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Chapter 1017 : The Taste of Conspiracy 1

"What's so strange about overtaking him? There's no challenge at all!" Zhuo Yifan said disapprovingly. In fact, with his control and reaction speed to everything, there is almost no driver in the world who can beat him!

Because Zhuo Yifan's own speed and senses are beyond the reach of ordinary people, unless people like Tang Tianfeng become drivers, there is almost no possibility of Zhuo Yifan losing!

"Tch! I just wanted to praise you a few words and then I started to be self-righteous! You were just lucky just now! Who knew that a big truck would suddenly appear blocking Murong Jian's road?" Masaki Yamada curled her lips, looking a little disgusted with Zhuoyi.

Fan looks arrogant.

Xia Yun smiled and said nothing!

Murong Jian was so angry that he couldn't do anything about it. He accelerated to catch up, but the problem was that Zhuo Yifan was already more than ten meters ahead of him. What's even more annoying was that even if he accelerated, Zhuo Yifan couldn't move as fast.

Slow down. It’s not impossible to catch up with Zhuo Yifan, but the schedule is almost over!

There were still a few kilometers to go, and Zhuo Yifan would reach the finish line first. In such a short period of time, it was basically impossible for Murong Jian to complete overtaking! He did not expect that Zhuo Yifan, who had been left behind, would

Yifan actually ran in front of him like this! He now wished he could shoot the big truck blocking him down the mountain![

When Masaki Yamada saw the crowd not far ahead, her face couldn't help but get excited. Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yifan actually won! And he looked extremely relaxed. What's even more incredible is that he

There is a woman in his arms!

Is Murong Jian, the Asian racing king, a real person? Masaki Yamada also races cars. Of course he knows that Murong Jian's skills are absolutely top-notch. But he didn't expect that this kid with top-notch skills would lose miserably to Zhuo Yifan like this.

The red Maserati ran to the key point first, followed by the silver-white Ferrari. The atmosphere at the scene suddenly solidified!

Everyone here knows that Zhuo Yifan actually beat Murong Jian while driving with a woman in his arms! How much skill does it take to do this? Murong Jian's reputation is well-known in the underground car racing community

,Did you perform abnormally today?

Zhuo Yifan pulled Xia Yun out of the car with a smile on his face. Yamada Masaki had already jumped out of the car. The three people gathered together and couldn't help but look in the direction of Murong Jian.

Murong Jian's face was extremely gloomy as he stepped off the Ferrari. No one doubted that he could be blown up by just throwing a spark! But the key question was, would he dare to blow up? He would blow up Zhuoyi if he did.

Fan doesn't pose much of a threat!

"Murong Jian, you still lost!" Masaki Yamada walked up to Murong Jian with a smile and said without forgetting to add fuel to the fire. She was not familiar with Murong Jian, but thinking of Murong Jian's excited look just now, she actually

The idea of ​​a toad eating swan meat is too much for this young lady to bear!

Zhuo Yifan touched his nose and couldn't help but chuckle. Xia Yun looked at Zhuo Yifan with a narrow face and asked with a chuckle: "Yamada Masaki didn't forget to add fuel to Murong Jian's fire! I'm afraid

This fire is going to burn even brighter!"

"It's better if it burns more vigorously! It won't burn me anyway!" Zhuo Yifan shrugged nonchalantly.

"Ms. Yamada, I'm glad to see you today. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first!" Murong Jian felt that he was so embarrassed and didn't want to stay here for a long time. But he hated Zhuo Yifan in his heart.

, when he was about to leave, he did not forget to say to Masaki Yamada: "This Zhuo Yifan is not a good person. It is better for Miss Yamada to keep a distance from him!"


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