Chapter 388 : Black Street Drag Race: Struggle to Surpass
I tried my best to open my eyes, and there was indeed a golden and silver shadow in front of me
It's She Moyang and Hei Canji's car
Great, this finally gave me hope
"Sssssssss... Hurry up, hurry up"
I was so excited that I forgot all about it, threw all the lessons I had just learned out of my mind, held on to the windshield, and stood up again.
But She Moyang in front was not a fuel-efficient car either. The car that had just approached whizzed away again, not to be outdone, and opened the distance of a few meters by more than ten meters.
And Darius was not in a hurry. He put on a song with a super fast tempo and turned the steering wheel calmly.
I sat down calmly, holding the safety handle tightly with my right hand, and my eyes were attracted by Darius at this time.
Although Darius looked very contemptuous, if you look carefully, you will find that he is really driving seriously.
Even, vaguely, his thin face seemed to be much paler, and his breathing continued to become hasty.
"Ahem..." Darius's tightly biting lips relaxed and he coughed twice, but it did not affect his concentration.
Two fast sports cars were running away from each other on this night track, not wanting to give way.
One after another, over and over again, no one has surpassed anyone.
Between the red and blue car lights, the spacious road is getting flatter and flatter, which means that the end point (that is, the starting point) is getting closer and closer.
At present, we are still half a car body ahead. Darius is racing against time to rush to the key point as quickly as possible, but She Moyang next to him does not give in, trying his best to stop Darius over and over again, just to prevent Darius from breaking through this urgent barrier.
There was a corner ahead, and I wondered if it was because of the tie I was wearing that restricted Darius's movements. Maybe without my childish behavior, Darius's movements could be more open.
That might be true, so I raised my hand to untie the tie around my wrist.
"Don't untie it." Unexpectedly, my actions brought about the opposite result.
Darius actually slowed down the car by more than half at this most critical moment and looked at me pleadingly. Because of the poor lighting, I couldn't see his expression clearly. I could only hear the sincerity in his tone.
And at this moment, a strong wind blew beside me, and the gold and silver sports car roared past just like it did when it first started running.