Zixuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as she overtook the "Speed" Brother Maserati. The haze that had been buried in her heart for a month was gone. However, when she caught sight of the indifferent Wu Chi, her heart immediately lifted.
She suddenly became alert, and she subconsciously fell into the vicious circle of competing with others for first place.
In this moment of confusion, the red car silhouette has rushed forward from the BMW Z4.
The BMW Z4 only stayed in first place for a few seconds before being overtaken by the "speed" brother's Maserati from the right.
"Listener friends, the battle has become more intense. I don't expect the racing goddess to have just caught up with Brother Speed. In less than ten seconds, Brother Speed counterattacked and overtook the BMW Z4, with the last two corners left. Let's wait and see,
Let's see whether the red Maserati or the white BMW Z4 appears in front of us first... I can't stand it anymore, I suddenly want to urinate, damn, I can't bear it..." the announcer said with extremely hard pressure.
Everyone now knows that this announcer must be a fake and shoddy product, but I don’t know why no one cares about it. Forget it, forget it, for the sake of his passion, I forgive him. Everyone thought so
As she stood, she was worried about Zixuan in her heart. After all, in the hearts of most people, they still hope that the racing goddess Zixuan can continue the myth and her achievements are not as good as the legend.
"On the surface, 'Brother Speed' looks like a pervert, shameless and vulgar, but his driving skills still have a powerful side."
"I think Zixuan was careless."
"Do you think it's possible for Zixuan to catch up with 'Brother Speed' again?"
"maybe!"
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"A sports car is not your tool, but a part of you. You have to experience the feeling of becoming one with it, so that you can be handy and invincible!... When you usually race a car, you always think about how to win the opponent.
How to defeat your opponent. As a result, racing is not fun at all, and it also brings you pressure. In fact, racing is a process, a process of rapid leaps, and this process is the most enjoyable..." Wu Chi
These words reappeared repeatedly in Zixuan's mind, becoming more and more clear. Like the Sanskrit sound of an ancient bell, it kept lingering in her mind.
Wu Chi's skillful movements became more and more clear in Zixuan's eyes. Those smooth and graceful movements were exactly what she dreamed of.
Seeing the Maserati that was one car ahead of her, Zixuan took action decisively. This time, she did not accelerate rashly in a hurry for quick success, nor did she reluctantly find a breakthrough point. The BMW Z4 was like a snow wolf with wet eyes, eager to hide.
Behind you, always be ready to find the best opportunity to bite the enemy's throat.
Wu Chi nodded, but Zixuan could no longer notice it, because at this moment, she, wearing white clothes, and the white BMW Z4 had become one, and she deeply felt the thrill of driving a sports car at top speed. This feeling,
She has forgotten about it for years!
Another bend passed, and only the last one remained.
"Brother Speed" couldn't help but reveal a hint of joy on his face. He felt that victory was only one step away from him.
At the finish line, the audience held their breath and waited for the final result. Even the announcer who was not an announcer stopped shouting passionately.
The atmosphere at the scene was unusually solemn, which was very rare in previous games.
"The sixth turn, you lost to me just because you stayed here." Zixuan's faint voice sounded, without any nervousness at all, but with a hint of inexplicable emotion.
When Wu Chi heard Zixuan's words, the last trace of worry in his heart disappeared.
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Zixuan's victory over Brother "Speed" is definitely a miracle in the history of Xiu Mingshan racing. Obviously everyone only saw a Maserati car coming out of the six turns and rushing towards the line, but unexpectedly the white light and shadow seemed to be on the line.
The messenger sent by God saved the dreams of countless people.
"Look, everyone, look, it's a BMW Z4!"
"It's really the BMW z4, it surpassed Maserati and became the champion tonight!"
"You are worthy of being the goddess in my heart, well done!"
As the biggest dark horse tonight, Wu Chi will definitely become famous in the racing world of Changhai.
"Fat man, I won, bring me my 100 million yuan!" Jean Zixuan drove the car next to the fat man and said with a smile.
"And mine!" Several more people who had secured the BMW Z4 came forward.
Under the instructions of Brother "Speed", Fatty set the bet on BMW at 1:100. He originally wanted to give Wu Chi a blow, but he didn't want him to win. 100 million, just kidding, this is his annual income.
If he goes with someone else, it will cost at least 300 million. If he pays it out, his three and a half years of income will be in vain. How can he agree to this?
"There is no money, only people!" The fat man smiled slyly, and a dozen aggressive bodyguards suddenly appeared around him.
When others saw this formation, those who had planned to watch the excitement ran away in fear. Underground racing is inherently synonymous with violence and bloodshed. Even if you have strength but no power, you have to obey the mercy of others.
Brother "Speed", who had no face to face the audience in the dark corner, looked at everything that happened, with a trace of hatred and coldness in his eyes.
"So it seems that you are deliberately trying to default on your debt?"
"So what!"
"I'm so sorry, what I hate the most is people who are deadbeats." Wu Chi chuckled, as innocently as a fool.
"I'm sorry too. I've settled this bill. If you don't leave, I'll smash your car." The fat man looked like I'm a gangster and who am I afraid of? Wu Chi couldn't help but laugh.
"Then please look back!" Wu Chi said with a smile.
In fact, Wu Chi didn't need to say that Fatty already knew from the noise behind him that something must be happening behind him. When he turned around, he saw dozens of men in black had surrounded him and his bodyguards.
The boy Ye Xiu was snickering in the middle. Needless to say, he was the announcer just now.
"Princeling! Who is Wu Chi?" Looking at the logos on the clothes of the people across from him, the fat man suddenly felt chilled.
"Of course he is the prince."
"Ah? Prince, I'm so sorry. I was forced by that guy from 'Speed'. He said that if I helped him, he would not only remit 10 million to me, but also give me two Taiwanese sisters!" The fat man snorted.
Shit said innocently with tears in his eyes.
"Oh?" Wu Chi looked at "Brother Speed" with interest. "Brother Speed" saw this and was about to run away, but there was a car parked in front of him.
Everyone was shocked when they learned Wu Chi's identity, and they all looked like they suddenly realized that as early as ten years ago, the prince had already earned the title of the God of Cars. It is not surprising that he has such miraculous driving skills.
"Brother Prince, I am blind and blind! Can you forgive me this time?" "Brother Speed" suddenly said with a sad face.
"Nothing? It's just my 100 million yuan..."
"I'll pay, I'll pay right away, I'll pay 200 million!" The fat man immediately took over.
"I see your car..." Wu Chi said to "Brother Speed".
"Giving it to the prince, treat it as a meeting gift."
"I said I felt uncomfortable looking at it!"
"If it doesn't feel good, then smash it."
"You said it, I didn't!"
"Smash it..." "Brother Speed" smiled flatteringly, jumped down, took the wrench from the fat man's bodyguard, and slammed it on the Maserati. Ten minutes later, the Maserati became a scrap car.
"Prince, are you satisfied now?"
"It's okay, I don't feel comfortable even looking at you!"
When "Brother Speed" heard this, a cold light flashed across his face and then disappeared, "Haha, let me go then, I'll go home!"