"Keep up!"

The movements of the four quickly attracted the attention of some.

These people have obviously been surprised for a long time.

Many people looked at the four of them with jealousy.

One of the skinny riders in full motorcycle suits looked in the direction the four had driven out.

Under the thick helmet, his brow furrowed.

After thinking about it, he also stepped into his car and followed.

The other side.

Mo Yu quickly spotted a few small tails following behind him.

After a little thought, I suddenly understood what they were going to do.

The corners of his mouth under the sunglasses couldn't help but slowly hook up.

"It's funny, a motorcycle rider dares to chase a car."

"Okay, this girl will have fun with you."

As she spoke, she tightened her grip on the steering wheel and gently pressed the accelerator.

The oil hand on the dial turns slightly.

There was a buzz, and the engine roared.

The car sped away like an arrow from a string.

"Boss, she's speeding up!"

At this time, four people and two locomotives were following closely behind.

The short flat head hugged the waist of the young man and looked at the convertible car that quickly pulled away.

I couldn't help but shout.

The young man at the head smiled coldly.

"I had long expected what a woman would drive?"

"Rush up to me, let her mess up and make her own mistakes!"

As he spoke, he twisted the handle and rushed out with a throttle.

And Mo Yu sat in the driver's seat.

Hold the steering wheel and step on the accelerator unhurriedly.

Looking at the motorcycle approaching again, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, and she stepped on the accelerator again.

On the Balthus River at night.

A cool red sports car roars in front and two motorcycles in the back.

One after the other, like a whistling streamer, it sped on the bridge in the dark night.

However, the distance between the two sides is always the same, and a certain distance is maintained.

When the motorcycle in the back is closer, the sports car in front is faster.

When the distance behind the motorcycle is widened, the sports car deliberately slows down again.

Always keep both sides at a constant distance.

It not only does not give the car behind a chance to overtake, but also hangs the appetite of the other party, so that they feel that they have a chance to succeed.

However, the speed of the motorcycle was 100 to 400 yards per hour.

The speed of a sports car is generally around four hundred and fifty yards.

It doesn't seem to be much different, but the experience is very different.

It was late at night and the wind was bittersweet.

The speeding air flow was blocked by the windows.

Turbulent vortices formed on both sides, whizzing over her head.

Her hair fluttered like black fluff.

Seeing that the wind was getting stronger and the temperature was getting colder and colder, Mo Yu raised the window and pressed the button on the steering wheel.

The windows slowly lifted, and at the same time, a black canopy slowly shrouded in the back seat, eventually creating a warm space to envelop her.

In the rear, the locomotive quartet is still chasing persistently in the wind.

And since this chase was their impromptu idea.

They didn't have helmets ready, so the four of them had to follow the car through the wind.

A bitter cold wind rushed in his face, and the cold air rushed to carry the cold vapor of the Balthus River.

Like a knife, the knife slashed through the skin.

The slightest hint of cold wind poured down their nostrils, ears, and mouths like pervasive silver needles.

At first, they were able to hold on, but in the end, their faces froze?

I can't even open my eyes.

What's even more infuriating.

They noticed that the sports car in front of them had little effect, and the canopy was slowly raised in front of them.