The racing training ground is huge, almost as big as the racing ground next door.
Because the scene was cleared, apart from the two cars of Huo Yao and Huo Changfeng, there were only a few cars driven by Cheng Ming and his men in the entire racing track.
Huo Yao's car was parked on the runway line, with his hands casually resting on the steering wheel, his head slanted against the seat, his peach blossom eyes looking out at the empty driveway, with a lazy expression.
It's been a long time since I touched a car.
Huo Changfeng, who was on the runway next door, was already ready. He turned his head and looked towards Huo Yao with a radiant look, "Are you ready?"
Huo Yao sat upright, and only raised his hand in mid-air to make a handsome gesture, and then the next moment, he stepped on the accelerator, and the streamlined cool sports car turned into a silvery gray like a sharp arrow, and flew out in the night.
Huo Changfeng knew Huo Yao's drag racing skills from Cheng Ming. When he described it a few days ago, he felt itchy in his heart. Seeing this scene now, the blood in his whole body seemed to boil at this moment.
With one step on the foot, the car followed closely.
Under the night, two cars galloped on the track like a whirlwind, one in front of the other, especially the silver-gray ghost sports car. Its speed was fast, and its smooth drifting skills when cornering were completely comparable to professional racing drivers.
When Huo Changfeng saw this, the interest in his eyes deepened, Missy can do it.
*
In the monitoring room of the stadium next door.
"Brother Yang, I'm afraid it's not easy to win today's race. Cruise's team has hired Andy, who is ranked third in the world. The strength of our racers is far from him."
Yang Yi watched more than a dozen refitted sports cars slowly getting into place on the monitoring screen, especially the leading sports car on the left, the blond man leaning on the front of the car, whose arrogance was almost hard to feel through the monitoring screen .
That is Andy, who is ranked third in the world.
Yang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly. Compared with their Min family's team, there was already a certain distance in terms of momentum. Today's competition seemed to have seen the result before it even started.
"Is Zhou Xun here?" Yang Yi raised his hand to look at the time and asked.
There are still 20 minutes until the warm-up is over, and it is time to enter the official competition.
The subordinate nodded, "I've been here for a while, maybe he was under a lot of pressure, so he drove to the training ground next to him."
Zhou Yixun is the second-ranked professional racing driver in China. Against Andy, who is the third-ranked in the world, this pressure... Yang Yi pressed his eyebrows and said, "Call people back to prepare."
"Okay, I'll go now."
Yang Yi raised his head again and looked at the large monitoring screen in front of him. His eyes were deep, and he didn't know where the master was now. If he was there, there was still a chance of winning today's game...
If he loses, the batch of rare weapon raw materials will fall to Cruise. Yang Yi's face darkens, and the batch of materials can only belong to the Min family.
He took out his cell phone and made a call.
*
Zhou Yixun just drove his own racing car to the training ground next door, and before entering the track, he was stopped by several cars parked at the intersection.
"I'm sorry, the venue here has been rented out by us, please leave." Cheng Ming was dressed in black, with a stern look all over his body, and he didn't have much expression on his face.
Zhou Yixun held the steering wheel, turned his head to look at Cheng Ming outside, and frowned.
(end of this chapter)