Chen Yang looked at Tang Jiao sitting on the roof of the car, dumbfounded.
Tang Jiao sat down on the roof of a car that was spray-painted with various patterns, colors and slogans, like a Western graffiti wall.
She crossed her legs and sat sideways, waving her arms constantly at the people below who were shouting.
"Chi chi chi~~"
Bottles of champagne were opened and bottles of beer were sprayed, splashing on Tang Jiao's body like rain.
It's just that Chen Yang looked at Tang Jiao in such a short period of time, as if she had taken a bath with wine, and her whole body was wet and soaked.
Tang Jiao was not the only one to do this. Next to the car where Tang Jiao and she were sitting, there was another even more exaggerated car, and an even more exaggerated woman.
The woman looked to be about the same age as Tang Jiao. She was standing on the roof of the car. Her clothes were thin and soaked. Not only was she naked, but she was also holding her underwear in her hand and waving it around.
Most of the spilled wine fell on her.
After all, the people in the underground bar wanted to see her even more wet.
"Is this crazy?"
Chen Yang shook his head and withdrew his gaze. Then he glanced at the side and knew why people were going crazy.
A row of girls wearing leather jackets and pants with rabbit ears, each guarding a box, were constantly throwing money into it, registering, and receiving vouchers.
The person holding the voucher will find one of the two cars and yell at the side, the content is close to:
"Thirteenth Lang, run well and beat that bastard. I'll invite you to the club to have a good time."
"Lightning, your car exploded, ten times faster than that shit, hit him, kill him..."
...
Underground racing...
Chen Yang was speechless. There were too many things underground today.
First there was underground music in the underground bars, then underground racing was gaining momentum.
The key is that the beautiful woman sitting on the roof of the car is actually my wife's sister.
"Hang Chi~Hang Chi~"
The two cars were starting and roaring, and the cars were shaking like tigers that had found prey and were about to pounce.
The atmosphere in the underground bar was so violent that it almost overturned the air-raid shelter.
Chen Yang frowned and walked over.
The underground racing was about to begin, and he couldn't just watch Tang Jiao get on it.
He had seen underground racing more than ten years ago, but as a top-notch young man in Beijing at the time, he looked down on this low-level gameplay of ordinary rich second generations.
Back then, when we went to the Second Ring Road in Beijing, at night, many second-generation rich people drove modified cars, with beautiful women sitting in the passenger seats, and roared through the entire Second Ring Road in 13 minutes at an average speed of 140 or 150 kilometers per hour.
The crazy secretion of adrenaline, the game between life and death, victory and defeat, the stimulation of alcohol and beautiful women...
I don’t know how many people have been driven crazy.
At the same time, it also caused many tragedies.
Innocent passers-by, vehicles returning home late at night, and even the participants themselves, how many people have lost their lives for this little thrill.
Chen Yang did not expect that more than ten years later, this kind of underground racing still existed in Xiajiang City.
When he walked over, Tang Jiao and another ultra-transparent girl had just gotten off the roof of the car and were still pulling each other.
The owners of the two cars, who were also the drivers who were about to start underground racing, fist bumped at the front of the cars.
Chen Yang squeezed into the crowd and listened to the situation of the two riders.
The first is the driver on Tang Jiao's side. He has pigtails and a mouth full of gold teeth. He is known as Lightning.
Next was the driver on the opposite side, a second-generation rich man, known as Shimoji Sanlang. He was famous for his good equipment and his willingness to fight hard.
It is said that in the past few years, Thirteenth Lang's racing has caused several opponents to crash and die.
Chen Yang finally squeezed to the front, and happened to see Lightning and Thirteenth Lang, each carrying a travel bag, which they opened and threw on the front of the car.
This is gambling money.
Chen Yang took a look and estimated that each person was worth several hundred thousand.
This is quite a lot.
With hundreds of thousands of gambling dollars per game, plus a modified vehicle worth over a million dollars, if there is no one to support it, ordinary people who are not rich second-generation people like Thirteen Lang will really not be able to afford it.
That Lightning should be an ordinary person with financial support. His gold teeth can prove the price he paid to reach this gambling table.
It is necessary to risk your life.
"I want~vomit~I want to go home."
Tang Jiao waved her hands, broke away from the pull of the ultra-transparent girl, and shouted drunkenly.
"The game is about to start. Don't you want to sit on Lightning's car, win the game, then stand on the roof of the car and sing, making everyone jealous of you?"
"Xiaojiao, haven't you wanted to go racing for a long time? I finally got Lightning to agree to let you get in the car."
The ultra-transparent girl kept urging her, but Tang Jiao obviously hesitated.
The alcohol was flooding her head, and she was a little confused. She was about to be stuffed into the passenger seat by the ultra-translucent girl.
At this time, Chen Yang came over, pushed the super transparent girl away, and took Tang Jiao's arm.