"Ding-! Racing skills pass the novice stage and enter the old driver's level."

Why do you have to lit your eyes and become an old driver without realizing it? It's really gratifying.

The beautiful waiter is sitting next to him, so why not take his phone out to check the system? Of course, it is not appropriate to drive and not safe. The most important thing for veteran drivers is to drive safely.

Why bother holding the steering wheel with both hands and watching the road driving seriously? I wondered in my heart whether the system would "suddenly" again to remind myself to enter the junior racer's level.

Obviously, why bother thinking too much? The car drove for about ten kilometers and there was no movement anymore.

The beautiful waiter was a little disappointed when he got into the car. In her imagination, a wealthy financial supporter like Hebi, who lives in a star-rated hotel, eats a luxurious meal, and makes a generous move. Even if he is not a Ferrari, Porsche, or Mercedes-Benz, BMW, etc., he would never have thought that he would drive a bulky Ford muscle car.

If the car is just rough on the outside, it would be fine. The key is that this car is a rough man like Boss Tang. The interior is as rough as its appearance, and the seats are hard and have no comfort at all. In fact, the co-driver seat of this car is not used to sit in people. Its real function is to conceal two illegally modified liquid nitrogen gas fillings under the seats.

So along the way, the beautiful waitress sat very uncomfortable.

Why bother to sit in the main driver’s seat? Although the seats are hard overall, they are very wrapped.

What makes the beautiful waiter most uncomfortable is Hebi's driving skills. There is another traffic light intersection in front of him, and there is a green light of more than five seconds. Hebi was stunned because he didn't step on the accelerator and rushed over, but honestly stepped on the clutch, took off the neutral gear, and was ready to brake.

The beautiful waiter sighed secretly. She didn't know whether she should fulfill her responsibilities as a compatriot. She reminded her why not wait and don't bet on racing with others, otherwise why would she be slaughtered as a fat sheep?

"Turn left at the intersection in front, then go straight for more than a kilometer." The beautiful waiter pointed the road.

Why noddle? Change lanes to the left-turn lane in advance. It is definitely worthy of the title of rigorous veteran driver that the system has just been upgraded.

The beautiful waitress was sweating coldly.

"Hey, Martin, there's a new face!"

Why did you get targeted as soon as you arrived at the organization site of the underground racing?

Two black men with colorful hair dyed their hair, they knew that they were a rookie when they saw it. Other people's vehicles were parked at will, as long as they did not affect the passage. Why do you need to park your car neatly in the parking line? They also repeatedly turned over several times before they fell in.

"Hi, man, your car is good! The female companion is good too!" The two black men walked towards him with a smile, and said hello on their own initiative.

Why bother to lock the car carefully before turning around?

The beautiful waiter was right. The underground street car competition was really lively. Under the gorgeous colorful light, there were all kinds of cars and people. Why not besides seeing many pretty European and American girls, there were also many Asians?

"Sorry, we are here to be the audience. Please don't waste time on us." The beautiful waiter said with a stern face.

"Oh!" The black man who spoke exaggeratedly laughed, then said with a serious look: "There is no right to come here without audiences or people who are brave enough to drive."

"I don't have the right to have such a beautiful female companion!" another black man laughed in addition.

The beautiful waiter turned pale, so why bother curling his lips? When the two niggers did not exist and walked forward seriously, there was no need to ruin the mood for two people as lowly as insects.

The two black men suddenly had a dark face.

"Hi! Handsome guy, do you want to wash the car? Your car is very dirty! A clean car can bring good luck to people. After you win the game, you don't want to take a photo with a dirty car!" Two Asian girls were holding feather dusters in their hands, and their playful single eyelids narrowed into two beautiful crescent moons.

This is the difference between people. Such a beautiful girl looks so pleasing to the eye.

Why bother to withdraw two hundred dollars: "Just wipe it casually, don't wipe away my car paint."

"Hehe! Thank you boss!" The two Asian girls looked at the hundred dollars in their hands and smiled even better.

"Hey! Ruhr, have you seen it? It's definitely a big fat sheep!" The black Martin's dark face was almost shiny, right? He had two hundred dollars to wipe the car, either a big fat sheep or a big fat sheep.

"Hi! What a handsome little brother Dongfang, my name is Jenny. This is my sister Joanna. Can you please treat us to a drink?"

The people who discovered that the big fat sheep were not just black Martin and black Ruhr. Why did they chat with the beautiful waiter who just walked to the open-air bar on the side of the road when two white beauties with explosive figures caught up with them.

The beautiful waiter quickly held Hebi's hand and shook his head to remind him not to be fooled.

"Okay! I'll give you a drink if you have such a vision!" Why laugh boldly,

Jenny and Joanna were overjoyed and immediately ordered two of the most expensive cocktails, which made the beautiful waiter feel very heartbroken.

"Hey, man, my name is Edward, can you meet me!"

"What are the things that two big men are good at knowing? Just say it if you have something to do." Why do you tremble your feet and look arrogant?

"Okay! It's refreshing. Before the official game begins, I want to have a warm-up match with you. You won't refuse!" Edward smiled with the wine glass in his hand.

Why shrugged: "Why refuse?"

"Handsome guy, don't you drink a drink?" asked the bar waiter in time.

"You can't drink when driving, how did you get a driver's license?" Why snorted coldly, the bar waiter was embarrassed.

Edward originally wanted to take out a thousand dollars, but when he heard Hebi's "famous quote", he quickly took out all the 3,600 dollars he had on him.

"Hey! Man, the rules of underground racing, come and have a lottery." Edward raised the cash in his hand.

The beautiful waiter tried his best to wink at all.

Why ignore it?

He pays for money with a generous attitude.

"Damn it, Edward, come first and then come, do you understand the rules?" The black Ruer saw that the 'big fat sheep' was about to be slaughtered by Edward, and couldn't help but jump out and curse loudly.

Edward spread his hands: "If you want to participate in the competition, I don't mind."

Edward was obviously very confident in his driving skills, at least he was very sure of defeating Ruhr and Martin.

"But I want to ask my Eastern friends whether to agree!" Edward pointed at why.

"I don't want to compete with black people." Why do you say with a stern face?

"Why?" Although Ruhr didn't want to participate in the game with Edward, why bother to say it to them.

"I hate two kinds of people the most."

Everyone looked at it curiously.

"One is a racial discrimination." Why do you say seriously: "The other is a black man."

"Puff--!" Edward couldn't help it, and the beer in his mouth squirted Ruhr's face.

When Hebi and Edward drove their respective cars to the starting line, Edward looked familiar with Hebi's car, and even the license plate looked familiar.

It's so strange. Edward is sure why he has to be a new face, but why does his car give him a familiar feeling?

"Boss Tang, oh, damn it, isn't this Boss Tang's car?" Edward's face changed drastically.

Although he had painted the fancy appearance of Boss Tang's car and sprayed it into a bright black, Edward still recognized Boss Tang's car from the shape of the car.

"Hey! buddy, how did you get this car?" Edward changed his previous arrogance and stuck his head out of the car window, looking at Why did you ask with a coy face.

"I said I won the game, do you believe it?"

"No!" Edward looked disbelief, but he felt a little nervous.

Cheers sounded by the driveway, and a group of overenerable men and women shouted excitedly.

Why not bet Edward's bets, but also bought them all and won by themselves, becoming the biggest dealer.

Why do you want to use such a cunning person as a fat sheep? These people who have already bet are destined to be sad tonight.

Brake, clutch, gear shift!
Chapter completed!