"It's shameless!" Lin Xiaozhu scolded with his teeth and claws. "How can a Bentley hit someone? Obviously, the car is better than others, and he is still tricky. Even if you take the first place, it's not honorable! ”

Xiao Zheng said with a smile: "Even if it is an international competition, collisions in case of emergency are allowed. Not to mention illegal racing? As long as you can win, you can do whatever it takes. ”

Lin Xiaozhu snorted, his face full of unhappiness. The first is that it is not worth it for the owner of the BMW, and the second is because the clever calculation of the woman in red makes her face irrelevant.

Xiao Zheng doesn't have such a strong sense of victory as her, but she still praises the skills of Bentley owners. However, what attracted Xiao Zheng's attention the most was the BMW M3. Of course, he didn't lose because the BMW owner lost, but because the owner's driving skills were much like a person he once knew. An old friend known as the god of the nine-pan mountain car.

But Xiao Zheng quickly shook his head and dispelled his unrealistic idea. The BMW owner's technique is really good, if it weren't for the performance limitations of the car itself, and the silver Bentley modified the nitrogen acceleration system, and forced the BMW to crash away at the last corner. The winner of this duel is still unknown. Strictly speaking, the two are on par in terms of technique.

But even so, the BMW owner's skills are still far inferior to Xiao Zheng's former old friend. The corners are too rough and incoherent, and on that alone, the BMW owner's skills can only be regarded as first-class, not top-notch. You can make a name for yourself in underground racing. However, compared to professional drivers, there is still a certain lack of technology.

At the end of each round, the organizers will hand out prize money on the spot and hold a small and short party. In this way, the emotions and fighting spirit of the participants are mobilized. At the end of the race, the defeated cars drove back to the Jiupan Pass, like lost dogs. Only the silver Bentley is back like a king, enjoying the cheers and screams of the people.

The owner of the silver Bentley was a young man of about thirty years old, dressed in casual sportswear, with a peaked cap, and a faint smile on his emaciated white face. As if this thrilling race did not bring him much excitement, he calmly walked to the podium.

People crowded around the podium to cheer the Group A winner to cheers.

"Hmph. Despicable villain! Lin Xiaozhu squinted at the high-spirited Bentley owner on the podium, his face full of displeasure.

Of course, in addition to her displeasure at the Bentley owner's victory, the organizers also had the same sentiment, if not worse.

Because in addition to losing the 200,000 bonus, the boss behind the scenes also damaged a BMW M3 with more than one million dollars. And the culprit of all this is none other than the driver who drives the M3. A young man whose legs and feet don't seem to be very convenient.

Yes.

The owner of the BMW M3 who ran a beautiful tail flick in the nine consecutive runs is a young man with a hidden leg disease. It does not affect walking, but in the process of walking, it is clearly a little unnatural.

As a loser, especially a loser who is close to victory, the young man does not receive any attention, and no one gives him praise for his defeat. Losing is losing, and in this winner-takes-all race, the loser has no right to escape.

When he returned to the scene in a badly damaged BMW M3, the party was in full swing. The young man in the ruffled jeans didn't even glance at the party, and silently walked to the makeshift backstage. The eyebrows and eyes were deeply locked, and they wrinkled into Sichuan characters.

He buries his head deep and walks high and low, making no eye contact with anyone until he reaches the backstage.

"Brother Dong. I'm sorry. The young man looked at Brother Dong with an ugly face.

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, the powerful Dong Ge suddenly kicked the young man in the chest. The young man ate this kick hard, and his thin body couldn't help but stagger back.

"Excuse me?" Brother Dong said angrily. "Do you know how much money you lost us by saying sorry?"

Bang!

Another whip leg slammed into the young man's side, nearly knocking him down.

The young man who was hit by two feet turned pale, covered his waist with his hand and said with his head, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect his car to be equipped with a nitrogen system." ”

"Didn't expect that!?" Dong Ge said angrily. "What the are you eating? Aren't you the god of the Liupan Ride? Add a nitrogen system and you can't win? What's the use of Lao Tzu keeping you? ”

The young man hung his head silently, without squeaking.

"you!" Brother Dong was extremely angry, his face was full of meat, and he said hideously. "If it weren't for Boss Ye asking me to reward you with food, Lao Tzu would have kicked you lame man a long time ago! Do you really think you are still the god of the Jiupan mountain car back then? you, go pee and look in the mirror and see what virtues you have! It's useless if you don't die! ”

Tung Ge suffered heavy losses and poured all his resentment on the young man who lost to the silver Bentley. On the other hand, this young man with bad legs and feet did not resist from beginning to end, but just silently endured all the humiliation. A pair of eyes are plain, and there is no look to be seen.

Xiao Zheng watched everything that happened in the background, including the inconvenient right leg of the young man. His eyes also changed from calm at first to cold.

The cold and biting aura quickly startled Lin Xiaozhu, who was standing aside. I couldn't help but ask, "Brother-in-law, what's wrong with you?" ”

"It's fine." Xiao Zheng snuffed out the cigarette he forgot to smoke between his fingers, and said to Lin Xiaozhu. "You stay in the car, I'm going to see a friend."

With that, he pushed the car door straight and walked backstage.

Lin Xiaozhu had already noticed Xiao Zheng's abnormality, how could he let him be alone, and followed him very righteously.

Brother Dong is tired of beating and scolding. Glaring at the young man angrily, he roared, "What are you doing with a pestle like a fool?" Don't you want to go to the second shunting car? If you lose in the next round, Lao Tzu will abolish you! ”

"Who are you going to depose?"

Xiao Zheng broke into the open backstage expressionlessly, his face was extremely gloomy.

"What's the matter with you?" Dong Ge was not sure whether Xiao was a contestant or a nosyman, and frowned. "This is the backstage, not for you!"

"I'm here to see a friend." Xiao Zheng's eyes swept at Brother Dong coldly.

"See what friends?" Brother Dong said impatiently.

"A friend you shouldn't hit." Xiao Zheng said in a cold voice.

"You're friends with this cripple?" Brother Dong asked, squinting.

"Correct one of your mistakes. He is not lame, his name is Li Feng. It's a good friend of mine. After Xiao Zheng finished speaking, everyone walked towards Brother Dong and made a move in front of his four or five younger brothers.

Bang!

Xiao Zheng kicked Dong Ge's knee violently, causing him to fall to his knees. The viciousness of the shot is staggering. Even Lin Xiaozhu, who was standing behind him, covered his mouth and was at a loss.

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