Chen Yang said indifferently: "Yes!"

The bald head just sneered: "Very good, boy, get ready to cut off your hand! Labor and management will let you know what real driving skills are!"

……

With a minute left in the race, the stadium staff checked the car for the bald head, but ignored Chen Yang.

Chen Yang also didn't care, anyway, the moment he got in the car, he could already detect the general condition of the car.

A minute later, the bald head and Chen Yang were side by side on the departure line, about a meter apart.

The bald head just glanced at Chen Yang with disdain, and secretly thought in his heart that he would surpass Chen Yang a few laps for a while.

After the whistle of the starter, the bald head immediately began to step on the engine, but before he could step on it, he suddenly felt the ground tremble, the wind around him surged, the roar of a huge motor came, and the pungent smell of oil smoke penetrated into his nostrils.

The bald head just subconsciously looked ahead, and saw that the car Chen Yang was riding had reached a hundred meters away.

The speed of the wind and lightning raised the smoke and dust in the sky, which stunned the hooligans who were watching the battle, and the bald head was also a little dumbfounded, he never expected that Chen Yang's starting speed would be so fast, it was too fast.

Fortunately, there was a sober little brother who reminded the bald head: "Boss, hurry up, that kid has already run away!"

The bald head just woke up like a dream, immediately stepped on the gear, released the clutch, held the accelerator to the end, and the car rushed out like an arrow from the string.

Feeling the wind blowing on his face, the original nervousness of the bald head immediately dissipated, and turned into extreme excitement, which is the most primitive passion that motorcycles bring to men.

The bald head Gang's car has excellent performance, coupled with his own excellent technology, he can easily reach a speed of 200 miles per hour.

However, in front of Chen Yang's speed of nearly two hundred and five per hour, the speed of the bald head seemed as ridiculous as a turtle crawling.

If Chen Yang had ridden the Tomahawk he had bought in Germany, the whole track would have trembled under his wheels.

The bald head just stared ahead, wanting to overtake Chen Yang, but the two of them pulled farther and farther away, Chen Yang was at least seven or eight hundred meters ahead of the bald head, and the bald head could only see a vague black shadow.

After a 70-degree sharp turn, Chen Yang's speed did not decrease at all, the body leaned to the left and pressed down, and his knees were almost touching the ground.

The bald head just opened his mouth in shock, and he didn't know it when his saliva was dripping, he was also a good rider, so he naturally knew how difficult it was to make a sharp turn of 70 degrees, but he didn't expect Chen Yang to pass it so easily.

"Damn, how did this little king and eight calves practice his driving skills, fuck!" the bald head just couldn't help but curse secretly, and then rode with one hand, and made a gesture with the other hand to the little brother who was watching the battle on the side of the road.

As one of the four King Kongs of the Dongqi Society, he naturally can't tolerate losing at the hands of a nobody, and he still has to play a trick when it's time to play a trick.

The younger brother watching the battle on the side of the road understood, and immediately began to prepare to stumble on Chen Yang.

Chen Yang's car had already completed two laps, and just as he was about to make the 70-degree turn on the third lap, a thick log suddenly rolled down the hill and hit the road right across the road, blocking the road ahead.

Chen Yang raised his head violently, and saw two bald little brothers standing on the top of the mountain and sneering at him.

In this case, Chen Yang had only one choice, and that was to slam on the brakes and try to stop the car before it hit the log. But this is very dangerous, because the speed is too fast, in this case apply the brakes sharply,

It is very likely that the car will lose control and fly off the track, and what the two little brothers want is the effect.

However, Chen Yang did not get their wish, he did not slow down the car, nor did he step on the brakes.

When the car was about to approach the log, Chen Yang suddenly lifted the front of the car, and then twisted his waist and shook the rear of the car.

Under the action of inertia, the car took off into the air and flew directly over the log.

"I ...... !!!" The two little brothers standing on the top of the mountain burst into foul language at the same time, and knelt directly to Chen Yang.

This kind of driving skill, they have never seen in their lives, this is not a human action that can be done at all, it has surpassed the limits of human beings.

However, at this time, Chen Yang did not have the joy of the rest of his life, and he only had one thought in his mind: "Give me a hammer, I'm going to smash this damn motorcycle!"

He only now realized that the motorcycle had only half of the fuel in it, and after such a long gallop, that half of the fuel had almost run out.

And that's not all, the most critical thing is that the engine of this motorcycle has started to smoke.

"This dead bald head is too dark, and he actually gave Uncle Ben so many tricks!" Chen Yang couldn't help but scold.

Because of the problem with the car, Chen Yang had no choice but to slow down the car.

Soon, the bald car caught up, although he was still one lap behind Chen Yang, but he still shouted to Chen Yang very proudly: "Hey, little Wang Ba calf, is the car out of gas?" hahaha!"

Chen Yang waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about the bald boss, even if the car runs out of gas, you still can't outrun me!"

The bald head just sneered: "You just die with a duck's hard mouth, you still run a jig without oil, wait to cut off your hand,!"

After that, he twisted the throttle, and the car accelerated forward again.

Chen Yang sighed, held the car in one hand, took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket and put it in his mouth, and took out a windproof lighter to light the cigarette.

"Stupid man, who told you that the car can't run without gas?" Chen Yang said to himself.

At this time, his car had reached a big slope, Chen Yang showed a confident smile at the corner of his mouth, he unscrewed the accelerator violently, and the car went downhill rapidly, and then the car used its own power, coupled with gravitational acceleration,

In an instant, it sped like a ray of light on the road, and the speed was even faster than before.

Chen Yang constantly adjusts the front of the car to minimize the drag in the air and the friction between the tires and the ground.

In the state of the car running out of fuel, Chen Yang relied on the gravitational acceleration brought by gentle slopes and slopes, as well as his excellent driving skills, to maintain the same speed, and quickly ran the whole course, and the last perfect drift stopped on the initial track.

At this time, the bald head was just now, and there was still half a lap to run.

Lin Shanshan showed a surprised expression on her face, she quickly rushed to Chen Yang, hugged Chen Yang and said, "Great, brother-in-law, I knew you would definitely win, you are amazing, haha!"

Chen Yang was sitting on the motorcycle, his body was a few points shorter than usual, and Lin Shanshan's hug happened to hold Chen Yang's head on his chest.

Lying in a big groove, so big, so fragrant, so soft, Chen Yang was fascinated at the time, this feeling, so cool!