Driving a BMW with Layi, Ling Feng leisurely looked at the surrounding scenery. At this time, the traffic flow was quite high, and Ling Feng was not in a hurry. He didn't plan to go back tonight.

As for the driver's license issue, Ling Feng was not worried at all. It was Laiyi's car. If she was really caught, she asked Laiyi to come over to get it. Besides, it was not the first time she drove out. At first, she was terrified that the Paris police would check the driver's license, but after a few times, she became bolder. The Paris police were not bored and checked every car, as long as it was just toll stations, it was generally fine.

Alas, this is how people are. They are always a little worried about doing bad things for the first time, but if they succeed the first time, they will become more courageous, and the same is true for playing fake football...

It was really troublesome. Ling Feng shook his head hard. He originally came out to visit Paris to put aside those annoying things, but he thought of them again before he knew it...

After driving for about an hour and enjoying the city surrounded by lights, Ling Feng came to the Eiffel Tower. If the Tower, one of Paris's iconic buildings, is just a TV tower during the day, then Eiffel at night exudes another unique charm surrounded by lights.

Suddenly, countless lights on the Phil Tower were flickering like fireworks, and the entire tower was trembling in the light! Ling Feng knew that this was the most pinnacle design in the night view of Paris: the Eiffel Tower would light up countless flashing lights at every hour of the night.

Look at the time, at about nine o'clock, and look around, the Eiffel Tower shining with stars against the colorful night Paris. At this moment, Paris is the most beautiful thing Ling Feng saw.

But even the moon has its shadow behind it. The more prosperous the city, the more surging the undercurrents, the more turbulent it is, but it will not be placed on the table.

Paris is a romantic city and a paradise for men. The so-called romance does not just mean that French women are hot and open. French law recognizes the legitimacy of sexual transactions. In Paris, there are no less than a hundred "red light districts" in large "red light districts". As for small sporadic areas, the triple-digit number is no exaggeration.

In 2003, French Interior Minister Sarkozy led a decree to prohibit pornographic businesses from soliciting customers on the street. Although it greatly reduced the behavior of soliciting customers on the street, it did not reduce the prosperity of sex transactions in Paris.

What's more, in 2002, Paris prostitutes marched outside the French parliament to protest the government's pretended behavior to restrict * activities in the name of preventing crimes.

In addition to the porn industry, as another feature of an international metropolis, drugs and gangs are indispensable. Many gangs use pornography, drugs and arms to become overlords. Many girls who smuggle in have to sell their bodies under the pressure of these gangs. Of course, there are also voluntary and forced by life.

I want to mention here that there are many girls from China who are born in Paris who go to Paris to hunt for gold or fail to study and lack money...

Ling Feng shook his head, he really didn't open any pot and thought about these annoying things. Ling Feng was not so arrogant that he thought he was the savior, and he couldn't control some things at all.

It was nine o'clock, and it was a while since I came out. I was a little hungry and I should go and eat something.

Looking along the road, Ling Feng felt a drop of cold sweat dripped from his head. It was worthy of being a prime location in Paris. There were some great hotels with brilliant golden walls nearby. Ling Feng didn’t have the money to go in, but there was no need to be so extravagant for a late-night snack. It was said that the tips for a waiter were enough for Ling Feng to eat for a week.

"Born to be poor!" Ling Feng smiled mockingly. He still had tens of millions of dollars in the Swiss bank. The money was too much or too little, so what could he do? Now the interest rate is probably one hundred million francs. If you have money, you have no place to use it.

Continue driving, Ling Feng remembers that there is a KFC nearby. Ling Feng didn't like eating such high-fat foods because athletes restrict such foods, which is not good for their health, but Ling Feng doesn't care for cheapness and saving trouble.

Ling Feng came to this place quite a lot. He used to run to the city with Anelka. There was a KFC across the street, but it would take at least half an hour to walk along the road.

After glanced at the absence of police nearby, Ling Feng drove his car directly to the sidewalk, and there was an alley nearby that could lead directly to the street intersection opposite...

In the stunned eyes of the people around, BMW bluntly hit the guardrail on the side of the road, and the front of the car was a little bit shrunk. "I guess Layi will get angry again when she sees it." Ling Feng gloated and thought, he was not afraid of Layi. The previous few times had solved the problem by just one sentence, "If you don't lend me a car, be careful, I won't pass the ball to you!" So the whole world was purified.

This trick is as useful as Djokav, but this old guy has learned it now and has changed the keys to the garage three times. Unlike the idiot La Yi, he still doesn't know that he has secretly matched all his keys...

Mboma originally wanted to buy a car, but when he heard Lai and Djokav's faithful advice, he immediately gave up the idea...

So later football critics encountered a difficult problem. Ling Feng had never bought a car in his career (except for bicycles), but strangely, Ling Feng's teammates never bought a car when they partnered with Ling Feng. Even if the car broke down, they would throw it to the car without repairing it. Until Ling Feng transferred, a car buying frenzy immediately started...

Ling Feng barely got into the alley and thought happily, "It seems that Loco also has a sports car. It's great to drive it out another day. The Ligue 1 players still have no money. If you have the chance to squeeze Beckham in the future, he seems to have a Ferrari..."

"HELP" A sudden call for help interrupted Ling Feng's YY.

Ling Feng frowned. It seemed that he could not take advantage. He just walked through the road and encountered a robbery.

No matter what, curiosity will always kill cats. Ling Feng's life is no more than that of cats, so he stopped the car curiously and sneaked over.

A boy about the same age as himself had a little gray dog ​​in his arms. Each person and a dog were forced into the corner by several big men holding iron sticks in their hands, and they looked very scared.

"Extortion? Blackmail?" Ling Feng thought to himself. He didn't want to meddle in other people's business, so he didn't move.

The boy hugged the puppy tightly, looking very scared and shivered all over. Because the lights in the alley were too dim, Ling Feng could not see his appearance clearly, and could only see his outline, his short hair, and his torn clothes, but his black hair, as if he was Asian.

A man who seemed to be leading the way shouted fiercely: "It's been a month now. When will I pay back the 1,000 yuan I owe us?"

"I'm sorry!" The boy was very scared, but his voice was a little hoarse, but the puppy in his arms screamed at the man.

"Damn it! This dead dog dares to bark from me!" The leader snatched the puppy from the boy's hand and threw it out.

"Wang!" The puppy screamed, as if it was falling a lot.

"Lele!" The boy rushed towards the puppy, hugged the puppy tightly in his arms, and looked at the man just now with anger, but he couldn't speak.

"Lele?" Ling Feng scratched his head. This dog has a Chinese name? Wait. The dog is Chinese. Is this person? Is it Chinese?

Ling Feng, who had not planned to intervene, could not see his compatriots being bullied, but if the other party knew that Ling Feng decided to take action because of a puppy, he would not know what he would think.

The leading man smiled and said, "Our boss said, since your mother is dead, you don't have the money to pay us back. Then we are not polite, guys, take it away! We..."

The sound suddenly broke, to be precise, it was broken by a wine bottle.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" The two people next to you immediately ran up, looking at the blood on the head of the man who led the lead and the empty wine bottles all over the floor were at a loss.

But they had no time to be stunned anymore. A figure rushed out from the corner next to them, and then they felt a sharp pain on their heads, "It's another wine bottle!" This was the last thought before the two fell down.

The boy holding the puppy was staring blankly at what happened suddenly in front of him, but a thick and powerful hand grabbed his arm.

"Let's go!" In Chinese?! The boy hesitated for a moment, and immediately ran into the alley next to him with the puppy and the sudden appearance of the savior in front of him.

Some people say that being a big brother must have something special, either it is particularly capable or it is particularly hard to beat. I don’t know whether this big brother belongs to the first type, but the second type must be.

Such a large wine bottle fell on his head and fell down. He immediately got up. The two little brothers next to him were still lying on the ground and moaning.

Ling Feng didn't dare to stop, and pulled a man and a dog to run quickly towards his car (La Yi narrator: my car!). The boy seemed very weak, and he couldn't run even for a few dozen meters.

In fact, Ling Feng blamed him wrongly. He didn't think about how fast Ling Feng was? He could rush into 12 seconds with all his strength and even the professional players couldn't keep up with him, let alone a weak peer.

Seeing the man behind him rushing to catch up, Ling Feng was very anxious, it took time to start the car.

The distance of dozens of meters was driven by Ling Feng, the pervert, and Ling Feng stuffed the boy into the car without saying a word. When he walked around to the driver's seat, Ling Feng caught a glimpse of an empty wine bottle next to him.

Before he could complain about the bad habit of Parisians who also liked to throw garbage, the empty wine bottle made Ling Feng excited. He gently lifted the wine bottle with his left foot, and shot his right foot. The wine bottle blew out a gust of wind and flew towards the man who was chasing him.

With a "bang!", the wine bottle hit the person in the face.

"Damn! It's another wine bottle!" At this time, the last thought before the person who caught up to him fell down...

Regardless of the pain on his feet, Ling Feng got into the car and immediately started the car and fell backward. After a beautiful tail swing, Ling Feng drove away from the scene. Uh, if the tail swing did not hit the wall, it would be even more perfect...

But there seemed to be many policemen outside...

Ling Feng wiped the sweat from his head and quietly turned the car back.

"There are many policemen outside. Do you don't have a legal passport?" Ling Feng asked the boy he just saved in Chinese.

"No." The boy's voice was very small, like a mosquito.

"Then you get out of the car! I have a legal passport, but you will be sent back to China as a smuggler!"

The boy jumped out of the car like a frightened rabbit. He had heard about the smuggling passengers being sent back to his country. He simply didn't think you were a human during the repatriation process. Although he really wanted to return to his country, he must not go back as he is now.

After the boy got out of the car, Ling Feng threw the few hundred francs left on him and said softly: "You can take this money first, find a decent job in Paris, and find a way to return home after making more money. I can only help you so much. The police are in front and I will help you block it. They won't do anything to me."

Looking at the boy's gratitude look, Ling Feng drove out of the alley.

"Stop! Raise your hands!"

Looking at the black guns, Ling Feng really thought he was scheduling movies, he was a drug lord at the end of the road, surrounded by just police comrades.

After stopping the car, Ling Feng pushed open the car door and walked out, raised his hands and shouted: "I am a legal citizen, I have a visa from the French government."

The police, regardless of Ling Feng's cooperation, rushed up in a hurry. The two of them pressed Ling Feng on the wall to search, and the other people began to search Ling Feng's car. (La Yi: Reiterate it again, my car!)

"Sir," a policeman searching Ling Feng's body took out Ling Feng's ID, "This person is Chinese, and these passports are real."

"Look, I said it's true. I'm a legal citizen." Once the certificate was proved, Ling Feng immediately stood up. He didn't believe that these French police would dare to do anything to him. After all, he was a hero of Paris and a prince of Saint-Germain.

"feng-ling? Paris Saint-Germain player?" The policeman led seemed to have discovered the new world and immediately shone the bright flashlight on Ling Feng's face. "It's really Ling! You two pigs, immediately let Mr. Ling go. Sorry, Mr. Ling, we received a report that there were gangsters here, so we came here, hoping not to disturb you."

Ling Feng was very satisfied with this effect. It seems that being famous may not be a completely bad thing, but what the police officer did next made him sweat immediately. He actually took out a ticket...

The police officer said shyly: "My daughter is your loyal fan. Can you sign her? Sorry, this is the only paper I can write on..."

"Sweat...I thought I was going to issue a ticket." Ling Feng wiped the sweat from his head and signed his name very readily. Of course, he signed two more, one in Chinese and one in French...

"Wait a minute!" A police officer searching the car suddenly shouted: "Report to the sir, no driver's license was found in the car!"

"Driving license?" Ling Feng was stunned, and the sweat on his forehead flowed down uncontrollably again.

Suddenly, the police who were respectful just now immediately stood in circles, and the black muzzles were pointed at Ling Feng again...

Ling Feng smiled bitterly: "Can I call my teammate Layi..."

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Today Ice Soul is going to go out for a spring outing with my classmates, so I can’t update it in the afternoon, so I will try to come back to post a chapter in the evening.
Chapter completed!