Qiao Xia floated in the air with a bewildered expression.

She had obviously completed her fast-wearing journey and was ready to go back to the real world, why was she ejected at the last second!

The voice of the system Xuanwu sounded: [A total of 998 complaints have been made, and the reward of being reborn back to the real world has been temporarily canceled, please make efforts to smooth out the content of the complaint]

Josha: "......"

Shen Te has been complained about 998 times, and she has only done a total of 100 missions, with an average of 9.8 complaints per plane?

What idiot is so persistent and single-minded?

[Obtaining the complainant's appeal and waiting to receive it......]

I wanted to ask if I had a stomach, but the system was in a working state and couldn't chat, so Qiao Xia had to hold back her emotions and observe the current situation.

She was still a soul body, floating in the air, and Xuanwu beside her was a small turtle with wings, fluttering and flying.

Men and women in cool clothes writhing to the sound of heavy metal music, and behind them are sports cars of all kinds, from cheap modifications to the world's top-notch.

She quickly confirmed that this was the city's worst black racing car for thrill hunts.

Money, beauty, even if you are poor, as long as you dare to fight with your life, everything here can satisfy you.

At this time, many people gathered at the starting point, and in the center of the circle, two top sports cars faced each other, one blue and one red.

In the blue car, there was a man with big flower arms in a vest, holding a cigarette, with obvious Jianghu habits, he spit out a smoke ring, stretched out his thumb to the man in the red car, and then slowly downward, with a strong sense of irony.

There was laughter from someone around.

Brother Zhou sat down: "I won, your car belongs to me, and the Oiran belongs to me, and I want you not to set foot here for half a step from now on." ”

Everyone looked at the man in the red sports car.

His temperament is between a teenager and a man, he looks like he is in his early twenties, compared to Brother Zhou, his facial features can even be called Sven Junxiu, in the face of provocation, his expression remains the same, only the dark blue stud on his right ear seems to be a little unruly when he turns his face.

He glanced sideways and raised his chin to the Oiran standing between the two sports cars: "Get in the car." ”

It is an unwritten rule in the city that never sleeps, and when the two parties make a bet, the bet is kept by a notary.

And now, Oiran's tonight is also in the stakes, as soon as he said this, the people around him suddenly cheered - the rookie doesn't even understand the rules, and tonight, the little master of the Ming family is destined to lose a mess.

Oiran also smiled, she threw a wink at Ming Qi, and reminded her kindly: "The first time the little master came to us, he may not know the rules......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted, and the corners of the man's mouth in the red sports car hooked slightly, and he arced evilly: "I can't lose." ”

There was silence for a while, then screams and boos.

Brother Zhou's face sank, but Ming Qi's car had already emitted a low roar unique to sports cars, he didn't look at anyone, and repeated very calmly: "Get in the car." ”

This kind of man who is absolutely confident in himself is really ...... It's defenseless.

Oiran threw a flying kiss to Brother Zhou, turned around and swayed to the co-pilot of the red sports car.

Brother Zhou, scolded forcefully, and the two sports cars slid to the starting line at the same time.

The small colored flag was waved, and the sports car shot out at the same time, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

Qiao Xia in mid-air followed uncontrollably, she was stunned, but she quickly reacted - Brother Zhou and Ming Qi, one of these two people, was the one who complained about her.