Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 22: Where Is My Motorcycle?

The lights were so bright that the old man and Feng Jun, who were illuminated by the beams of light, narrowed their eyes.

The old man was the first to react. Although he could not see well, he called out right away, "Those little hoodlums!"

Feng Jun said afterward, "Is it the motorcycle gang?"

Like other second-tier cities, there were motorcycle gangs in Zhengyang City too. They rode high-power modified motorcycles on the outer ring every night. In order to increase the excitement, there were even gambling handicaps.

These people might not be very bad, but they were absolutely troublesome. A while ago, the police just imprisoned a racing gang because there was a beautiful, sexy motorcycle girl in the back seat when they were racing.

The motorcycle girls not only tested their driving skills, but they were also the bet on the drag race—the winner could f*ck all of them.

Besides, it happened in public right before everyone.

To the police, it was absolutely unacceptable, and it was a crime of group licentiousness.

However, why did they come here all of a sudden?

The next second, the old man sighed. "Those hoodlums simply want to make fun of me."

Immediately afterward, a few ropes were thrown over, and one end of each rope was tied around an iron bar, which firmly grasped the iron gate.

Feng Jun realized what they wanted to do, so he asked, "Why don't you call the police?"

"It's f*cking useless!" The old man couldn't help but say some dirty words. "They're just a bunch of kids and are younger than 18. Their families aren't poor, and they'll be released after being kept for a night. If you dare to call the police, they won't stop harassing you."

Hearing that, Feng Jun gave up the idea of calling the police.

In fact, he was quite dissatisfied with the old man's behavior when he refused to turn on the main switch, so he didn't think he should help the old man at this moment.

"Do you know them very well?" asked Feng Jun.

The old man snorted with annoyance. "In Xiaowu Village, there are several such prodigals."

Feng Jun nodded. Xiaowu Village was a relatively early urbanization village with a good location, so its villagers were quite rich.

After a few iron hooks grabbed the iron gate, a huge roar sounded again, and the motorcycles quickly moved away.

Several ropes tied with iron grips stretched straight in an instant, pulling the iron gate fiercely.

At this moment, they felt that they were back in ancient times when the nomads dragged the fence with horsepower to break through the defenses.

To be honest, it wasn't necessary at all. The iron gate of the factory was old, and the walls of the fixed gate were loose. Three or four guys were enough to knock it over by hitting it hard, and it might damage the locomotive by pulling it with a motorcycle.

However, those hoodlums raced motorcycles in order to show off.

Several ropes made a concerted effort, and the iron gate shook and fell to the ground with a loud noise.

"Seriously?" Feng Jun was stunned. It seemed that the huge iron gate was as fragile as a piece of paper.

The motorcycle gangsters cheered. They then turned the front of their motorcycles and rushed back all together.

The bright light shone into the factory unscrupulously, accompanied by the roar of huge motors.

Obviously, these guys were bold and in no hurry to escape, and no one would be able to catch them up if they decided to run away.

Two motorcycles were turned off, and three boys and a girl walked over.

Two boys carried nunchakus in their hands, and the girl was wearing a black tight-fitting tank top and a pair of denim hot pants with a wide belt at the waist, which was studded with shiny rivets. Her legs were all bare out in the air.

This was the typical costume of a female gangster. The makeup on her face was so thick that even her mother couldn't recognize her.

The old man muttered, "I'll never allow my own daughter to dress like that!"

A strong boy with a crew cut opened his mouth. "Hey, old man, do you want us to have an accident by turning off the street lights?"

The old man moved two steps backward and directly took the shovel at the door of his room. He then sneered, "Don't you dare fight against me!"

He looked quite serious and wasn't joking at all.

The four gangsters were struck dumb for a second because their nunchakus were much shorter than a shovel.

One of them shouted, "Where is our flying catch? Beat this old useless man!"

A nunchaku couldn't win a shovel, but the flying catch was very long and could attack from a long distance.

The old man clearly knew it too. If his shovel was caught by their flying catch, he would be doomed, so he raised his voice and said, "How dare you damage the public property? Call the police now!"

He turned to look at Feng Jun.

The girl gave Feng Jun a glare. "Hey, it's none of your business. Don't be involved."

Feng Jun simply wanted to watch the drama since none of them was a good person.

Therefore, he put his hands in his pockets and walked out the door slowly.

The old man was mad by his reaction, but he soon accepted the reality. There was a bunch of gangsters, while Feng Jun was just a tenant. He couldn't force Feng Jun to get involved in it.

At the same time, he sighed again with disappointment.

The boy with a crew cut went forward with a nunchaku. He then stared straight at the old man. "I can give you two choices. One, turn on the main switch right now. Second, we beat you together before we force you to turn on the main switch."

The old man snorted, "I'm the famous Mr. Six in Xiaowu Village. Don't you dare hurt Mr. Six!"

Xiaowu Village was a well-known rich village. Its villagers were willing to help each other. Normally, no one wanted to offend a group of rich, harmonious people.

The boy with a crew cut was struck dumb for a second. He then laughed out loud. "Mr. Six? I've never heard of that before, but can you promise that you won't walk outside in the night from now on?

"I can leave right now, but don't complain if you're beaten by someone from the back in darkness in the future!"

The old man knew it was a threat because it was impossible to avoid motorcycle gangsters.

Besides, motorcycle gangsters were cruel and violent.

The old man was unwilling to mess with them.

"Well, there are kids who love to race cars in Xiaowu Village too," said the old man.

"None of them is good," said the boy with a crew cut.

Actually, he didn't want to mess with a villager from Xiaowu Village either, especially when the old man seemed to be influential, so he said, "Hey, I come with my girl, so don't embarrass me in front of my girl. Turn on the main switch, and I promise that I'll never come again."

Even though the old man had a quick temper, he was also smart.

He nodded slightly and said, "Why didn't you say that earlier? I can do that, but you must tell me who's this girl's family?"

"Hey, f*ck you, old man!" The girl was furious.

"Mind your language!" The old man was angry too. "If I had a daughter like you, I would beat her to death."

"In your dream!" the girl sneered.

"Enough!" The boy with a crew cut lost his patience. "Stop arguing now."

The girl closed her mouth, but the old man mumbled, "You just pulled off my gate..."

Even though he was displeased, he still went to the back of his room and turned on the main switch.

With a muffled noise, the lights were lit instantaneously, especially at the entrance of the factory. A few street lights also lit up, and the other motorcycle gangsters on six motorcycles were also illuminated.

Four gangsters in the factory whistled. They then turned and ran to the door. "Run!"

That was the reason why people hated motorcycle gangs, because motorcycle gangsters always appeared and disappeared out of the blue.

However, the next second, the boy with a crew cut stopped all of a sudden. "F*ck, where is my motorcycle?"

Another boy also exclaimed, "Where is mine?"

Four of them got off from two motorcycles, and there were other fellow riders next to them, but now, there were only six motorcycles with riders on them.

"What the hell?" The boy with the crew cut looked around. "Did some people ride our motorcycles away?"

They turned off their motorcycles, but they didn't pull off the keys, which was also for the convenience of running away.

"No way." A rider next to him shook his head. "We all stayed here."

The boy with the crew cut looked ahead. He then found a young man walking outside. "Hey, you, stop there!"

"Don't yell at me!" Feng Jun put his phone into his pocket. "What is wrong with you?"

"What did you say?" shouted the girl. "Do you want to die tonight?"

"So? What can you do to me?" Feng Jun stared at them.

"Alright." The boy with the crew cut stayed calm. "I don't have time to argue with you. Did you see my motorcycle?"

Motorcycle gangsters were arrogant and rude, but they wouldn't kill randomly.

In fact, they were very smart and clearly knew what they shouldn't do.

"My motorcycle is worth eight hundred thousand yuan. If you can help me find it, I can give you a hundred thousand yuan!" said the boy with the crew cut.