Racing is not like football basketball, there is only one way to play. In other words, racing is one of the most popular sports in all sports.

In the island country, although the automobile industry is developed, it is unimaginably weak in the racing industry. In the last decade or so, there has been a Kobayashi Kamui who has made his mark in F1, but it can't be denied that they love the sport of motorsport - their love for racing can be seen in the comics or films made on the island.

Just as women always have an extraordinary affection for that kind of shiny thing, men also have a natural love for cars.

"What do you mean by that?" Mitsui Toshiaki's face was extremely ugly, looking at Yan Murong's squinting expression, he didn't know what the other party was thinking. Gambling on your life? Is this such an exaggeration?

Subconsciously, Mitsui Toshiaki thought that Yan Murong was looking for an excuse to reject him.

"Didn't I say that clearly enough?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Toshiaki Mitsui asked.

"What? Don't you dare? Looking at Mitsui Toshiming, whose face was pale, Yan Murong said with disdain. I don't dare to know you, Lang wastes my time—you are as small as your country. ”

"Okay, I'll bet you." Toshiaki Mitsui gritted his teeth, and the words almost popped out of his teeth.

"Brother, don't." Mitsui Imperial Sakura took his hand with a worried face, and said in a hurried voice. "Brother, I don't want it, I don't like that necklace."

Looking at Mitsui Huangying's anxious expression, Yan Murong's opinion of her has changed a lot - at least this girl is much more sensible than Mitsui Toshiming.

"Nope." Toshiaki Mitsui shouted persistently. "Even if you don't want to, as a man of the Mitsui family, I must protect the dignity of the Mitsui family."

"Dignity?" Yan Murong sneered disdainfully. "There is a big fart family where the fart is bigger, and what dignity does that idle person care about dignity or not? If I were you, I would go home and live your eldest young master's life, and the world would be full of swagger. ”

"Yaga." Toshiaki Mitsui was really angry this time, it was okay to insult him, but he would never allow others to insult his family - in his eyes, the dignity of the family was far more important than the dignity of the individual -

Inside the senior ward of the hospital.

"Bang-click."

The vase on the cabinet next to the hospital bed smashed to the ground, and a bouquet of lilies in the vase also fell with the sound of the vase, lying miserably on the ground with the fragments.

"Bastard, bastard, I'm going to kill that bastard." The king of kings roared almost madly, and the bruises on his cheeks made his expression even more hideous now.

"Young master, calm down, don't hurt yourself again." A middle-aged man in his forties looked at the king of kings who was lying on the bed with a worried face, smashing something on the ground with something in his hand, and cautiously persuaded him.

"Calm down, how can I calm down?" The king of kings cried out with tears in his eyes. "That bastard, I'm going to kill him-and Dong Wuyan's bitch~."

"Young master, don't talk nonsense." The man was startled, looked out through the glass on the door, and found that no one was outside, so he said. "Young master, we can't move the Dong family, it's okay for you to complain, but you must not say it outside."

"Can't move? Why can't you move? The king of kings roared angrily.

was beaten into a pig's head by Yan Murong in front of so many people, which made his face fall directly into the Pacific Ocean. Although it looked badly injured on the surface, it was actually just a few teeth missing, and a little blood came out of the mouth and nose.

Yan Murong's strength was very well controlled, but it just gave him some injuries that looked miserable, but were not serious.

But the current king of kings doesn't care if he is miserable or not-Yan Murong beats him in front of so many people, he must take revenge.

Hitting him, scolding him, or cutting off his hands will not relieve hatred, it is better to kill him.

"Young master, calm down." The man patiently persuaded. "The master will be here soon, why don't you ask the master's opinion?"

As he said this, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside, and then, a middle-aged man in his fifties, somewhat bald, walked in, accompanied by two bodyguards in black suits.

Although the man is older and the top of his head has begun to be bald, the successful temperament on his body is fully evident - this man is the father of the king of kings, rubber tycoon Wang Chuanru.

Staring at his son's face, which was similar to the braised pig's head that had just been fished out of the pot, Wang Chuanru waved his hand and drove the bodyguard out, looked at the man standing beside him and bent over slightly. "Who hit it?"

"Master Hui, it is a young man named Yan Murong, who came from Yanjing in the mainland, and has a good relationship with the Li family, the Du family and the Dong family." The man knows Wang Chuanru's character, and he doesn't like to talk nonsense, so his answer is also very concise. In the shortest words, it directly explained the origin of Yan Murong and the background of her relationship in Hong Kong.

"Why did you hit him?" Wang Chuanru asked with a frown.

"The young master didn't say it." The man bowed his head and said.

"Tell me, why did he hit you?" Wang Chuanru walked to the side of the bed, sat on the hospital bed, looked at his resentful son and asked.

"How do I know why he hit me?" The king of kings glared and said, although his tone was still very impulsive, but in front of his Lao Tzu, he still restrained a lot.

"Forget it." Wang Chuanru shook his head and said. "During this time, you can stay in the hospital honestly for a few days, and you don't care about other things - whoever beats you, I will get justice for you."

"What? Still keep me in the hospital? Hearing Wang Chuanru's words, the king of kings was unwilling, and immediately shouted. Dad, I'll do this myself, I'm going to have to kill that bastard, or I won't be able to swallow it. ”

"Shut up." Wang Chuanru scolded in a deep voice, and without saying anything, he said to the middle-aged man standing behind him. "Scout, take care of the young master, let him lie here for a week - if something happens to him if he runs out again, you know the consequences."

"Yes, master, I will take care of the young master." The man hurriedly bowed and said in a trembling voice.

Consequence? The consequence is very simple - if something happens to the king of kings who runs out again, then he will take the initiative to jump into the river.

In the outside world, people only know that Wang Chuanru is a rubber tycoon, who only came to Hong Kong from Malaysia a few years ago, began to involve real estate and industry, and soon entered the ranking of the four major families. But they don't know that the Wang family has actually controlled most of Hong Kong's underworld decades ago.

Otherwise, how could the three families of Li, Du, and Bao, who have been entrenched in Hong Kong for many years, easily allow a family that has only been here for a few years to be as famous as them?

The middle-aged man thought, the master is going to make a move, it seems that the man named Yan Murong is going to be unlucky.