Sitting in the richly decorated living room, Guo Zihao, who was extremely depressed, threw the cigarette butt in his hand directly on the marble floor at his feet.

In the mountain duel a while ago, he lost his car to the legendary driver "Viper", and his father didn't know where he heard the news, so he immediately scolded him.

-- That guy did it.

Gritting his teeth in anger, he immediately hired some thugs to go to the viper's trouble, only to be defeated by the guy again.

He didn't know the true identity of the viper at all, only that after the game, the man drove in the direction of Xicheng District. So I could only draw a portrait by feeling and give it to the nine thugs I hired, and let them go to Xicheng District to find people who looked like this.

The idiots did find someone, but it was while eating barbecue. And he drank too much and clashed with the other party who was also drunk.

As a result, when the remnants of the group returned, only four of the nine were still moving. It wasn't until they fled back that they realized that they were the target of the assault they were going to beat.

What's even worse is that these idiots not only failed to complete the task, but even wanted to ask for medical bills from themselves......

It was not easy to blast away those stalker wastes, and Guo Zihao is also in a very depressed mood now.

He has always been high-flying and arrogant, and he has never been defeated twice by the same person. Unexpectedly, that "Viper" not only has super driving skills, but is also proficient in martial arts:

As the saying goes, "two punches are hard to beat four hands", but that man actually fought against nine people by himself, and he also had five of them. In this way, it is just a waste of money to continue to hire thugs!

If you want to teach that bastard a lesson, you have to do something else. As for that method, Guo Zihao has already thought of it.

The time was close to midnight, and the reason why Guo Zihao hadn't slept was because he was waiting for the person he had hired at a great price to arrive.

In front of the professional racing drivers hired by himself, an amateur driver like Viper is not worth mentioning at all.

Moreover, that driver is not only a professional racer, but also has some kind of shady stunt......

When Guo Zihao was thinking, the maid in front of the door walked into the living room, bent down and saluted, and began to report: "Boss, a guest is coming." ”

"Let him in." Guo Zihao raised his tone excitedly.

The name "Boss" was also what he ordered his servants to use, because he thought it sounded like a drag. After waiting for less than ten seconds, the maid led a large man who was 1.9 meters tall and walked in.

Dressed in a black leather jacket and blue jeans, the blonde was a standard Caucasians, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised and a look of disdain.

"Ah, hello, hello." Guo Zihao quickly stood up as he spoke, and motioned for the person to sit down on the sofa in front of him.

At the same time, the interpreter he had hired for a long time immediately walked into the living room and translated his greeting to the other party.

“Hello.”

The blond-haired man sat down with a frown, then uttered an eerie-sounding greeting: "Asshole."

Guo Zihao, who had never passed English when he was in school, couldn't understand what this meant at all, so he could only whisper to the translator: "What did he say?" ”

"It's a popular way to greet people these days, and it means 'hello.'" The translator explained, somewhat awkwardly.

"Oh." Guo Zihao nodded and said, "Mr. Daniel, I need you to deal with a driver named 'Viper' and crash his car, even if it kills him, it doesn't matter." ”

Hearing this, the interpreter looked at him worriedly and asked, "Is it okay to say that?" ”

"Less nonsense, fast translation!" Guo Zihao scolded impatiently. Then he listened to the interpreter and spoke to the driver in English:

The man he hired was named Daniel. Macorrick, a former driver at the 24 Hours of Le Mans.

As a result of his sudden slowdown and jumping during the race, the car behind him collided with his car, and the driver of the car behind him was killed. Since then, he has been banned from racing and permanently disqualified from racing.

In fact, before he was banned, this person also had a notoriously bad reputation, and belonged to the kind of guy who would do anything to win.

So although he himself claimed that he jumped out of the car because of a fire inside the car, there are still many people who speculate that he did it on purpose to kill the driver behind him.

But what Guo Zihao needs now is this kind of evil and powerful guy.

"Okay, I can accept your request, it seems to be interesting." The translator was frightened to translate Daniel's words into Chinese.

"WELL, THE TARGET IS DRIVING A DODGE CHARGER......" Guo Zihao continued.

The criminal plot of the two lasted about ten minutes. It wasn't until Daniel stood up and turned to leave the bedroom that Guo Zihao finally let out a long breath. Then he turned to the timid translator next to him:

"If you dare to tell me about today, I'll kill you."

"Uh, I see, I'll take my leave." The translator, who had done his job, almost escaped from the living room.

After the meeting, Guo Zihao leaned back on the sofa contentedly, picked up the red wine on the table and took a big sip, and a grim smile appeared on his reddish face:

"Wait for death, bastard!"

At the same time, Daniel walked to the Porsche Carrera GT parked in the courtyard of the villa, looked back at the dark villa, and spat disdainfully.

If it weren't for the extremely attractive price offered by the other party, I wouldn't have come to this ghost place to race. That bastard just now obviously didn't know anything about drag racing, and it was disgusting to pretend to know very well. But......

“VIPER……”

After silently reciting the name "Viper", he was also slightly interested.

I heard that the guy once beat the Mercedes SLR McLaren in a Dodge Viper, which can be regarded as a relatively strong opponent, and it is really interesting to destroy such a driver.

Even if others have different opinions about what he did, only he knows what it is.

-- I can't suppress the desire to destroy in my bones.

Although he is also very talented in driving, it is not drag racing that suits him better, but crashing into the other person's car.

Every time I watch other people's cars turn into a pile of burning scrap metal, my heart overflows with indescribable speed. Feel. The more powerful the opponent dies under his wheel, the happier he is.

So, that "viper" must die. Not just for the commission, but also for yourself.

"Die."

Sitting in the silver-white Porsche, Daniel drove away without looking back, leaving two bloody afterimages of the scarlet taillights.