It was almost midnight.
Binhai City, which had been noisy all day, gradually quieted down.
The people who still had to go to work and school the next day took a shower, brushed their teeth, laid in bed, and scrolled through their WeChat Moments for a while before reluctantly putting down their phones and going to sleep.
Otakus with oily faces were fighting fiercely in front of their computer screens. They still had a long night ahead of them.
The people on the night shift yawned a few times and continued to fight against the demons of sleep.
However, for some people, the night had just begun.
Zoom！
Zoom！
In a residential building facing the street, the residents who had already fallen asleep were suddenly awakened by the roar of the engine. They turned over in annoyance, pressed their pillows against their ears, and muttered, "What the f * ck is wrong with them! The rich second generation is driving their sports cars again! "
That's right. Recently, a group of rich second generation kids had come out of nowhere. Perhaps some area nearby had been demolished, and they had gotten rich overnight after receiving a large sum of compensation for the demolition. They took advantage of the late night when the traffic police were not around and there were few cars on the road, and they liked to race on this street. They would step on the gas pedal, and some had even modified their cars, adding air to the exhaust pipe, which made the roar even more ear-piercing.
As for the second generation of a rich family, it was at most an entry-level rich family. The sports cars they drove were basically entry-level sports cars that cost about one or two million yuan. Even so, it was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
They might have watched too many movies or played too many games, plus they had some spare cash in their hands. They were like flies that gathered on this long, wide, and straight road, racing in their new sports cars, turning the stereo to the maximum, and screaming excitedly from time to time. They didn't have any driving skills to speak of, and they only knew how to step on the gas pedal to accelerate in a straight line to gain a sense of accomplishment and consume excess hormones.
The residents nearby couldn't stand the disturbance, and they were often woken up as soon as they fell asleep. If they slept with their doors and windows closed during the winter and spring seasons, they could make do with it. But now, everyone slept with their windows open to enjoy the comfortable temperature at the turn of spring and summer, and they were even more disturbed by the noise. People with weak hearts would even be frightened by the sudden sound waves, and the students preparing for the college entrance examination were even more miserable.
The residents reported the situation to the relevant departments, but there was no sign of a solution, because the rich second generation always appeared in the middle of the night, and not necessarily every day. They couldn't let the traffic police stay here until late at night, could they? In addition, before they raced, they would first send one or two cars to scout the road. If they saw the traffic police, they would move or change the appointment.
"Do you know what this is called? This is called guerilla warfare! "
After racing back and forth a few times, the rich heirs formed a circle around their sports cars and parked them on the empty street. They sat on the hood of their sports cars and talked about the racing just now, expressing that they had enjoyed it.
One of them, a second-generation rich kid with a baseball cap crooked, was wearing a black and white motorcycle leather jacket. He held a can of beer in his left hand and hugged his delicate girlfriend in his right. He was talking nonsense to the others. From his appearance, he looked to be about 20 years old, but there were already traces of excessive debauchery between his brows.
"When the enemy advances, I retreat. When the enemy is stationed, I disturb. When the enemy is tired, I attack. When the enemy retreats, I pursue! When the traffic police chase, we run. Anyway, our license plates are fake, and their broken cars can't catch up with us. When the traffic police are here, we change places. When the traffic police are tired, they retreat, and this is our territory! Those stupid traffic police can't do anything to us even if they tire themselves to death! "
He proudly showed off his knowledge to the other second-generation rich kids, causing them to exclaim in surprise.
"Boss, you're amazing. You even know this!"
"Boss not only has first-class driving skills, but he also knows a lot!"
"Haha! That's why I'm telling you brats to stop thinking about playing with women all day. Read more books, and the more books you read, the more women will take the initiative to come to you. My little darling likes to listen to me talk about the past and the present! "
The second-generation rich kid in the baseball cap laughed a few times. His right hand increased strength, and he touched his girlfriend's soft waist fiercely, causing her to let out a seductive moan and squeeze into his arms.
As the saying goes, in the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is the king. Although he only graduated from high school, in front of this group of second-generation rich kids, whose average level was only a junior high school dropout, he was already at an amazing level.
As soon as the laughter died down, someone asked flatteringly, "Boss, where are we going next? Are we going to make a few more trips, or are we going to the KTV entrance to see if we can pick up a drunk girl? "
"Let's make a few more trips. My legs were a little weak just now, so I didn't dare to step on the gas pedal to the end. This time, I definitely won't lose!" Another person said as he patted the hood of the Porsche 911 under his butt.
"Pfft! Come on, you're just a coward! "The others jeered.
"I'm sleepy. Let's get a room to sleep." The girlfriend yawned and whispered to the second-generation rich kid in the baseball cap.
His girlfriend had already squeezed out a nefarious fire in his body. Just rubbing and pinching was no longer enough to vent it. He also wanted to get a room to vent it, but he cared about his reputation and didn't want the other second-generation rich kids to look down on him.
While he was hesitating, there was suddenly a sneer from the darkness not far away.
"Who? Who the f * ck is laughing? "
The second-generation rich kid in the baseball cap thought someone was laughing at him. He knew his place. It was okay to pretend to be pretentious in front of this group of semi-illiterate brothers, but it was very likely that he would make a fool of himself if others heard it.
The laughter was very light and only lasted for a moment before it disappeared.
However, the other second-generation rich kids who were laughing were all stunned. They stopped laughing and asked, "What … what's wrong?"
"I'm not talking about you guys. Didn't you hear someone laughing just now?" The baseball cap said.
The others looked at each other. They didn't pay attention at all.
"No, I didn't hear it."
"Someone was laughing? Boss, did you hear it wrong? It's so late, and there are only a few people on the street … "
"What about you? Did you hear it?" The baseball cap pinched the girlfriend in his arms again.
The girlfriend was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. She shook her head in confusion.
"Tsk! You go into the car and rest for a while. I'll be back in a while. " He threw away the beer can, stuffed his girlfriend into the sports car, closed the door, and strode in the direction of the laughter with the help of alcohol.
"Boss, where are you going?" The others asked.
"I drank too much beer, so I'm going to pee! I'm also going to see who dares to laugh at me! "He said without turning his head.
"Wait a minute! I'm going too! "
"Boss, don't tell me your kidney is weak from too much sex?"
"Hahahaha!"
"Go f * ck yourself!"
Almost all the second-generation rich kids followed. Some were also holding back their pee, some wanted to vent the excess energy in their bodies, and some just wanted to show their brotherhood.
Although it was late at night, they were all young kids. They had more courage in numbers, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
If any of them happened to look up at this time, they would see that there was a cat squatting on the roof of an old-fashioned three-story building, but it wasn't a cat. It shone with a metallic luster under the moonlight.
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