Chapter Eighty-Nine

The night is like ink, and the cold moon hangs high.

The spicy dance of sexy beauties on the stage in the square continued, and Fang Luo took Han Shihui to enjoy the admiration of all the car enthusiasts present.

When he first came in, he was driving Sun Hanning's car, and he couldn't even enter the parking lot.

I have to rely on Han Shihui's help.

Not to mention what kind of bullshit admiration there will be for car enthusiasts.

But now, where Fang Luo stands, it is as if he is in the spotlight.

He even saw that the parking lot security guards who stopped him at first and mocked him verbally were taken away directly by the executives of Drifting Creek Circuit.

"Is it cold?" Fang Luo deliberately put on a coat when he went out.

It was late at night, and the cold wind was blowing.

Han Shihui on the side was only wearing a dress.

The dress Fang Luo gave her.

"Hmm. Han Shihui nodded.

She says what she likes, and never hides what she hates.

Han Shihui's personality is very direct, sometimes it can be very hurtful, and sometimes it can be very cute.

Because every word she says is her most intuitive feeling.

Fang Luo took off his coat, and then draped it on Han Shihui's body.

Fang Luo, who had taken off his coat, felt that the cold wind in the middle of the night was a bit biting.

I don't know how Han Shihui survived without saying a word.

Sometimes Fang Luo really wanted his system to be able to turn him into a superman, and the things he didn't like could be solved at the same time, seeing who was not used to going up and punching it all over, and he didn't have to be afraid to stab the sky like a person who had no scruples.

But what the system gave Fang Luo now did not allow Fang Luo to ignore everything, he was still an ordinary person.

If you want to add an adjective, at most it is just a rich ordinary person.

But having money and not having money are two different concepts.

Fang Luo knew all of this well.

With great power comes great responsibility.

The wind at night was too cold, Fang Luo looked up at the starry sky, and he didn't know what happened to the old father and mother who had been feeling sorry for him in his family.

It's also time to send a wave of money home.

……

It was close to twelve o'clock.

The cold wind of the night was biting, and the night became darker and darker. The number of people in the Drifting Creek Racing Circuit has not decreased, but has also increased.

The atmosphere is also more lively.

After all, as the highlight of tonight, the race between Wang Le'an, the founder of the Supercar Racing Club, and Cui Wulie, the king of the stick national car, was very eye-catching, but I didn't expect that a third player would appear at this time.

Fang Luo.

The man who suddenly appeared in the middle of the civil war at the Supercar Racing Club and made a splash.

As soon as the news came out, the audience immediately boiled.

After all, Fang Luo's driving skills are obvious to everyone, and the racing level of Cui Wulie and Wang Le'an is not comparable to the previous members of the supercar club.

The next game is sure to be a battle of the dragons.

At the Drifting Creek Circuit at night, celebrities looked at the odds in the six-story building and thought about how to press their chips, while car enthusiasts were holding down a small amount of money and drinking wine and watching Yan Wu pay attention to the picture on the big screen next to the stage.

Rider No. 1

Name: Le'an Wang.

Nationality: Chinese.

Record: 52 wins, 8 losses.

Black Car Ranking: Nine.

Odds: 2.5.

……

Driver No. 2

Name: Choi Wu-yeol.

Nationality: Stick Country.

Record: 55 wins, 4 losses.

Black Car Ranking: Fifth

Odds: 2.1.

……

Driver No. 3

Name: Fang Luo.

Nationality: Chinese.

Results: Unknown.

Odds: 1.9.

Fang Luo's race was not a top car, so it was not counted in the race results.

"I'm going to go, the dealer at the Drifting Creek Circuit is too optimistic about that Fang Luo, right?"

"yes, the odds are only 1.9, what is this for? ”

"In my opinion, since the dealer has opened such low odds, there must be a purpose and motivation, and I am ready to press that side to win. ”

"Haven't you heard that Goryeo stick has defeated several car kings in a row not long ago? In my opinion, Goryeo stick should still hide his strength, and I plan to suppress him. I'll win, but don't blame me for not reminding you. ”

"Don't be deceived by the record and the ranking of the black car list, as far as I know, although Wang Yongle, the founder of the supercar racing club, lost eight races, but several of those eight games were compared with the top five people in the black car list, and the most important thing is that five of them were defeated by the hands of the first and second places, in my opinion, this Wang Yongle's winning rate is not low!"

In the square, those drag racing enthusiasts looked at the big screen, expressing their opinions, and the amount of bets was also different.

Compared with those drag racing enthusiasts, those celebrities did not bet heavily in the face of such odds.

Because this game seems to be a bit confusing at the moment, they are not sure who will win.

The most important thing is that Fang Luo's miraculous driving skills are in front.

And Cui Wulie and Wang Yongle are famous.

They don't know what to do.

Cui Wulie sat in his lounge, looking at the odds given in the Piaoxi Circuit, he couldn't help but clench his fists fiercely, and all kinds of slaps on the armrests of the sofa.

His odds are not as low as Fang Luo.

Drifting Creek Circuit: This is looking down on its own strength.

Although he and Wang Yongle watched Fang Luo's racing competition, they both wanted to have a race with Fang Luo.

This meant that the two of them regarded Fang Luo as their opponent.

But it doesn't mean that he Cui Wulie is not Fang Luo's opponent.

And even if Fang Luo had the amazing operation just now, who didn't have a more dazzling performance when racing?

There are a lot of changes on the racing track, and the stunned young man can play at a good level in certain situations.

It's good luck, it's a coincidence.

It's not strength.

"Champion, it's mine. Choi Wuyeol licked his lips.

Before this game, Cui Wulie defeated Huaxia's Hong Kong Island Car King and Treasure Island Car King one by one.

With the intention of hitting a home run.

Cui Wulie came to Haidu and challenged Wang Yongle, the inland car king.

Dare to have such a crazy move, then Cui Wulie must have his own very outstanding strength.

The top of a six-storey building.

"Fang Luo wants to participate in the competition between Cui Wulie and Wang Yongle?" the woman on the sofa asked casually.

The odds on the screen appear in front of his eyes.

The woman did not take care of the Drifting Creek Speedway herself.

When she came here in the future, Luo Huachi was the absolute boss here.

But she is here, and Luo Huachi has no room to be presumptuous.

And the woman has absolute self-confidence, that is, Luo Huachi will not touch her interests no matter how presumptuous.

"Yes. Luo Huachi nodded.

"What a show. The woman raised her eyes, which seemed to contain stars, and muttered.