Everyone will have idols.

Even the gambling king's daughter, who gathers thousands of favors, is no exception.

The woman driving the flaming supercar at this moment is Si Qianting's idol.

Naga.

Underground Racing Queen.

In the thrilling game of drag racing, which is full of passion, blood and even thrills, she is a woman, but she has created a myth.

In the past few years, sweeping major races has made countless top racers can only look at her taillights and sigh.

In the hearts of women like Si Qianting, who are very feminist, Naga is an outstanding representative who has proved to the world that their women are not inferior to men at all.

At this moment, the gambling king's daughter, for a moment, seemed to be transformed into a fan girl, and when she saw the flame supercar flying over, she even planned to go up and ask for an autograph.

Li Futu grabbed her.

"You don't want to die?"

The Flame Supercar passed them at breakneck speed, sending a gust of wind and stopping at the start of the race along with the rest of the cars. If Si Qianting had rushed forward just now, she would probably have been bumped into.

The five cars lined up, and the world's top legendary racers inside did not mean to get out of the car and say hello to the onlookers.

"Crane, come on. ”

Several sons and brothers looked at Zhuang He.

Zhuang He smiled, high-fived several people one by one, and when he pulled the door and got into the car, he glanced at Li Futu, the corners of his mouth pulled a trace of unruly arc, and then got into the car, closed the door, lit the fire, and drove to the starting line without hurrying or slow.

Not far away, in the bay, a ship emitted a melodious whistle, reminding everyone at the dock that the race was about to begin.

In the sky, there is even a helicopter hovering, which will track and film the event in real time.

"The competition is about to start, you just promised Zhuang He, if you don't participate, your name will be in Hong Kong City in the future, I'm afraid it will be a joke. ”

Si Qianting shook off his hand and reminded him kindly.

Li Futu wanted to remind her who had agreed just now, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say anything in vain and looked at Holya.

"Miss Huo, borrow a car. ”

Holya threw the key directly very boldly.

"Come on, handsome man. ”

Li Futu smiled faintly, bent down into the McLaren, fastened his seat belt and was about to drive to the starting point, but the door was opened, and Si Qianting got in and sat in the passenger seat.

"What are you doing?"

"Each driver is allowed to be accompanied by a female companion in this race, and I will be your female companion. ”

She turned her head.

"What are you doing in a daze? ”

In this underground racing, a total of eight racers participated, and all kinds of supercars were lined up, and the huge searchlights hit these supercars, and the light was very dazzling.

Amid a frantic shout, a voluptuous woman in leather shorts walked up to eight supercars with two flags, from left to right, right to left, and finally stood in the middle of the starting line.

Zhuang He's parking space and Li Futu were next to each other, the window was lowered, he stretched out his left hand, gave a thumbs up, and then, his wrist was suddenly flipped, and his thumb was facing down, which was extremely provocative.

"Hey, Zhuang He is provoking you, don't you respond?"

Li Futu glanced out the window, and at Shangzhuang He's unruly gaze, not only did he not fight back, but nodded and smiled friendlyly, and then quickly retracted his gaze, re-threw himself forward, and said lightly: "Drag racing is not child's play, fasten the seat belt, I don't want to wait until if something happens, you will splash my blood." ”

"You!"

Si Qianting gritted her teeth, but she didn't continue to talk back and began to fasten her seat belt.

She is also well aware that racing is a very dangerous sport, and almost every year there will be tragic car accidents in underground car races.

Don't play racing if you don't have a family background, don't play racing if you're afraid of death.

Eight top-of-the-line supercars stopped motionless at the starting line, and all eyes were on the sexy girl in the middle.

Under the gaze of all directions, the girl slowly raised the flag, crossed her hands, and then put it down suddenly!

"Boom!"

Eight supercars were like eight beasts out of their cages, almost at the same time!

Because the speed was too fast, the headlights left a trail of light and shadow in the air, and soon disappeared into the dock, and the spectators could only pay attention to the game broadcast by helicopter from the large screen temporarily set up by the pier.

Cars, anyone can drive.

But drag racing is different.

Racing requires a keen sense of observation and nervous reflexes, as well as a degree of control of the car.

Ordinary racers know their cars well, so there will be no obstacles to driving, but Li Futu is different, he can be said to be driven ducks on the shelves, driving Horya's car. To Si Qianting's surprise, this guy didn't seem to feel any discomfort because of this, as if he was driving his own car, without slowing down corners, continuous rotation and drifting, corner routing, and forced overtaking on the inside, all of which were frightening actions that were constantly displayed by him.

This guy is so skilled at driving?

Because of the inertia generated by the high speed, Si Qianting's body was tightly attached to the back of the chair, but she was not afraid at all, staring at the calm side face of the man next to her, a little distracted.

In this race, the starting point is the end point, and the eight cars start from the Wan Chai Pier, pass through the established route to Kowloon Plaza, and then turn back, and the first to return to the pier is the champion.

The champion will win a huge prize of 10 million.

Of course, this is an astronomical amount for the average person, but in the eyes of the eight racers who competed, I am afraid that no one cares about the prize money.

All they care about is honor.

Or rather, the thrill of victory!

For example, Zhuang He.

He kept his eyes fixed on the grey McLaren.

There were a number of legendary racers in the race, and he didn't expect to win the first place, he didn't have a big goal but to hold down the McLaren.

Eight supercars whizzed by, rubbing against the air with a high-pitched, sonic boom-like sound.

Even the helicopters in the air seem to have a hard time following them.

At Wan Chai Pier, on the huge display screen, the images of several cars were clearly projected.

It can be seen that as time goes by, the distance is longer, and there is a gap between several cars.

The blazing sports car was in the lead from beginning to end, forming the first group of leaders with the Blue Whale driven by the European car god Steve.

It can be seen that Steve, who has won numerous international honors, has always wanted to compete for the first position, but until now he has not succeeded, biting the rear of the opponent's car tightly.

Behind Steve, a dark black race car follows like a maggot with a bone, lagging behind the first group, but ready to take its place at any moment.

This is Glezide in South America, and he is also a legendary racing driver.

"He's a bit of an all-rounder. ”

Lin Jianye looked at the display screen and said a little surprised.

His attention was not too much on the leading group, instead his eyes were on the grey McLaren almost the entire time.

McLaren was roughly in the middle of the eight cars at the moment, about 200 metres away from the first place.

This distance may seem like a bit of a lot, but at their speed at this time, it is only a few seconds.

"Erya, which of the two of them do you think will win?"

Lin Jianye turned his head and asked.

Compared to the winner of this competition, he is more interested in the victory or defeat between Li Futu and Zhuang He.

Judging from the current situation, the two have been biting together, which is a bit of a sense of meeting a good talent and meeting an opponent in chess.

"Don't you think it's obvious now?"

Lin Jianye frowned slightly, a little puzzled.

With Zhuang He's personality, from the very beginning of the game, he must have wanted to trample Li Futu under his feet, so he had already tried his best, but he still failed to take the lead, so the result was relatively clear. ”

Holya stared at the big screen, her fingers unconsciously tapping her chin, staring at her car.

"I'm more curious now about what he's going to do in the end. ”

(End of chapter)