There is a rambling highway in the south of Qingyang City. It is remote and rarely visited. The racing races participated in Qidong are located here.

When Yan Tao and the others went, the atmosphere was booming.

In the lane, sports cars worth tens of millions lined up in a row, with a huge momentum and a loud cheer.

Porsche, Maserati, Lamborghini... and are all modified sports cars, proudly and arrogant.

When Yan Tao and his group entered, the first round of the race was over and everyone was cheering around the racers.

On the second floor, four or five young men sat around the round table, with a proud and arrogant attitude.

Qi Dong spoke all the way, and when he saw that he had arrived, he suddenly felt sad.

"Yan Tao, the plates in the past two days are different from ordinary ones. The ones that Jiang Zhuang had made, we can't afford to offend others. Be careful! Don't be impulsive!"

George was not good at Chinese, and he asked with his big tongue, "Too, **, what does it mean?"

"It's just that it's very powerful, do you understand?"

Xiang Xiang went up the second floor first and reported to the group of young people. After a while, he ran down again, "Mr. Wang said, if you want to participate, you can participate, but if you lose, the gambling bonus will double."

"What?!"

Qi Dong's eyes widened, doubled by more than 600,000, plus more than 30 in the first place, it was nearly one million.

Yan Tao: "Yes."

Anyway, it's not her that she paid the money.

Qi Dong…

"I have no car!"

Qi Dong racked his brains to save himself, "Nothing can be compared without a car!"

Xiang Xiang: "Sir Wang said that for the sake of fairness, he provides sports cars with friendly support, you can choose whatever you want."

Qi Dong...I don't want to choose!

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows, glanced lightly across the row of cars, and said in a low voice, "It's red."

"!"

Xiang Xiang greeted the person, "You drive the car to the starting point of the track, come on, come on, prepare!"

The people watching the fun on the stage saw another game, shouting and waving cloth flags to cheer.

When he saw the racer sent out on the other side, Qi Dong was in a bad mood.

Fan Xinhong!

Fan Xinhong, fuck me!

Mr. Wang is the best racer under him. He is the best at speeding on curves and is nicknamed Crazy Lion!

And he also has a habit of stumbling when racing with people!

I heard that there were at least seven people who died at his hands!

Fan Xinhong was wearing a white club racing suit. He was half white in blood, tall and strong, with golden hair. Standing next to the car, he looked like a lion with his head ready to go, full of explosive power!

He waved his arms to the stage, and the audience's excitement and mad screams spread throughout the road.

The passionate competition with hormones is the audience's favorite.

"Crazy Lion!"

"Crazy Lion!"

"Crazy Lion!"

The shouts formed waves, and Fan Xinhong cast a proud look at Yan Tao, with his right index finger facing down, and his movements were full of provocation and contempt.

Qi Dong's face turned pale. Facing the crazy lion, Yan Tao, who had never touched the car, could not win at all...

Everyone who watched the fun thoughts the same as Qi Dong.

"Isn't this man crazy? He actually dares to race with the Crazy Lion!"

"I'm really overestimating my abilities!"

"Look, that kid just lost yesterday and came again. I guess he wanted to get back the scene, but he didn't expect to run into the Mad Lion... This luck, tsk..."

"What a pity... Although it's a bit far apart, the boy's temperament is really good. Unfortunately, people prefer those with strength."

Qi Dong's lips turned white, and he stretched out his hand to hold Yan Tao's arm, "Yan Tao, you can't go."
Chapter completed!