Early in the morning!
For ordinary people, they would have already fallen asleep, but for taxi drivers like Michael, it was a busy time.
He had bronze skin, as if he had been exposed to the blazing sun for many years. The outline of his face was very hard, and his eyes were deep and piercing, with some kind of vicissitudes.
Michael Langton!
Male!
27 years old!
Profession: taxi driver!
But who would have thought that the seemingly ordinary driver was actually a man who many giants were afraid of, and no one would have thought that he, who was once praised as the "Death", actually became a taxi driver now.
Perhaps he was tired of the life of fighting. Michael felt that today's life was full and peaceful.
Having dropped off a passenger, he cruised the road, looking for fares.
However, an Audi Q7 suddenly passed by his taxi. Perhaps the other person drove too fast that he scratched Michael's taxi. Michael originally thought that he would stop, but what made Michael unhappy was that he actually drove away and did not intend to stop at all.
"F*ck! You hit my car. You want to leave? No way!" Michael gritted his teeth, then stepped on the accelerator and quickly caught up.
Although he was driving an old taxi, he was very good at driving. In a moment, he caught up with the Audi Q7. Just as the Audi Q7 was about to turn, Michael forcibly stopped it with his taxi.
"Creak!"
A hurried braking sound rang out. Then the Audi Q7 stopped. A moment later, a drunk man walked out of the car.
"F**k! Do you want to die? Do you know how to drive?" Donovan Peters cursed in anger.
DUI?
As soon as Michael got out of the car, he smelled alcohol. He said seriously, "Sir! When you overtook me, you scratched my taxi! Look over there!"
After that!
Michael pointed at the spot where the scratch was!
"Humph! I don't care! I have a lot of money!"
Donovan glanced at him with a disdainful expression on his face. But he seemed to be in a hurry to go somewhere, so he didn't want to be entangled with Michael.
Therefore, he took out a large pile of cash from his pocket and threw it directly on Michael's face. His expression was so arrogant.
"Here, money! Take it! Don't bother me again! Get away!"
After that!
Donovan turned and left.
However, at this time, a young woman who was weak and tired suddenly crawled from the car. She wore a black narrow skirt, and a white shirt wrapped her slender figure. Her white and slender legs with a black silk stocking were very attractive.
What was more attractive was that the woman still had delicate and charming features, and her cherry lips were painted with bright lipstick.
Her eyes were a little blurred, and her expression was a little uncomfortable.
After Cordelia Snow crawled out of the car, she fell to the ground heavily due to her weakness, and she squeezed out a cry of help with great difficulty.
"Help... Help me!"
Eh?
Michael frowned and glanced at Donovan meaningfully. Donovan stared back at him and scolded, "F*ck! What are you looking at? She is my fiancee. If you look at her again, I will dig your eyes out!"
"Really? I don't believe it!"
Michael's face became gloomy. When Donovan smashed his face with money, he was very unhappy and thought it was simply an insult to his dignity. Now the lady was asking for help. If she was Donovan's fiancee, how could she ask for help?
Michael was not a cold-blooded person. Since he had run into such a situation, how could he not make a move?
"Stinky brat! Are you looking for death? She's my fiancee! If you want to meddle in my business, ask my fist first!"
After that!
Donovan gritted his teeth and punched Michael directly in his face.
"Think you're good enough to challenge me? Ridiculous!" Michael sneered with disdain. Then he also took action. He reached out his hand and grabbed Donovan's hand immediately.
"You son of b*tch!"
"Let go of me, or I'll kill you!"
Donovan was stunned for a moment. Obviously, he didn't expect Michael to be something. At this time, Michael said coldly, "Kill me? Sorry! I hate people who threaten me the most, and their ending will be very miserable! Like this!"
After that!
Michael gave a hard twist, and with a click, Donovan's wrist was forcibly dislocated. In an instant, he howled like a pig being killed.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
"You... you're dead. How dare you hurt me? Ouch! Don't... don't you f*cking know who I am?"
Donovan shouted angrily, but Michael snorted disapprovingly. "I don't care who you are, but you provoked me! Even if you are God, I will beat you to death!"
After that!
Two more punches from Michael!
"Bang bang!"
With two dull sounds, Donovan's eyes were hit and immediately blacked out. His eyelids were swollen like eggs.
Donovan realized that he had met a hotshot. If he continued to entangle with him, he would end up more and more miserable. It was said that a wise man knew when to retreat. In desperation, he had to choose to escape. Before leaving, he deliberately glanced at the license plate number of Michael's taxi and seemed to keep it in mind.
The license plate number was XXXXX.
"Damn it! If I find out who you are, I'll kill you!"
Donovan cursed in his heart.
Very soon!
His hands were injured. He endured the pain and ran away without the car.
"Humph!"
Michael gave a disdainful sneer. At this moment, he saw Cordelia still lying on the ground, as if she was in great pain.
So he hurriedly walked over and then asked with concern, "Pretty! Are you okay? Where do you live? I'll take you back? Pretty?"
After he called a few times, she was in a coma without any response.
"Alas! I'll be a good person to the end! I can only let you stay at my place tonight!" Michael sighed slightly, then picked up Cordelia and put her in the back seat of the taxi.
Then, he drove away.
About half an hour later, Michael arrived at his rented house.
After parking the car, he held Cordelia across his waist and walked to his house.
After taking her upstairs with great difficulty, Michael opened the door and put her on the bench.
"First, make a cup of tea to sober her up!" Michael thought for a moment, and then turned around to make a cup of tea. After finishing, he turned around to take a look.
The teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the tea splashed.
But at this time, Michael's eyes were wide open because he saw that Cordelia had taken off her clothes, almost naked.
"Grunt!"
Michael couldn't help but swallow, but his throat was still dry and itch.
Eh?
A beauty like this, he should be excited. Why did his feet be hot?
Michael was a bit stupefied.
