What is considered cool?

Jia Simiao never thought that riding a motorcycle could be so cool.

Vroom vroom! Li Ergou drove his motorcycle and ran in the middle of the road. Thick smoke billowed behind him, and his speed was really fast. One person was fine, but with two people's weight, it couldn't go much faster than a bicycle.

Li Ergou held a cigarette in his mouth and grinned: "Jia Ge, you think my bike is good?"

Jia Simiao cursed: "Good? It's more than good. It's almost as fast as a bicycle."

Li Ergou said: "Do you really think I can't go faster? This is following traffic laws. Bicycles still need to pedal with their legs, while mine is at least automatic. Hey, it just uses some oil."

Sure enough, on the busy street where cars were coming and going, there wasn't enough space for them to pass through. But Li Ergou was different; he drove this motorcycle and weaved through traffic like an expert driver. The drivers of those cars couldn't help but curse at him from behind because they had no choice but to eat his dust.

"Ergou, don’t the police catch you driving this assembled motorcycle?"

"Qiu (nickname), am I afraid of them? Let me tell you... cough cough Jia Ge (brother Jia), there’s an uphill ahead; get off and help me push up."

"... "

Jia Simiao made up his mind that if he ever rode in Li Ergou’s car again he would become a gigolo at Banana Club - it was too torturous otherwise! He didn’t know what it felt like for Li Ergou driving the car; even sitting inside made one feel like their intestines were being shaken apart.

Finally arriving at the construction site after much difficulty, Li Ergou shouted loudly: "Jia Ge, hold on tight. I'm going to brake."

Brake? Jia Simiao was stunned and saw Li Ergou directly use his feet to rub against the ground, making a squeaking sound as they slid several meters before finally stopping.

Jia Simiao was dumbfounded and couldn't close his mouth for a long time. He muttered: "Ergou, does your motorcycle not have brakes?"

Li Ergou proudly said: "Of course it has brakes - foot brakes that wear out shoe soles."

Jia Simiao's scalp exploded; he realized that this ride had been like taking a round trip through the gates of hell. His life was precious! After throwing the bike aside, Li Ergou took out a big chain and locked it up before waving goodbye and saying loudly: "Let's go find Wu A'mong at the construction site."

The building here is still under construction with bricks, tiles, broken wood pieces scattered all over the ground. Many workers are working here wearing safety helmets with dirty faces. It’s really not easy to find Wu A'mong among so many people.

Jia Simiao asked: "Ergou, which construction site is Wu A'mong at?"

Li Ergou said: "I don’t know either; he hasn't come in quite some time."

"What? Do you have his phone number?"

"Nope."

Jia Simiao kicked him and cursed: “Then how do we find him? Are we supposed to ask everyone one by one?”

Li Ergou grinned and said confidently: “Don’t worry about it; let's sit in a shady place for a while. I promise I can take you to find Wu A’mong.”

In a shaded area where they sat on bricks together, Jia Simiao pulled out a pack of cigarettes but Li Ergou stopped him with laughter saying “Smoke mine.” He also pulled out a pack, and Jia Simiao's eyes widened when he saw that it was Zhonghua (a high-end Chinese cigarette brand). Li Ergou took one out and handed it to Jia Simiao with a smile: "Here, take a look.

What kind of Zhonghua is this? It's actually the kind of dry tobacco that you roll yourself. Li Ergou was a little embarrassed and said with a smile, "Uh... I got a Zhonghua cigarette box to show off." Jia Simiao had never smoked dry tobacco before. After lighting it up, he took two puffs and coughed uncontrollably because the strength was too strong for him. But Li Ergou didn't care and sat on a brick, smoking heavily while occasionally glancing at the workers on the construction site.

After waiting for about ten minutes, he suddenly jumped up and shouted, "Jia Ge, let's go find Wu A'mon." Jia Simiao then noticed that all the workers had finished work and gone to eat in the canteen. The two followed them from behind until they saw a row of people squatting outside the canteen door with small bowls of food on their chopsticks pierced through buns. They made slurping sounds as they ate.

As they approached the canteen, there suddenly came shouting noises from inside. Several people were kicked out and fell to the ground. A young man walked out while cursing: "You dare rob me? You must be tired of living! Get lost!" The people at the door showed fear on their faces as they quickly moved aside.

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Then Jia Simiao saw a tall young man who was over two meters tall with broad shoulders and arms thicker than most children's thighs walking towards them carrying two small pots filled with meat piled into small mountain peaks along with twenty or so steamed buns pierced by three chopsticks each.

Ten or so men holding boards and hammers rushed towards him shouting: "Wu A'mon! You've taken all our meat! What are we supposed to eat?" Wu A'mon did not stop his steps but continued walking straight ahead without looking back.

"Brothers, let's get him! We'll teach him a lesson!" These people had probably been bullied before and when they heard this shout, they hesitated for a moment before rushing towards Wu A'mon. The sound of boards and hammers hitting flesh could be heard as they attacked him. But Wu A'mon did not stop or even sway from the blows. He continued walking to one side and put down his pots of food.

"I'll kill you!" A tall man over 1.9 meters tall rushed at Wu A'mon with a machete while he was bending over to put down his pots of food. Taking advantage of the gap in time, he swung the machete hard on Wu A'mon's back but only managed to tear his clothes without injuring his skin.

This scene stunned everyone present. When Wu A'mon turned around, he grabbed the machete handle with one hand and punched the tall man in the face with another fist causing him to stagger backwards several steps while bleeding from nose and mouth before falling onto the ground unable to get up again.

Wu A'mon then twisted off both ends of the blade like twisting a twist-tie until it became useless scrap metal which he threw away while cursing: "If any of you have such sturdy heads like this knife, come forward! If you don't dare come forward then just go away!"

The ten or so people who surrounded them were all scared stiff by what happened next as their weapons fell out of their hands making clanging sounds on impact against each other or against concrete floors; however, none dared make another sound as they retreated dejectedly aside.

This is how things work on construction sites where whoever has stronger fists becomes kingpin.And this is why Jia Simiao felt happy watching all these events unfold because having someone like Wu A'Mon by your side meant that nothing was impossible. Li Ergou was also happy and asked, "Jia Ge, what do you think of A'mon? He practices pure hard qigong like the Thirteen Taibao. His body is impervious to knives and guns.

Do you have a mask?"

"Definitely, but how could he tell me about it? Shall we go up? We can get some meat to eat."

"I'll go up myself, you wait here."

Li Ergou didn't quite understand why Jia wanted to go up first. It must be because he was afraid there wouldn't be enough meat for everyone. Ah well, as the little brother, he squatted in the corner and looked at several female workers on the construction site who were specially picking vegetables and cooking for the canteen. Although they were all over thirty years old, they had big breasts and buttocks which Li Ergou liked. He couldn't touch them but watching was also satisfying.

Wu Amon took a bite of half a steamed bun and then grabbed a piece of meat with his chopsticks. In no time at all, he finished off a small bowl of food. At this moment, he saw a pair of feet standing in front of him. Looking up, it was a slender young man with delicate features and an upward curve at the corners of his mouth that radiated sunshine.

He wasn't one of the construction workers.

Wu Amon immediately realized this and said sternly: "What do you mean? Do you want your teeth knocked out or your arms broken?"

This kind of smile seemed like provocation to Wu Amon.

Jia Simiao said lightly: "Wu Amon, I want to defeat you."

Wu Amon laughed heartily when hearing this; standing taller than Jia Simiao by one head (185cm), he exclaimed: "You want to defeat me?"

Jia Simiao smiled faintly: "Yes if you're scared then just surrender."

Wu Amon shouted back: "Am I scared? What nonsense! I'm afraid that I won't be able to kill you!"

Jia Simiao suggested: "It's not very interesting to just fight like this. How about we make a bet? What do you think?"

Wu Amon stared at Jia Simiao up and down for several glances, really didn't understand where his confidence came from, and shouted: "Alright, let's bet one thousand yuan."

Jia Simiao shook his head and stared at Wu Amon: "If I lose, I'll give you one thousand yuan. If you lose, then you belong to me."

What an animal! No wonder he looked so delicate; turns out he was a pervert! Wu Amon felt uncomfortable all over his body as he clenched his fists with the urge to beat Jia Simiao up.

Jia Simiao smiled faintly: "Are you afraid?"

Wu Amon shouted back: "What am I afraid of? You name it and we'll compare.