Vol 5 Chapter 215: We can't beat him

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The sports car has been turned off, and the black body is also covered with mud, and a few scratches can be seen vaguely.
The black car is indeed very windy, but black is also the color that is most susceptible to dirt. At this time, the original beautiful sports car was stained with mud, and the grade fell instantly. It really responded to that sentence: The phoenix on the ground is not as good as the chicken.
Omi opened the door and walked out of the car, but then he yelled. Because he stepped on Tuoxiang.
The poor sanitation in India means that you will step on this thing when walking on the roads of cities, not to mention the farmland.
"I'm going to scrap the taxi driver." Omi pulled out his cell phone and dialed a call. He wanted to call his bodyguard.
"Okay, Omi, don't be angry. After so long, the taxi must have gone far, even if your bodyguard came over, we can't catch up." The companion said comfortingly.
"No, I will definitely be able to find the guy. The only destination machine on this road is the airport, and the taxi must also go to the airport, so as long as I rush to the airport, I will be able to catch the taxi driver. To break the guy's leg," Omi lowered his head and looked at Xiang's shoes, and said fiercely, "I want the guy to kneel in front of me and lick my shoes clean"
The evils of rich people are everywhere, especially in all areas where the gap between the rich and the poor or where power is concentrated is more serious. What's more, India still has a caste system, so Indians are born with a class concept, which is often greater than the awe of the law.
The taxi arrived at the airport, Zhang Guan quickly rushed out of the car and rushed into the airport.
However, on the large screen in the waiting room, several planes going to the United States have already shown their take-off. The most recent flight to Los Angeles was on the runway.
Zhang Guan knew that Sharapova was on this plane, but at this moment, he could only watch the plane taxi on the runway, slowly take off, and gradually turned into a black spot, disappearing into the distance.
"Just a safe journey" Zhang Guan sighed silently in his heart, and at this time, his mood has also calmed down a lot, he gradually calmed down and restored his ability to think.
"She's right, she belongs to tennis, tennis is her love. He is different from me. Maybe I really want to give her more space to chase her dream." Zhang Guan shook his head and he began to reflect.
Track and field, tennis, basketball, and Zhang Guan have all achieved the top achievements in the world, but when he recalled, he found that he did not seem to really love these sports. What he likes is just the feeling of winning the championship, just the comfort of defeating others, just the thrill of standing on the top of the world
"What am I after?" Zhang Guanpian asked himself, but he couldn't give himself an answer.
He found a seat and sat quietly, thinking silently, also thinking about his future path.
"Will you continue to track and field?" Zhang Guan shook his head. In the current track and field competition, he has been difficult to find the passion of the past. This point, he had a deep experience in the previous Olympic Games. When he defeated Bolt, Warina, Ramz, and Saradino, he could not feel the excitement that was hard to suppress. He felt that he lived a gold medal and broke the world record, more like Having completed a task is more like doing something that must be done.
When he watched the cheering and jumping of other athletes after winning the gold, their excited ventors' own emotions, they released the joy in their own inside, he will also be happy for them, but more is a kind of envy. Because he may have a hard time recovering this feeling.
"Would you like to continue tennis?" Zhang Guan shook his head. He had already won the highest easy gold slam in tennis. Even if he appeared on the court, he simply wanted to refresh the number of trophies, not to mention Sharapova. Playing tennis, Zhang Guan was very worried that appearing on the tennis court would affect her.
"Go play basketball?" Zhang Guan subconsciously denied this idea. If he wants, he can indeed land in any basketball professional league in the world at any time, including nba. If he wants to be the team leader, he is fully confident that he can convince the Los Angeles Lakers to trade himself to other teams. But now he has absolutely no desire to play basketball.
"It seems that I am not a qualified athlete yet." Zhang Guanchang sighed and walked out of the airport with some loss.
Outside the airport, the taxi that Zhang Guan drove was still there, and Zhang Guan walked subconsciously, but when approaching, he found that the taxi driver had been surrounded by three big men.
"He's here, Mr. Zhang Guan is here." The taxi driver seemed to see the savior. When he saw Zhang Guan, he almost burst into tears with excitement.
"You see it. I didn't lie. I really didn't lie. That's really Zhang Guan." The taxi driver said.
Zhang Guan had approached at this time, he saw that the taxi driver seemed to be beaten up, his cheeks were swollen, and in front of the taxi driver, in addition to the three big men, Standing a fashionable young man, but this young man looked a little embarrassed.
"What happened?" Zhang Guan stepped forward and subconsciously covered his nose because he smelled a bad smell.
Zhang Guan's action made the fashionable young man irritated. He asked Zhang Guan: "It's really the world champion that you drove this car just now."
"I drove it." Zhang Guan frowned, and then asked: "Are you a traffic policeman? I have an international driver's license, just put it in the hotel. If you want to see it, I can send someone to the hotel." Bring it."
When the other party asked this question, Zhang Guan's first reaction was that the traffic was illegal, but looking closely, the dress on the opposite side did not look like a traffic policeman.
"Of course we are not traffic police," the fashionable young man said, "know me, my name is Ommarija"
"I don't know, and I'm not interested in knowing." Zhang Guan was already in a bad mood. He didn't want to take Omi at all.
"Then you should know my car, do you want me to remind you, Black Jaguar?" Omi said viciously.
"You are the guy with the ghost" Zhang Guan looked at Omi more angrily. If Omi was not driving, he might have a chance to see Sharapova again.
"Yinlingsan dare to say that my lingering ghostling" Omi's hatred grew stronger, he showed a fierce expression, and then said: "I have an accident with you, but my new car has just been shipped. I spent a lot of effort on that car, so you have to compensate me for the loss. You have to compensate me at least 1 million. Oh, no, it’s $2 million. Otherwise, hum
"Otherwise you still have to beat me." Zhang Guan's face also gloomy.
"Don't think you are the world champion, I would not dare to hit you," Omi shook his fist, bluffing.
"Are you sure you have beaten me?" Zhang Guan asked immediately.
"Not me, but us, but we have three people here." Omi looked at his three bodyguards.
"Well, you can try it." Zhang Guan smiled angrily, his eyes spontaneously lethal.
Beside Omi, a bodyguard quietly leaned into Omi's ear.
"Boss, I'm afraid we can't really beat him"
"What are you talking about?" Omi almost passed out, and he never thought that the first to admit that he would be his bodyguard. Isn't it to destroy his ambition and increase the prestige of others?
"Boss, I don't know if you have seen a piece of news about the gangster Zhang Guan killed in the Taj Mahal Hotel," the bodyguard kindly reminded.
After such a reminder from the bodyguard, Omi immediately thought of it. Before Zhang Guan, he killed a killing king with his own hands. With these three bodyguards under his own hands, it seems that although the people are tall, but compared to professional killers After the flower shelf, maybe a few photos will be beaten down by Zhang Guan
Khan Zhu suddenly emerged from Omi's forehead. With some guilty conscience, he couldn't help but stepped back half a step, and a glance of fear appeared in Zhang Guan's eyes.
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