"It's so shameless!" Lin Xiaozhu yelled with bared teeth and claws. "How could a Bentley hit someone? The car is obviously better than others, but it's still playing tricks. Even if it comes first, it's not honorable!"
Xiao Zheng smiled and said: "Even in international competitions, collisions in emergency situations are allowed. Not to mention illegal racing? As long as you can win, you can do it at any cost."
Lin Xiaozhu groaned, his face full of displeasure. Firstly, it’s not worthwhile to be the owner of the BMW, and secondly, because of the lady in red’s clever plan, her face has nothing to do with it.
Xiao Zheng didn't have such a strong sense of winning as she did, but he still praised the Bentley owner's skills. However, it is the BMW M3 that attracts Xiao Zheng's attention the most. Of course, he didn't lose because of the BMW owner, but because the owner's driving skills were very similar to someone he once knew. An old friend who is known as the Jiupanshan Car God.
But Xiao Zheng quickly shook his head and gave up on this unrealistic idea. The BMW owner's technology is indeed good. If it weren't for the performance limitations of the car itself, and the silver Bentley modified the nitrogen acceleration system, it forced the car to drive away from the BMW at the last corner. The winner of this duel between the two heroes is still unknown. Strictly speaking, the two's skills can be considered equally matched.
But even so, the technology of the BMW owner is still far inferior to that of Xiao Zheng's old friend. The handling of corners is too rough and not coherent enough. Based on this alone, the BMW owner's technology can only be regarded as first-class, not top-notch. You can make a name for yourself in underground racing. But compared with professional drivers, there are still some technical deficiencies.
At the end of each round, the organizer will distribute the prizes on-site and hold a small and short celebration party. This is used to mobilize the emotions and fighting spirit of the participants. At the end of the game, the defeated cars drove back to Jiupan Mountain Pass, like bereaved dogs. Only the silver Bentley returned like a king, enjoying the cheers and screams of the people.
The owner of the silver Bentley is a young man about thirty years old, wearing casual sportswear and a peaked cap, with a faint smile on his thin and fair face. As if this thrilling competition did not bring him much excitement, he walked to the podium calmly.
People gathered around the podium and gave warm cheers to the Group A champion.
"Hmph. Despicable villain!" Lin Xiaozhu looked sideways at the high-spirited Bentley owner on the podium, his face full of displeasure.
Of course, in addition to her being unhappy that the Bentley owner won, the organizer shared the same sentiment, if not more so.
Because in addition to losing the 200,000 yuan bonus, the boss behind the scenes also crashed a BMW M3 worth more than one million yuan. The culprit of all this is the driver of the M3. A young man whose legs and feet seem to be inconvenient.
Yes.
The owner of the BMW M3 that made a beautiful spin on Jiulianhuan Road was a young man with hidden leg and foot problems. It does not affect walking, but it is clearly a little unnatural during walking.
As a loser, especially a loser who is close to victory, the young man did not receive any attention, and no one gave him the praise of being glorious despite defeat. Losing means losing. In this winner-takes-all competition, the loser has no right to escape.
When he returned to the scene in a severely damaged BMW M3, the celebration was in full swing. The young man in pleated jeans didn't even take a second look at the celebration scene and silently walked to the makeshift backstage. His eyebrows were deeply knitted into a frown.
With his head buried deeply, he walked up and down without making eye contact with anyone until he reached the backstage.
"Brother Dong. I'm sorry." The young man looked at Brother Dong with an ugly expression.
boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, the powerful Dong Ge suddenly kicked the young man in the chest. The young man took this kick forcefully, and his thin body couldn't help but stagger back.
"Sorry?" Brother Dong said angrily. "Do you know how much money your sorry words have cost us?"
boom!
Another whip hit the young man's side, almost knocking him down.
The young man who was hit twice in a row turned pale. He covered his painful waist with his hands, lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect his car to be equipped with a nitrogen system."
"I didn't expect that!?" Brother Dong said angrily. "What the hell do you do for a living? Aren't you the Jiupanshan Car God? You can't win even if you add a nitrogen system? What's the point of keeping you here?"
The young man lowered his head silently without saying a word.
"Fuck you!" Brother Dong was extremely angry, and his face was full of flesh and blood, and he said ferociously. "If Boss Ye hadn't asked me to reward you with a meal, I would have kicked you damn cripple! Do you really think you are still the Jiupanshan Car God of the past? Damn you, go pee and take a picture Mirror, see what kind of virtue you have! It's useless for a waste like you to die!"
Due to the heavy losses, Dong Ge took all his grievances on the young man who lost to the silver Bentley. On the other hand, this young man with bad legs and feet did not resist from beginning to end, but silently endured all the humiliation. The pair of eyes were dull and without any sparkle.
Xiao Zheng saw everything that happened backstage, including the young man's inconvenient right leg. His eyes also changed from calm at first to cold.
The cold and biting breath quickly startled Lin Xiaozhu who was standing aside. I couldn't help but ask: "Brother-in-law, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay." Xiao Zheng stubbed out the cigarette he forgot to smoke and said to Lin Xiaozhu. "You stay in the car, I'm going to meet a friend."
After that, he opened the car door and walked to the backstage.
Lin Xiaozhu had noticed Xiao Zheng's strangeness a long time ago, so how could he let him go alone and followed him loyally.
Brother Dong is tired of beating and scolding. He glared at the young man angrily and growled: "What are you doing like a fool? Why don't you send the train to No. 2? If you lose in the next round, I will destroy you!"
"Who are you going to destroy?"
Xiao Zheng walked into the open backstage expressionlessly, his face extremely gloomy.
"What does it have to do with you?" Brother Dong frowned, not sure whether Xiao was a contestant or a meddler. "This is the backstage, you are not supposed to be here!"
"I'm here to meet a friend." Xiao Zheng glanced at Brother Dong with cold eyes.
"Meeting friends?" Brother Dong said impatiently.
"A friend you shouldn't hit." Xiao Zheng said in a cold voice.
"Are you friends with this cripple?" Brother Dong asked with narrowed eyes.
"Correction of one of your mistakes. He is not a cripple, his name is Li Feng. He is a good friend of mine." After Xiao Zheng finished speaking, he walked towards Brother Dong in full view of everyone and started to fight in front of four or five of his younger brothers.
boom!
Xiao Zheng kicked Dong Ge hard on the knee, causing him to fall to his knees. The viciousness of the attack is shocking. Even Lin Xiaozhu, who was standing behind him, covered his mouth and was at a loss.