I thought that a battle between Ferrari and Porsche would begin, but the silver Porsche was like a flash of lightning and there was no next scene. Chu Mo slowed down, parked the car in front of the red light, and honestly obeyed the traffic rules.

The Ferrari throttle over there had been raised, ready to compete with Chu Mo's Porsche, but Chu Mo suddenly stopped, and they had to brake sharply and stop next to Chu Mo.

The noisy and excited cries of the people on the Ferrari carried provocative gestures, but all this was drowned out by the calm of Chumo.

This is a side road, and it is also the road that Chu Mo chose before in order to avoid encountering the old man's car on the road, there is no traffic here, and in front of the traffic light, the two cars in parallel are like waiting for the gunshots before the start.

At such a time, Ye Luo was nervous, but on his back, Chu Mo's long arm stretched out seemed to be placed there at random, but it was such a hand that the tension in his heart had been somewhat relieved.

Red light, turn yellow, and finally turn green.

At the moment when the light turned green, the red Ferrari next to it rushed out with a throttle like an arrow off the string.

The warm sun and the soft wind, the blue sky with white clouds, the infinitely beautiful weather, the infinitely leisurely Chu Mo, the red Ferrari rushed out a few hundred meters away in an instant, but the Chu Mo Porsche did not move at all, still stopped in front of the yellow zebra crossing. Chu Mo slowly picked up the sunglasses that were placed aside and put them on the bridge of his nose, covering the depth of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth hooked an intriguing arc.

Did he say he was going to race with them?

Although Ye Luo was a little confused about the situation, he didn't say anything, he just looked at Chu Mo, as if he couldn't see through it, this charter man was provoked like this, and he looked indifferent, wasn't he angry at all? Or, don't dare to accept the provocation of others?

Looking at the red Ferrari that had soared away and turned back backwards, the inky black eyes under the sunglasses were even deeper, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was elongated, and he unhurriedly took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it between his lips, not lit it, just held it.

In the sunlight, the red Ferrari looks particularly dazzling, and the body shines with a sleek and insolent light. In the distance, the invective of the people in the car could already be heard. This enthusiasm was played by Chu Mo's trick like cold water, can they not scold?

When the Ferrari stopped in front of Chu Mo's car, except for the red hair who was driving, the other people jumped out of the car directly, and their mouths were full of unhappy abuse: Fuck, you dare to play a few of our brothers......

Going to fight?

Ye Luo's small fist grabbed and touched the skateboard beside him, which was not only his partner, but also his weapon, a weapon that specializes in fighting hooligans.

It's just that everything didn't go as he imagined, just when he thought he might make a move, the big hand on his back suddenly tightened him, and then the car suddenly started, without any prelude, and the few sons and brothers who came around were so frightened that they jumped aside, for fear of being hit by Chu Mo.

And Chu Mo never wanted to hit them from beginning to end, but he had a crush on that Ferrari!

bypassed the Ferrari and could have driven away directly, but Chu Mo did not leave like this, but suddenly pulled the car back, retreated fiercely and quickly, and with a bang, the rear of the car directly hit the rear of the Ferrari.