Thinking that Ye Beichen had just drunk wine, Xian'er hesitated a little.

It's just that when she saw Ye Beichen's determined look, that trace of hesitation was also suppressed.

The Emperor is not a reckless person!

"Fasten your seatbelts. ”

Sitting in the driver's seat, Ye Beichen said lightly.

Waiting for Xian'er to quickly fasten his seat belt, he shouted in a deep voice: "Sit tight!"

While speaking, Ye Beichen stepped on the accelerator suddenly, and crashed into the Porsche in front of him.

"Ahh

Xian'er screamed, covering her eyes in fright.

Obviously, the Porsche in front didn't expect that Ye Beichen would drive straight into it.

Aston Martin and Porsche collided, not to mention who was tougher, the problem is that the person in front of him didn't plan to crash at all!

However, just when Porsche was in a hurry to accelerate and Aston Martin was about to collide, Ye Beichen turned the steering wheel agilely with both hands.

At this time, Ye Beichen's agile hand speed and accurate judgment were fully reflected.

Aston Martin didn't crash into the car in front of him, it seemed to pass by, but it didn't touch a single thing.

Aston Martin was in the fast lane, driving side-by-side with the opposition.

Glancing sideways, through the window glass, Ye Beichen saw a man wearing sunglasses, who was looking over with some panic.

It was a strange man, Ye Beichen was sure that he had not seen the other party.

But no matter who the other party is, whether there is a grudge or not, since he wants to pit him Ye Beichen, he must be the price of being pitted!

Ye Beichen smiled coldly, and stepped on the accelerator again with the soles of his feet.

Hit the steering wheel to the right, rush in front of the opponent, and hit the brakes, all three actions are almost all in one go.

In just two seconds, Aston Martin was firmly in front of Porsche.

The Porsche driver obviously didn't expect that Ye Beichen would dare to stand in front of them directly.

The speed is not fifty or sixty yards now, and once it hits, not to mention the car crash and death, at least people are injured in both cars.

Such a result is obviously not something that Porsche drivers are willing to accept.

He slammed on the brakes, and the inertia caused him to hit his head against the glass, screaming in pain.

"Squeak......

The screeching sound of brakes sounded, but it was not hit.

Aston Martin thrashed the throttle twice and sped off.

The Porsche driver rubbed the swollen bag on his forehead, and was about to speak, when he heard a cold voice from the back seat: "Catch up!"

Ahead, in Aston Martin.

Xian'er patted her chest and asked weakly: "Emperor Trench, if that person didn't step on the brakes just now, wouldn't we be ......?"

Thinking of the scene just now, Xian'er had palpitations.

Whether it was Ye Beichen's feint at the beginning, or suddenly stopping in front of the other party at high speed, it was an extremely dangerous action. One bad one is that the car is destroyed and people die.

"He doesn't hit the brakes?"

Ye Beichen smiled disdainfully and said, "He doesn't dare! Even if he dares not to step on the brakes, he won't be able to hit us." ”

From the very beginning, Ye Beichen guessed that the other party didn't want to lose both at all, but let him be unlucky on the premise that he was not injured.

I didn't even dare to be rear-ended, how could I dare to bump into it?

Driving the car, Ye Beichen glanced at the rearview mirror and couldn't help frowning.

"Huh? You're coming up again?"

In the rearview mirror, Ye Beichen saw that the Porsche was hanging ten meters behind, and it seemed that it was still accelerating.

Ye Beichen frowned and thought for a moment, and a sneer appeared on his face.

"Do you want to play with me? ”

Talking to himself, Ye Beichen turned the steering wheel, changed direction, and drove towards the Ring Expressway.

From Ye Beichen's change of direction to entering the Ring Expressway, Porsche followed closely from beginning to end, with no sign of leaving.

Ye Beichen was sure that the other party was not just as simple as gas.

Otherwise, it's not road rage, it's road rage cancer.

At this time, it is more than three o'clock in the afternoon, not the rush hour, the ring highway is wide, and the vehicles are even more scarce.

Seeing that the other party was following, Ye Beichen was not in a hurry, holding the steering wheel with one hand, taking out a cigarette and holding it in his mouth.

Seeing this, Xian'er obediently took the lighter and lit it for Ye Beichen.

Ye Beichen took two puffs of cigarette and saw that the other party was still following him, and there was no sign of bumping into him.

He smiled, pressed the window, threw the cigarette to the back of the car, and raised his middle finger.

The next moment, the Porsche accelerated.

Just listen to the humming roar of the Porsche motor, which is speeding towards Aston Martin.

At this time, the speed of the opponent exceeded one hundred and two, and the result of this collision was beyond doubt.

"I'll give you a chance. ”

Ye Beichen smiled indifferently and slammed on the brakes.

"What!"

The Porsche driver exclaimed, he didn't expect that Ye Beichen would dare to step on the brakes when he hit it at such a speed.

It's damning!

"Crazy, really crazy!"

The Porsche driver shouted in his heart and had to bite down and hit the brakes. In this way, even if you collide, you won't be killed.

With a loud "squeak" of brakes, the Porsche driver's forehead hit the front window glass again without accident.

This time, it's not just a big bag with a swollen forehead.

There was a muffled "bang", and a blood flower sent the Porsche driver's forehead splashed.

"Oops. ”

In the back seat of the car, there was also a cry of pain. It's a little better than the driver, but it's not much better.

"Buzz ......"

The expected impact did not sound, and when the other party braked, Ye Beichen quickly stepped on the accelerator and had already rushed out more than ten meters away.

At this point, the Aston Martin's engine roared, and it seemed as if the exhaust fumes from both exhaust pipes were mocking the people in the Porsche.

"Can you bear this?"

Ye Beichen looked at the rearview mirror and smiled coldly.

"This is unbearable!"

In the back seat of Porsche, an angry voice sounded, responding to Ye Beichen very tacitly.

"Rush up, no matter what! Bump me! Bump this bastard to death! Leave it alone! Bump him to death!"

The roar in the back seat made the Porsche driver's eyes red as well – half blood flowing into his eyes, half anger.

was played by Ye Beichen several times before and after, they didn't get any benefits at all, how can they not be angry!

Seeing the vehicle behind him rushing again, Ye Beichen's playful smile disappeared, and a trace of solemnity appeared in his eyes.

After several flirtatations, the other party was not popular, and he didn't believe it.

Now that he hit it again, Ye Beichen didn't plan to repeat his old tricks, but stepped on the accelerator and drove quickly.

After a fight, the drama of stumbling on each other turned into a competition after Ye Beichen deliberately did it.

Subsequently, there was a scene of two luxury cars racing on the ring highway.

Ye Beichen has an obvious advantage, Aston Martin's horsepower exceeds Porsche, and Ye Beichen's reaction also exceeds that of Porsche drivers.

Ye Beichen knew in his heart that as long as he drove at full speed, the other party would not let alone bump into him, and he would not be thrown into success.

But he didn't drive at full speed, but pressed the opponent's head steadily, only hanging the opponent twenty meters behind.

Ye Beichen is very interested in the identity of the Chinese in Porsche.