Chapter 21: A bicycle worth seven million
The stick was swung and missed.
Wu Hao's nerve reflexes were now too quick, he had subconsciously dodged the bat that swept down in front of him, bringing along a cool breeze.
This was all thanks to the great gift package he had acquired.
The change in his body proportions had greatly increased his muscle strength and nerve reaction speed, several times that of normal people.
"F*ck, i didn't hit him? You guys give me that."
There was a roar coming from the alley.
Seven or eight people rushed out.
Everyone was holding a steel pipe and a wooden bats in their hands and started swinging at Wu Hao.
Wu Hao took a deep breath, focused and indifferently, dodged left and right, then grabbed an opening and kicked over a small gangster.
Then grabbed the bat in his hand and swung back.
Boom!
"Ouch, fuck."
Poof!
"Aaaaahhhh, my ear."
Bam!
"Ahhhh!, my teeth ..."
Bam bam bam bam!
Wu Hao moved swiftly like a wolf, and the bat in his hand was a powerful weapon.
A few rounds later, seven or eight punks were all knocked over by him on the ground, the last one because of his swearing, was truck fiercely on the head. And blood was flowing out from his head, while lying on the ground.
Hoo!
Wu Hao twisted his shoulders and neck.
This was very exhausting.
He turned his head to look around.
And inside the alley, a young man with a bruised face was standing there with a shocked face, and his legs had already started to shake.
It was Zhu Feng.
He had already been beaten up by his father so he was bruised and battered.
He could not swallow the anger that lingered in his heart, so he called a lot of people to wait outside the financial street in order to beat up Wu Hao.
Who would have thought that a group of people were all downed by one man.
Wu Hao's face was full of anger, while carrying the bat, he walked over in a large strides.
"Hey, hey hey, brother, brother I was wrong ..."
Zhu Feng was so scared that he kept backing up, and ended up tripping over his feet and fell to the ground with a thud, hissing and saying urgently, "I was wrong I was wrong ..."
Wu Hao did not care what he said, he started swinging the bat to hit him on the head.
A miserable scream rang out in the alley.
A few minutes later.
Wu Hao turned around and walked out of the alley and casually throwing away the bat in his hand and walked away slowly.
A few of the injured punks outside struggled to get up and walked into the alley to take a look, and then sucked in a breath of cold air.
He was beaten out of shape.
"Old six, let's go quickly."
"What, second brother, don't you care about Brother Feng ?"
"SB, you dare to care? He was beaten up like this, won't we be implicated when we get him home? Fuck, I knew I shouldn't have gotten into this shit."
"Second brother, are we really leaving?"
"Why not?, you still want to fucking live here? That kid is ruthless, people that do not talk much are never simple people. Luckily there is no surveillance here, tell everyone to get up and get out."
"Ah."
A few minutes later, the punks were gone.
After another ten minutes, Zhu Feng finally regained consciousness and got up trembling.
With his eyes that could barely be open, he looked around. His nose was sore. And he started whimpering and howling.
The area was suddenly filled with the sound of a man whimpering and crying.
it did not take long for this to attract the barking of stray dogs in the distant area.
...
...
Back in the rented room.
Wu Hao took a shower.
Threw the blood-stained clothes into the washing machine, then went back to the bedroom and fell into bed, and soon fell asleep.
Early the next morning.
[Ding. Today's check-in package has been refreshed. Check-in target, Yanjing Summer Palace.
Wu Hao scratched his hair and sat up suddenly.
Summer Palace?
I can't believe I'm going to the Summer Palace to sign in.
Is it going to give the Summer Palace to him?
It shouldn't be possible.
The Summer Palace is not a property that can be transferred.
Forget it, let it go.
Look at the time, only 6:10.
The flight booked for mom and dad yesterday was at 7:30 am.
There was still time.
Wu Hao got up and ate something haphazardly, and changed into a casual outfit.
His clothes were all selected by Sun Mengmeng, basically they were all on the sunny and handsome side of leisure wear.
After dressing neatly, he went out directly to the 4S store.
Let's see what cars have been refreshed in the garage.
When he opened the door of the premium garage, he was shocked.
Holy shit!
Two bicycles?
What the hell?
"Mr. Wu, these two bicycles were just delivered this morning. They were sent to Mr. Wu as a gift from the British Sotheby's auction house. Mr. Wu, you have a lot of face."
"They gave me a gift?"
Wu Hao was stunned.
"Yes, it is said that your birthday is coming up. These two bikes are for you as a birthday present."
"Ahem."
Wu Hao had a black line on his face.
The system was also too awesome.
It refreshes a car every day and actually has a meaning.
Even his own birthday was coming up and it knew about it.
Sotheby's in England, that is the most largest and biggest auction house in the world.
They had been auctioning since 1884.
Over the years, countless world-class treasures have fallen under the hammer at auctions there and became classics.
Its influence extends to almost every corner of the global art market.
It actually gave him a birthday gift.
No wonder early in the morning, Wei Lai was excited as a chicken.
He took a look at the document in his hand.
Fog grass!
Two bicycles worth a total of more than seven million.
What the hell?
At a first glance, He saw the model name: Butterfly TrekMadone, which he had never heard of.
Then he looked at the details.
Wu Hao suddenly dawned.
It turned out that one of the bikes was the ride of Armstrong, the seventh consecutive champion of the Tour de France, the one that rode through the final stage of the Tour de France in 2015.
That bike was later auctioned off at Sotheby's.
It was worth half a million dollars.
The other one, on the other hand was a replica.
But also a replica of pure carbon fibre structure, with a design by British artist Damien Hirst.
I'm afraid these are the two most expensive bicycles in the world.
Wu Hao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He had thought it would refresh a new sports car.
But rather he had gotten a bicycle ...
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Essex_got_Lens Sorry for the late posting of this chapter
My workspace had refreshed after i was finished writing this chapter as such i had to rewrite it again *sighs*
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