Looking at the shattered rearview mirror, Yang Lin was furious.

This car, since he bought it, he has been driving it carefully, for fear of being bumped into it. Unexpectedly, it was less than a month before the "ear" was knocked out!

How do these little cubs drive?

Yang Lin pushed the car door and walked towards the black GT-R in front of him with a cold face.

The doors of the four sports cars in front of the car opened, and four young men came out of the way, also walking towards the GT-R.

Among the four, except for the owner of the silver Aston Martin DB11 in the front, who is slightly mature and looks almost thirty years old, the other three are students in their twenties, about the same age as Yang Lin.

Four people came down at once. Yang Lin was a little weak-hearted.

These rich and young people don't want to bully less with more, right?

used to look at the city, those rich second generations were generally villains, one by one rich and unkind, and their tempers were still bad.

What if these people hit my car, don't admit it, and beat me up as they said?

He is not Liu Linqi, but he can't do so many people!

It turned out that Yang Lin was thinking too much.

The DB11 guy who walked in the front first looked at the GT-R and asked a few words. As soon as I heard that people were okay, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he walked up to Yang Lin, saw that Yang Lin's S63 rearview mirror was gone, and said very apologetically: "I'm really sorry, we are fully responsible for this matter." The vehicle is repaired through the insurance process, and the rest of the money has to be paid. We pay in advance. "

These guys seem to be very experienced!

It doesn't seem to be the first time I've hit someone else's car.

Yang Lin nodded, everyone has said this, no matter how aggressive he is, he can't talk about it.

"Mercedes-Benz AMG! Brother is also a fellow traveler!" DB11 brother recognized Yang Lin's model at a glance, and handed out his business card with a smile, "We don't know each other anymore, let me introduce myself, my name is Zheng Jie, and I am the vice president of the SCRT supercar club." "

Yang Lin took the business card, which read "Sucheng RoadsterTeam", abbreviated as SCRT, and it seemed to be a local supercar club in Sioux City.

"It turned out to be President Zheng, look up for a long time!" Yang Lin stretched out his hand and shook it, and briefly introduced himself.

Zheng Jie smiled modestly: "Brother Yang has won the award." It's just a small club, a few like-minded friends to play together, just starting, small scale, and those top domestic clubs are far behind!"

Yang Lin didn't dare to despise it, although Sioux City was only a second-tier city behind, he hadn't heard much of the famous local supercar clubs. This Zheng Jie can become the vice president of the supercar club, and he is definitely not an idle person.

The two were very friendly, and there was no violent picture of the two car owners punching and kicking after the crash in the news. Zheng Jie also handed Yang Lin a cigarette, and the two leaned on the side of the car and chatted about gossip.

On the other side, the door of the GT-R has also opened, and a ten-year-old boy came down, with a depressed face.

"Xiao Zhe, how did you do it? People gave you such a wide road, you can also bump into it?"

"That's right. Xiao Zhe, with your car skills, are you embarrassed to say that you are going to participate in the touring car race? Our club can't afford to lose this person!"

"Xiao Zhe, if you want me to say, you should go back and learn from your sister. Say a few good words, she is happy, and she can also point you a trick and a half, which is much better than watching a video and going to the forum and pondering!"

The other three young rich boys surrounded him, gloating and joking.

"You can pull it down!" the boy named Xiao Zhe closed the door heavily, and defended unconvinced, "There is something wrong with this car, what does this have to do with my driving skills?" I had just driven well, and suddenly the steering wheel skidd, and the front of the car turned right without obeying the call, and then ...... I just scraped it gently. "

Upon hearing this, the three of them changed their laughter: "Hahaha...... The ears of the car are all knocked out, this is called a gentle scrape?"

"Hmph!" Mu Xiaozhe looked at Yang Lin's Mercedes-Benz, and found that he had also lost an "ear", so he couldn't help blushing, and snorted coldly to hide his embarrassment.

"Yes, it must be Mu Xiaoman's woman!" After calming down and thinking about it, Mu Xiaozhe suddenly shouted excitedly, "She asked me to give her the car yesterday, saying that she would help me improve my handling performance, and then today there was a problem with the steering wheel! It must be her! She broke my GT-R!"

When the three of them heard this, they all showed expressions of sudden realization, and looked at Mu Xiaozhe sympathetically.

"Alas, silly boy, I was cheated by my sister again!"

"Your sister is using you as a guinea pig!"

"I said why are you so sassy today. It turned out that the car had been 'lifted'! ha......"

Ignoring the teasing of a few friends, Mu Xiaozhe took out his mobile phone to call his sister, and while complaining that his sister's skills were not good, he scolded his sister for being inhumane, and that his brother was a guinea pig.

"I don't care, you have to take full responsibility for hitting someone else's car this time!" Mu Xiaozhe shouted unconvinced.

I don't know what the sister on the phone said, Mu Xiaozhe's face turned pale, like a mouse seeing a cat, and quickly hung up the phone.

Seeing this, the three people on the side couldn't help laughing again.

Yang Lin looked at everything in his eyes and showed surprise: "Modify the car without permission? and still go on the road? Lao Zheng, you guys are breaking the law!"

In just ten minutes, Yang Lin and Zheng Jie chatted back and forth, and they were already called "Lao Zheng" and "Lao Zheng".

If something happens to the modified car, the insurance company will not pay for it!

However, it seems that they are all a group of rich children, and it is estimated that the repair cost is not worse than ten or two hundred thousand.

Zheng Jie smiled bitterly: "We are a serious club. Generally, our modified cars will pass safety monitoring, and then take them to the vehicle management office for registration, and they will only be on the road if they are qualified. This time it was Xiao Zhe who was hiding it from me, otherwise, how would I dare to let him drive this GT-R. Kidding with your life?"