Three minutes later.
The tricycle was finally fixed, thanks to the urgent repairs by the tattooed guy and his crowd.
"Big brother, the tricycle is fixed. So, uh, can I take part in the Olympics?" the tattooed guy asked ingratiatingly.
"I'm not happy!" Zhang Xiaohao said sternly.
"Ah! Big brother, then what can we do to make you happy?" asked the tattooed guy.
"That depends on your own performance," Zhang Xiaohao said.
Hopped on the tricycle.
"Uncle, let's go!" Zhang Xiaohao called out.
"Alright!" Old Man Zhang, looking smugly at the tattooed guy and his bunch, jumped onto the tricycle and drove towards town.
"Ah! Big brother, don't go! What will we do if you leave?" the tattooed guy said anxiously.
"Bro, don't just stand there! Head coach, big brother is leaving! We've got to chase after him!" Little Black reminded.
"Right! You're correct! We'll chase after him right now, I think this is a test from big brother for us," said the tattooed guy.
