"Too shameless!" Lin Xiaozhu bared his fangs and brandished his claws as he cursed. "How can the Bentley hit others? The car is obviously better than others, but he still plays tricks. Even if he gets the first place, it's not glorious! "
Xiao Zheng smiled and said, "Even if it's an international race, an emergency collision is allowed. Not to mention an illegal race. As long as you can win, you can do whatever it takes. "
Lin Xiaozhu snorted, and her face was full of unhappiness. First, she felt unworthy for the BMW owner, and second, the girl in red's clever calculation made her lose face.
Xiao Zheng didn't have such a strong desire to win as she did, but he still praised the Bentley owner's skills. However, what attracted Xiao Zheng's attention the most was the BMW M3. Of course, it wasn't because the BMW owner lost, but because the owner's driving skills were very similar to a person he once knew. An old friend known as the Jiupan Mountain Racing God.
However, Xiao Zheng quickly shook his head and dispelled this unrealistic idea of his. The BMW owner's skills were really good. If it weren't for the performance limitations of the car itself, and the modification of the silver Bentley's nitrogen acceleration system, he would have crashed into the BMW at the last corner. The winner of this duel was still unknown. Strictly speaking, the skills of the two were equal.
But even so, the BMW owner's skills were far inferior to Xiao Zheng's old friend. The corners were handled too crudely and not coherent enough. Based on this point alone, the BMW owner's skills could only be regarded as first-class, not top-notch. He could make a name for himself in the underground racing. But compared with professional drivers, there was still a certain lack of skills.
At the end of each round, the organizer would distribute the prize money on the spot and hold a small and short celebration. In this way, the emotions and fighting spirit of the participants were aroused. At the end of the race, the defeated cars drove back to the Jiupan Mountain Pass, like stray dogs. Only the silver Bentley was like a king returning, enjoying the cheers and screams of the people.
The owner of the silver Bentley was a young man about 30 years old, wearing a casual sportswear and a cap. There was a faint smile on his thin and white face. As if this thrilling race didn't bring him too much excitement, he calmly walked to the podium.
People gathered around the podium and gave warm cheers to the champion of Group A.
"Hmph. Despicable villain! "Lin Xiaozhu squinted at the high-spirited Bentley owner on the podium, his face full of displeasure.
Of course, other than the fact that she was unhappy about the Bentley owner's victory, the organizers also felt the same way, or even worse.
Because in addition to losing the 200,000 yuan bonus, the behind-the-scenes boss also damaged a BMW M3 worth more than a million yuan. And the culprit of all this was the driver of the M3. A young man who seemed to have trouble with his legs.
Yes.
The owner of the BMW M3, who did a beautiful drift at the Nine Rings, was a young man with a hidden problem in his legs. It did not affect his walking, but when he walked, it was clearly a little unnatural.
As a loser, especially a loser who was so close to victory, the young man did not receive any attention, and no one gave him any praise for his glorious defeat. A loss was a loss. In this competition where the winner was the king, the loser had no right to escape.
When he drove the heavily damaged BMW M3 back to the scene, the celebration was in full swing. The young man in wrinkled jeans didn't even look at the scene of the celebration as he silently walked to the temporary backstage. His eyebrows and eyes were deeply wrinkled.
His head was deeply buried, walking high and low, not making eye contact with anyone until he came to the backstage.
"Brother Dong. I'm sorry. "The young man looked at Brother Dong with an ugly face.
Bang!
As soon as his voice fell, the powerful Brother Dong suddenly kicked the young man's chest. The young man took the kick head-on, his thin body could not help but stagger back.
"I'm sorry?" Brother Dong said angrily. "Do you know how much money you've made us lose by saying sorry?"
Bang!
Another whip kick hit the side of the young man's waist, almost making him fall down.
The young man, who had been kicked twice, was pale. He covered his painful waist with his hands, bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect his car to be equipped with a nitrogen system."
"You didn't expect it!?" Brother Dong said angrily. "What the hell are you doing? Aren't you the Racing God of Jiupan Mountain? You can't win with a nitrogen system? What's the use of keeping you alive? "
The young man bowed his head silently and didn't say anything.
"F * ck you!" Brother Dong was extremely angry. His fierce face was piled up and he said ferociously. "If Boss Ye didn't ask me to give you a meal, I would have kicked you, a damn cripple! Do you really think you're still the Racing God of Jiupan Mountain? F * ck you, go pee and look in the mirror to see what you're like! It's useless even if you don't die! "
Because of the heavy losses, Brother Dong vented all his anger on the young man who lost to the silver Bentley. On the other hand, the young man with a bad leg didn't resist from beginning to end. He just silently endured all the humiliation. His eyes were calm and emotionless, without any expression.
Xiao Zheng saw everything that happened backstage, including the young man's inconvenient right leg. His eyes also changed from calm to cold.
The cold and piercing breath quickly shocked Lin Xiaozhu, who was standing to the side. He couldn't help but ask, "Brother-in-law, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing." Xiao Zheng put out the cigarette he had forgotten to smoke between his fingers and said to Lin Xiaozhu. "You stay in the car, I'm going to see a friend."
Then he opened the door and walked to the backstage.
Lin Xiaozhu had already noticed Xiao Zheng's strangeness. How could he let him go alone? He was very loyal to his friend and followed him.
Brother Dong was tired of fighting and scolding. He glared at the young man and growled, "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Why don't you transfer the car to No.2? If you lose in the next round, I'll cripple you! "
"Who are you going to cripple?"
Xiao Zheng broke into the open backstage expressionlessly, and his face was extremely gloomy.
"What does it have to do with you?" Brother Dong was not sure whether Xiao Zheng was a contestant or a nosy person, so he frowned. "This is the backstage, you shouldn't be here!"
"I'm here to see a friend." Xiao Zheng glanced at Brother Dong coldly.
"See what friend?" Brother Dong said impatiently.
"A friend that you shouldn't have hit," Xiao Zheng said in a cold voice.
"Are you friends with this cripple?" Brother Dong squinted and asked.
"Correct your mistake. He's not a cripple. His name is Li Feng. He's my good friend. "After Xiao Zheng said that, he walked to Brother Dong in front of everyone and made a move in front of his four or five men.
Bang!
Xiao Zheng kicked Brother Dong's knee fiercely, making him kneel down. The cruelty of the attack was shocking. Even Lin Xiaozhu, who was standing behind him, covered her mouth and didn't know what to do.
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