Chen Feiyu saw it very well and smiled and said, "It's okay, this car is also given away, so even if you lose, you won't feel sorry."

Chi Lian's eyes showed a sense of perseverance.

Soon, Chen Feiyu and Chi Lian exchanged positions and drove to the starting point of the racing. Whoever can finish three laps first will win.

Chen Feiyu was very interested in racing, and Han Muqing was the first time he saw racing. He was excited. Both of them sat in the car. However, considering the safety issues, Chen Feiyu took the initiative to sit behind and embraced Han Muqing's waist.

Maseratine, Meng Chao put on his helmet and looked at Bentley next to him, with a look of contempt flashing in his eyes.

Soon, the competition officially began with the roaring motor!

Suddenly, Chi Lian stepped on the accelerator and accelerated instantly for 3.9 seconds, and rushed out immediately. Meng Chao followed closely, without any disadvantage.

In terms of the performance of sports cars, the limited edition Bentley is definitely above the Maserati, but Meng Chao's Maserati was modified and the engine was specially replaced, and the speed was only slightly inferior to Bentley. At the beginning, the two cars were equal and headed together.

"Brother Qiu, who would they win?" asked a little fat rich second generation next to him.

Xu Zhiqiu said without hesitation: "It's definitely Meng Chao. In terms of driving skills alone, no one in Mingji City is his opponent. Moreover, there are many corners on this track, which is more suitable for reflecting Meng Chao's skills. It can be said that the result of this competition is no suspense."

"I heard that the other party also bets that if he loses, he will give Bentley to Meng Chao. Tsk, Meng Chao is so lucky that he can even encounter such a sucker."

Xu Zhiqiu shook his head and laughed, saying, "The one who killed him is the sucker."

The little fat man laughed twice.

On the track, I practiced my feet on the accelerator and continued to accelerate, and had already reached 270 miles, trying to get rid of Maserati.

Han Muqing sat behind him and felt the scenery on both sides pass by in an instant, as if it was a phantom. He said excitedly: "Oh my God, it turns out that this is a racing car, so exciting."

Chi Lian's face was solemn and frowned slightly because she found that although she had barely left Meng Chao's position with Bentley's performance, Maserati was still stalking behind and chasing him relentlessly.

Even Chen Feiyu frowned. Not far ahead was the first C-shaped curve. If you can't take this opportunity to get rid of Meng Chao, then this game will be troublesome.

"Want to throw me away on the curve? It's ridiculous." Meng Chao sneered, suddenly speeding up, obviously planning to overtake on the curve.

The first competition between the two of them has officially begun!

Even Han Muqing, who doesn't understand racing, can feel the solemnity of the atmosphere.

Soon, when he arrived at the c-shaped curve, Chi Lian slowed down slightly, suddenly shook his tail suddenly, and a beautiful and elegant turn, the movement was completed in one go, making a harsh grip.

Just as Bentley was about to turn, suddenly, the red Maserati next to him swung a beautiful arc, accelerated almost instantly, and immediately passed and drove forward.

Meng Chao really overtakes with the help of the C-shaped curve!

"Damn it!" Chi Lian's face darkened, and he tried to catch up with him after stepping on the accelerator, but after several corners in a row, Meng Chao's Maserati had completely thrown away Bentley and left.

"Haha, it's really a pity to dare to race with me Meng Chao."

When Meng Chao thought that Bentley, worth more than 10 million, was about to belong to him, he couldn't help laughing excitedly.

On the other side, Chi Lian bit his lower lip tightly, feeling desperate, and even Han Muqing sighed.

Suddenly, Chen Feiyu said seriously: "Stop the car, let me try it, maybe I can beat him."

Chi Lian thought he had heard it wrong, and after Chen Feiyu repeated it again, Chi Lian was shocked and said: "Master, Meng Chao's driving skills are definitely professional, not even inferior to those of an F1 racer. Do you really want to compete with him?"

"If this continues, you will lose without a doubt. Let's take a life." Chen Feiyu smiled indifferently.

Chi Lian bit his lower lip, but had no choice but to stop, and exchanged positions with Chen Feiyu, but he didn't have hope.
Chapter completed!