Peerless God of Cultivation

102 You Killed My Son?

The sports car worth millions of dollars arrived first, and stood in front of Chen Han and Zhou Mengmeng. Many students suddenly froze in their hearts: was there any conflict between Daqing Xiaobawang and Chen Han, or they feel that their status in the school was threatened, specializing in Running for trouble?

This time there was a good show to watch!

With a different mentality, but most of them were students watching the scene. Xiaojie jumped out of the sports car and walked in front of Chen Han with a smile.

Looking at Zhou Mengmeng, who was obviously a little nervous, afraid that he would be unfavorable to Chen Han, he quickly discarded his laughter and said respectfully: “Uncle Chen, what do you have to do with me?”

Although he really wanted to make fun of it, it was okay for the two of them to tell jokes in private, in front of many people, especially in front of a girl who seemed a little ambiguous, it might make Chen Han lose face. What’s more, although the age difference between the two was not big, they were uncle and nephew in terms of seniority, and some occasions still need to be paid attention to.

Uncle?

Both those who wanted to see the joke and Zhou Mengmeng were dumbfounded, and the two were only two or three years apart, so how did they become uncle and nephew? Could it be that Chen Han was the younger brother of a certain boss of Jingyun Club? If so, it would explain why he was not afraid of Yan Fei, and was soon released after being captured.

Chen Han grabbed the car keys in his hand and said with a smile, “It’s okay, you’ve been enjoying the sports car these days, should I use it?”

“This car was originally yours. You are too low-key to drive it.”

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“Okay, stop flattering. Should we go to dinner together?”

“I can’t! I still have something to do, so I won’t bother you, hehe...”

He glanced at Zhou Mengmeng with a strange look, the kid turned around and ran away after saying a word, but he couldn’t help but tease him in the end, he didn’t want to be flattened by Chen Hanhai.

After running for more than ten meters, he suddenly stopped and called, “Uncle Chen, you don’t seem to have learned how to drive, right?”

Chen Han sent the stunned Zhou Mengmeng to his seat, without opening the cab door, he jumped up and sat in the driver’s seat, and waved to him: “I’ve been in the car so many times, I can see it all, how it works. We are not from the same world, don’t compare your IQ with me, let’s go...”

“Please...don’t crash the car...”

Xiaojie, who had just finished teasing and was immediately hit by Chen Han, muttered something quietly and looked at the sports car with a bit of distress. He didn’t worry that a crash would hurt his idol, even if the sports car crashed into scrap metal, the man wouldn’t hurt even a hair on his head. The problem was that he wouldn’t have a sports car to drive in the future.

There was a huge roar from the engine. She had just heard that Chen Han had never learned to drive, but Zhou Mengmeng was embarrassed to get out of the car, so she could only hold on to the seat belt tied to her body tightly, her face turned pale.

The BMW 740 accelerated to 100 yards per hour in just three seconds, and roared towards the school gate, looking vaguely crooked.

Before Xiaojie could scream, the sports car quickly adjusted and stabilized. How could it still be driven by a novice who was driving for the first time?

Zhou Mengmeng looked at Chen Han with a calm face in astonishment, and a huge wave suddenly erupted in her heart: What kind of man was he?

Even the little bully was in awe of him, he raised his hands and made dozens of gangsters cowered with broken bones, and the deputy mayor couldn’t do anything about him, but he was still a very serious student. People who have never driven a sports car worth more than one million could become a skilled veteran in just a few seconds in order to keep a low profile for others to use.

Such a person, who hides too many secrets, has a fatal attraction for young and ignorant girls.

The sports car drove all the way to the city center under hundreds of suspicious and envious eyes, Chen Han looked straight ahead without squinting, and said with a faint smile: “Squad leader, I may trouble you in the future, such as borrowing your class notes. Take a look, for example, if you occasionally help to ask for a leave, don’t refuse at that time.”

“No... no, you can let me do anything...”

Looking at his Zhou Mengmeng absently, he felt that there was a problem as soon as he finished speaking, and his face was flushed with shame, and he quickly changed his words: “I didn’t mean that, that is... Anyway, it’s right for classmates to help each other, you don’t have to be too polite. “Don’t call me the monitor, okay?”

“What’s your name then?”

“My parents call me Mengmeng, and you can call me that too.” The tone of voice dropped a lot, she lowered her head and didn’t dare to look at Chen Han.

“Oh, then I’ll call you Mengmeng in the future.” Chen Han didn’t think too much at all.

He kept looking at the road ahead, making Zhou Mengmeng’s shyness gradually subside, and began to curiously ask those doubts in his heart, Chen Han also responded half-truths.

Not long after, just as the sports car entered a relatively remote road, and when the road was crossed by the street where the restaurant Chen Han was going to go to, a few strangely strong waves of real essence came from behind the car, and in a blink of an eye, they crossed the sky above.

“Chen Han?”

Above his head was a four-foot green blade with a blue bark. It looked like a man in his fifties, his eyes flashed with almost frantic killing intent: “You killed Yuan Hong? You killed my son?”

There were five people standing beside him. When Chen Han’s spiritual sense probed over, he found that the energy aura emanating from them was all the true essence of Jindan stage cultivators.