting. Storing for three hundred thousand yuan is already considered a hero. Seriously, let me tell you, if he's that hero, I'll marry him right now!"

After saying that, he stared at Yang Gang: "Are you that hero?" She exclaimed, "He looks really similar, except that he isn't as handsome as the heroes on TV! Are you a hero or not? "

Yang Gang hurriedly shook his head. "No, no, how could I possibly be a hero?"

Female staff heaved a sigh of relief, "I say, no!". He then looked at Zhao Chuanqi with hatred, "You're the worst! You actually lied to me! "Humph!"

She saw the Land Rover key in Zhao Chuanqi's hands and said, "Driver, right? You're a driver right?"

Zhao Chuanqi was speechless. Why did this Female staff say so many things, and even open his mouth to speak about heroes, to shut up as heroes. Although beauties loved heroes, heroes were always around and you couldn't see them!

Thinking about the beauty's admiration for the hero, Zhao Chuanqi felt mixed feelings about it. He thought, this Old Zhang, why does he want me to become a hoodlum? It would be great if I could become a hero!

He heaved a long sigh in his heart.

Female staff began to concentrate on his work.

Yang Gang kept signing and seeing his writing, he couldn't even write straight. Female staff curled his lips and said, "You're pretending to be a hero, and your writing makes a mistake. How can a hero not know how to write his own name?"

Zhao Chuanqi said: "That's not necessarily true, since when did you see a calligrapher catch a fugitive?"

Female staff said, "This is called making trouble without any reason. Heroes are not calligraphers, so they should be able to write their own names. At the very least, tell me what words they are!"

Yang Gang's face flushed red, and Female staff found evidence that he was not a hero. "How could a hero blush!"

Zhao Chuanqi said, "Yes, all heroes wear masks!"

The Female staff snorted and ignored him, continuing her business.

Zhao Chuanqi thought: "This female has such a blabbermouth, and he's even f * cking good at business, isn't he good at blabbering?"

He looked deliberately at her mouth and smiled.

Half an hour later, the bank would complete Yang Gang's deposit.

Yang Gang took a hard copy handed over by the Female staff and fearfully thought, three hundred thousand became this card!

He worriedly asked Zhao Chuanqi: "There's three hundred thousand inside!"

Zhao Chuanqi told him to put it in his pocket, and said: "Fill it up well, three hundred thousand!"

After which, he walked out.

Female staff shouted from behind: "Little driver, come back!"

Zhao Chuanqi stopped and asked: "What's the matter?"

Female staff said, "Your bag!"

Zhao Chuanqi went back and brought out the bag. He walked to the entrance of the bank, threw the bag down and got on the car.

On the way, he asked Yang Gang, "What are your plans for the next step? Do you want to continue fighting in City D, or go home and live a good life?"

Yang Gang said: "I plan to go back home first and give the money to my parents. I will repair the house or build a new one, and then come back and go to Beijing with my brother and sister. The doctor has already drawn my blood, he said it's okay."

Zhao Chuanqi nodded, he went home first and gave money to his parents. What a good son. He couldn't help but think of his own Dad. He also had a salary, and although it was called an allowance, he didn't send it to his father. Although he didn't lack a few hundred dollars, he didn't buy anything for his father. Sigh, I don't even have that thought, my heart was filled with regret!

He drove to the hospital and saw Yang Wei's family.

Their family was in high spirits. The doctor guaranteed them that their son's illness would be cured. They were contacting the Beijing Hospital and would be going to Beijing in a few days.

Their son's illness could be saved, and they didn't have to spend the money themselves. They had no reason to be unhappy.

Seeing Zhao Chuanqi made him his savior.

All the good things seemed impossible without him.

He only followed Yang Gang to the construction site when they met on the bus last time. If Yang Gang didn't know him, he might have returned to his hometown.

How could he meet that demon back home? How could he become a hero if he couldn't capture him? If he didn't, how could the Hero Government treat his child's illness for free?!

There was an inseparable connection with Zhao Chuanqi.

Yang Wei had promised Zhao Chuanqi that he would go out and take a seat.

Coincidentally, they had not eaten yet, so they sent out an enthusiastic invitation. Yang Wei's son shouted for them to take a ride in the car, so Zhao Chuanqi naturally could not reject!

Yang Wei's wife sat in the car, feeling dizzy. He whispered to Yang Wei: "I'm dizzy.

Yang Wei said in a huff: "Don't talk nonsense, this car can buy more than 10 handlebars!"

Yang Gang corrected him: "One hundred!"

Yang Wei's wife's mouth was wide open: "100 cars, then from the village all the way to the other side, there might not be a full line!"

In her heart, this car was inferior to the hand support. There were less people pulling it, and it was also uncomfortable sitting inside. It was so stuffy that it was even to the point of panic!

Zhao Chuanqi found a restaurant with characteristics of a commoner.

The whole family walked in, Yang Wei ordered a table of dishes, his wife said that there was nothing to eat?

In the end, she had eaten the most after the dishes were served. Zhao Chuanqi did not expect that this female was really too good at eating!

When settling the score, Yang Gang rushed to pay it, leaving the boss aside a large portion. The car that the boss knew them from was from the Qizhong!

Yang Gang was puzzled. After eating so much, it was only a little over one hundred dollars.

Zhao Chuanqi laughed and said: "It's very cheap, commoner dining hall huh!"

He quickly walked out, and suddenly felt that wearing the Qizhong halo on his head was really uncomfortable.

Originally, he wanted to send them back to the hospital, but Yang Wei's son insisted on taking the car. In order to satisfy this little patient who was about to go to Beijing, he drove them to the park and played for two hours.

In the playground, his son flapped his arms like a bird, trying to fly.

As he ran, he tumbled and sat up, coughing non-stop.

His mother, terrified, quickly carried him into the car. As for his father and his uncle, they had run off to who knows where.

Zhao Chuanqi's gaze swept across the amusement park. He saw a row of small stalls by the side of the road, all selling snacks.

He saw the stall that sold frying pancake fruit s. A familiar figure, he seemed to be able to hear the little girl's laughter.

The other little girls in the plaza were like princesses, acting coquettishly in their mother's arms, or else they would be playing in various entertainment facilities while the little girl selling pancakes was helping their mother take care of the stall. But she would still be happy, Zhao Chuanqi thought.

He thought about buying some pancakes, but he was afraid they would recognize him.

Coincidentally, Yang Wei came over and bought a kite for his nephew. Yang Wei was teaching him a lesson, even if he had money, he could not get too used to him, why buy this for him!

Yang Gang stammered without saying a word, hoping that his nephew would be happy after seeing him.

Zhao Chuanqi stopped them, took out a hundred yuan and pointed at the frying pancake fruit: "Buy some pancakes!"

Yang Wei said: "Didn't you just eat!"

Yang Gang pushed the money towards the pancake stall.