How can you open your mouth and scold people, this is what Mo Shu hates the most.

He just wanted to come forward to theorize, but Mo Shanhe stopped his son.

"Dad! Don't stop me, this kind of person owes clean up! Mo Shu said angrily.

"Alas~ Don't be impulsive..."Mo Shanhe waved his hand.

"It's not a question of impulsiveness, it's a question of swearing and insulting others!"

"Uh-huh, leave it to Dad to deal with, okay?"

Seeing his father's efforts to dissuade him, Mo Shu thought to himself, it's enough! Don't let this garbage affect everyone's mood.

Mo Shu snorted and sat in the car, and began to calm the anger in his heart, but he heard Mo Shanhe look back and throw a sentence.

"The boy who speaks disrespectfully, do you dare to compete with the old man?"

what？

Still tell your son not to be impulsive?

Mo Shanhe obviously wants to teach the other party more than his son.

Although Tang Xianxing and Wang Yu had black lines on their faces, they also expressed their understanding in their hearts.

After all, in this world, what father wants to watch others insult their children?

Mo Shanhe's cold declaration of war made Xiao Young a little at a loss.

But he quickly came to his senses, wasn't he just a half-old man with gray hair? What else can he do at such an age?

"Uncle, are you sure you won't have a heart attack during the game?" There was also a girl sitting next to Xiao Young, who also spoke without any virtue.

Mo Shanhe ignored them, and just raised a finger and put it in front of his lips, intending to "shut up your stinky mouth".

"Rub! Geezer! We'll see! The young man slapped the steering wheel fiercely, and with one foot of the accelerator, he soared onto the "quasi-track" of Yunding Peak.

"This kid doesn't understand the rules at all, and he still leads the runner." Mo Shanhe let Tang Xian get into the car, and quickly started the car to chase after him.

Mo Shanhe has been away from the arena for decades, and it is still very worrying to compete with others as soon as he comes up, so Mo Shu and Wang Yu had to hurriedly jump on the RT500 to follow.

On the way, Mo Shu was very worried about his father, he knew that the reason why the young man was arrogant and conceited was because the black car he sat in was very unusual.

It is a pure-blooded Desansihuan RS7 coupe, with a twin-turbo V8 engine, 4.0 displacement, 610 horsepower, full-time four-wheel drive, and a mechanical beast born for speed.

And the above data is only a list of original factory configurations.

Xiaoqing's RS7 is obviously a blast change, just now the car did not appear, the moment the sound arrived first, Mo Shu probably had a judgment.

It's just that he can't guess what kind of speed machine this car has been changed into, and this has to be compared with real guns to have the answer.

After a while, Mo Shu caught up with his father's S15, but he didn't see the shadow of the RS7 at all.

What to do? The disparity in motivation is probably too huge, and Mo Shu has already begun to feel sorry for his father's dignity.

Might as well save some face, Mo Shu hesitated whether to surpass the S15 and pursue the RS7 on behalf of his father.

According to Mo Shu's understanding of his father, generally at such a time, the father would not agree to his son coming forward for him.

Unexpectedly, the S15 in front rolled down the window and waved his hand to signal that Mo Shu could overtake, but at the same time, Wang Yu's mobile phone also rang.

"Hey, Uncle Tang? What's the situation? Wang Yu picked up the phone.

"Turn on hands-free, it's time for Lao Mo's teaching." Tang Xian conveyed the meaning of Mo Shanhe on the other end of the phone.

What are you doing? Mo Shu frowned and increased the throttle to overtake his father.

"Mo Shu, from now on, run as fast as you can, but pay attention to safety!" Mo Shanhe's voice came out of the phone's speaker.

"Dad, do you need to say this? Watch me catch up with that RS7 in minutes. ”

Mo Shu's front was already a flat horse, and he was not worried that he would not be able to catch up with his opponent at all, but he was more worried that S15 would not be able to keep up with their speed.

I only heard the RT500's engine roar, and it quickly opened up a big gap with the S15.

However, there are too few opportunities for straight trails on mountain roads like Genting Peak, and the situation is very much the same as when going up the mountain.

Whenever he arrived at a corner, Mo Shu could always find the S15 behind him, and magically caught up again and again, which surprised him.

"Dad, I can't see that your sword is not old, it's very tight." Mo Shu praised in the hands-free.

"Don't chat, hurry up, the road ahead will be a little more complicated." Mo Shanhe's tone sounded very serious.

"Dad, don't worry, I've seen the car in front, he can't run."

Indeed, the road conditions quickly became extremely difficult to deal with, and Mo Shu had expected it when he was going up the mountain.

He found that the mountain road of Yunding Peak is very distinctive, at a high altitude, there are relatively many straights, and the curves are not too sharp.

But as the altitude decreases, not only does the number of corners far outstrip the straights, but the difficulty also changes dramatically, such as the nightmarish 3-hairpin bend with 4 pairs of bends, right here at this low altitude.

Fortunately, the closer you get to this area, the more obvious the quality of the professional drivers becomes.

In less than a minute, the RT500 and S15 were already close behind the RS7.

Although Xiao Young has some skills, he is still a little scramble in the face of the pursuit of the car behind.

On several occasions, in order to prevent the rear car from overtaking, the RS7 even abandoned the "outside and outside" racing line, occupying the inside lane and braking hard to barely enter the corner.

"Hehe, the other party is already panicking." Mo Shu said proudly.

"Don't be in a hurry to overtake, his brakes are almost untenable." Mo Shanhe's plan seemed to be waiting for the other party to make a mistake.

That's right, with the way the RS7 is driven, mistakes are inevitable.

You must know that both RT500 and RS7 belong to the category of high-horsepower four-wheel drive vehicles.

There are many corners at Genting Peak, and the performance of high-horsepower cars in corners is inherently difficult to control.

Coupled with the continuous downhill road and the continuous attempts to overtake the rear car, the four-wheel drive car is not good at drifting corners and vigorously braking to guard the line, which will inevitably directly lead to the performance of the braking system attenuation, and at the same time bring a very large load to the tire grip.

This is true for the RS7, and it is also true for the RT500.

But Mo Shu's performance is much smarter and more rational than Xiao Young.

At the same time, Moshu also made full use of this shortcoming of the four-wheel drive vehicle and continued to put more pressure on the RS7.

Finally, in an extremely awkward corner, Mo Shu pretended to overtake.

Xiao Young panicked, he had to brake hard again to guard the inside line cut.

Unfortunately, the huge centrifugal force of the inside curve, combined with excessive wear and tear on the brakes and tires, caused the RS7 to suffer a severe understeer in the center of the bend.

After a few shrill grinding sounds, the RS7 landed across the guardrail on the edge of the cliff.

Fortunately, the occupants of the car are safe and sound, but unfortunately this is a good car with a lot of value, and the left front face of the RS7 has become unrecognizable because of the collision with the guardrail, which is distressing.

"Okay son, it's just the two of us, let's have a serious competition." In the speaker of the mobile phone, Mo Shanhe once again declared war.

"Mmmm, I'm not going to show mercy." Mo Shu replied without weakness.

And at this time, sitting in the car, the extremely frustrated young man would not have thought that he was just a stumbling block or warm-up exercise for the real competition between father and son.

The battle between grip running and drifting has only just begun.