Jiangcheng, suburban highway.

Known as the Death Track!

The two motorcycles are one in front and one behind, and the distance is no more than fifty meters. At this time, the finish line is only one thousand meters away.

Wu Shaofeng in the car in front of him kept serpentine, looking at the closer and closer finish line, a proud smile appeared on his face.

"I'm sure to win!"

Wu Shaofeng twisted the accelerator, his eyes were ferocious, and he accelerated again. The roaring engine sound was like thunder, almost deafening.

"Oh, I really didn't expect that Uncle Ju and Cheng almost caught up with Afeng, but the finish line was right in front of him, and he had no chance."

Margaret raised his eyebrows and looked at Qin Mo in the distance with some surprise.

Obviously, Qin Mo was approaching the finish line, but he still did not fall behind, which was much beyond her expectations.

Liu Zhen beside him looked proud, smiled and said, "Keep this situation to the end. The distance between Afeng and him is no more than 500 meters. That means I won. This week, you have to dress up beautifully."

"Hmph, you're lucky."

Margaret snorted without refuting.

Since she has placed a bet, she must strictly abide by it. This is the code of conduct of their Feichi family. Although she did not feel anything about Liu Zhen in her heart.

"Wu Shaofeng is a foul like this. Qin Mo obviously had the chance to overtake him, but he was blocked by him with despicable means. The winner should be Qin Mo!"

Unexpectedly, Tong Xiaoxiao actually spoke for Qin Mo. She looked at the two motorcycles getting closer and closer indignantly and said unhappily: "This is cheating, such a victory is simply stolen."

"Xiaoxiao, you don't understand this. The racing stadium is like a battlefield. As long as you can win, it doesn't matter what means the process uses."

When Liu Zhen saw Tong Xiaoxiao talking for Qin Mo, he was a little displeased and retorted: "People will only remember the first place in the competitive competition, but will not pay attention to the competition. When you grow up, you will understand."

...

The three of them were talking. Although Tong Xiaoxiao was very dissatisfied with Wu Shaofeng's leading role and then serpentine, no one, including her, thought that Qin Mo might overtake.

After all, this is a rather narrow motorcycle track. Qin Mo wants to surpass Wu Shaofeng's motorcycle ahead unless he directly knocks Wu Shaofeng over!

But by comparing the size of the motorcycles the two of them rode, we know that this condition is absolutely impossible to meet.

Wu Shaofeng's mount is a famous Tomahawk motorcycle, and its superior performance makes it almost impossible for it to be knocked over.

"There are the last five hundred meters!"

Wu Shaofeng's eyes flashed. As the end point approached, he became excited involuntarily. The adrenal hormones increased and his mouth was extremely dry, making his throat seem to be on fire.

Qin Mo, who was following him closely at this time, was not angry because Wu Shaofeng in front of him kept serpentine and prevented him from transcending.

A cold light flashed in Qin Mo's eyes, and he suddenly twisted the acceleration gear with both hands, increasing the speed to the extreme.

He rushed straight towards the rear of Wu Shaofeng's motorcycle!

"Is he really going to crash into it? He's crazy?"

Margaret's eyes widened as he looked at the computer broadcasting screen, unable to believe Qin Mo's choice.

"He doesn't wear a helmet. If he really hits him, he will not only not be able to overtake, but he may also be seriously injured!"

Liu Zhen said in a serious voice.

"Stop... Stop quickly. If you lose, you will lose. At worst, I will agree to go back with you."

Tong Xiaoxiao kept praying in her heart.

However, Qin Mo on the track had no intention of slowing down at all.

"It's ridiculous to hit the stone with an egg."

Wu Shaofeng noticed Qin Mo's actions through the rearview mirror, smiled coldly, leaned down, lowered his center of gravity, and was ready to face Qin Mo's suicide-like impact.

Fifty meters... twenty meters... five meters!

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer!

Just when Qin Mo's front of the car was about to hit the rear of Wu Shaofeng's Battle Axe Motorcycle, an accident suddenly happened!

Qin Mom then raised his hands up and lifted the front of the motorcycle directly.

This is not the end. The accelerating accelerator combined with Qin Mo's right pulling force directly made the motorcycle under him soar into the air, drew a beautiful arc in the air.

Three Hundred and Sixty Degree Somersaults!

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the rear wheel hit the ground.

Qin Mo suddenly twisted the brakes and stopped the car sideways. The tires rubbed against the ground with two long black tracks.

And the front of his motorcycle just crossed the finish line!

"Swoosh..."

At the same time, Wu Shaofeng's tomahawk motorcycle followed closely to the finish line.

But he has lost!

"This...how is this possible? Oh my God, what did I see? Am I dreaming?"

Margaret bit her lips, held her face with both hands, and looked at Qin Mo who was extremely casually parked the car.

"He actually overtook and won Ah Feng with the action in a racing game!"

Liu Zhen looked dull and looked at the track in front of him, with only one thought in his mind: "How can I count this? Xiaoli and I have never considered the bet of Ah Feng to lose."

"Qin Mo, you actually won. You are so awesome!"

Tong Xiaoxiao suddenly screamed, rushed towards Qin Mo, hugged his shoulder, kissed him in the face, and said excitedly: "Can you teach me driving skills?"

"Let's talk about it when you go back."

Qin Mo smiled slightly and said calmly.

"no problem!"

After seeing Qin Mo's driving skills, Tong Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up and she agreed instantly.

On the side of the track, Wu Shaofeng, who had a gray face, took off his helmet and threw it on the ground. His eyes were cold. He looked at Qin Mo and Tong Xiaoxiao beside him and said coldly: "I want to leave now? It's not that simple!"

"Why... I said just now, let someone go if you lose, don't keep your word."

Before Qin Mo could speak, Tong Xiaoxiao took the lead in refuting Wu Shaofeng.

"Yes, I said I'll let someone go if I lose."

Wu Shaofeng held anger in his chest, and he suppressed it and snorted coldly: "But I think you may not have heard what I meant just now. I didn't say that you could leave if you win."

After taking out his cell phone and sending a text message to his own brother, the patriarch of the Jiangcheng Feichi family, the car god in the live broadcast industry, and his good friend, Gao Xinseng, who was also his good friend, Wu Shaofeng raised his head and sneered: "I have just learned racing for a few days, I'm just playing with you."

"Let's talk about it if you want to leave here and outperform my good friend."

Qin Mo smiled slightly, not angry at Wu Shaofeng's rebellion, but said lightly: "If you want to call someone, please hurry up, I'm in a hurry and don't have time to play with monkeys."
Chapter completed!