After such a big thing happened, Luo Yu wanted to have some peace and quiet.
A man ran to the top of the Zhonghai City TV Tower. There were empty beer cans next to Luo Yu. His feet stretched out from the guardrail and dangled in the air, letting the strong wind mess up his hair.
The buildings, mountains and horizon are connected together.
"Huh." When he threw the last empty can from the top of the tower, it was already dark outside. Luo Yu stood up and patted his butt, with a cold light that had never appeared in his eyes.
The winding mountain road on the outskirts of Zhonghai City is now crowded with drag racing enthusiasts. A new generation of car gods suddenly appeared a few days ago and killed Cao Mu, Zhonghai's original racing number one. This news is like a bombshell in Zhonghai, and even in China.
The nation's underground racing scene exploded.
I heard that the new car god was coming to challenge again today, so many amateur drivers from other provinces came to watch, and more underground racing enthusiasts from Zhonghai City came early to reserve seats as if it was a festival.
There is a special management organization for underground racing. Although it is not legal, the management is tight and orderly.
The road up and down the mountain has long been sealed, and at regular intervals there are staff standing at the foot of the mountain with cold light to guide the way. Because it is night, dangerous places on the winding mountain road are covered with fluorescent seals, and large timers are also early.
It was installed at the finish line. In order to prevent two cars from hitting the line at the same time, this time there was even a camera specially designed to take pictures at the finish line.
"Why do you need these things?" The new generation car god wore a hairband and chewed gum. "I am at least 1,000 meters ahead of him, and you still bring these things. What a waste."
Pan Mo looked at Luo Xiaoyun and the others while leaning on his racing car: "I always thought that Zhonghai could be a bit of a master, but I didn't know that he actually died last night. I'm really disappointed. I hope you can find someone with some ability today."
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Luo Xiaoyun gritted his teeth and refused to look at him. He looked at the time and it was almost time, but Luo Yu hadn't come yet. There were only 20 minutes left before the agreed 9 o'clock.
Many people came to cheer for Pan Mo today, and they all gathered around him and flattered him, making Pan Mo laugh non-stop.
"I can guarantee that no one can outrun me in Zhonghai. Wasn't the one last night said to be the fastest? I was over 700 meters behind him." Pan Mo stepped on the accelerator as if to demonstrate, and a violent roar shook his feet.
The concrete floor was trembling slightly, and the thick exhaust pipe with a diameter of more than 6 centimeters spit out green smoke, showing its domineering power.
"There are 8 minutes left." Luo Xiaoyun looked at her watch.
"Where are your people?" A kid with colorful hair walked up and looked at Luo Xiaoyun nonchalantly, "You don't dare to come. Are you going back to drink milk? Haha..." Before he finished talking, he saw Luo Xiaoyun's shoes.
The soles of your feet appear in front of you.
There was a muffled "bang" sound. Although Luo Xiaoyun did not have as much explosive power as Luo Yu, the thick military boots and the strength brought by his years of training were still quite terrifying. The idiot snorted and flew away far away, his teeth
Chewing hard on the tip of his tongue, blood foam spilled out like raindrops. Half of the Erlunzi's face was dented by Luo Xiaoyun's step. His eyeballs were protruding, and traces of blood seeped out from his eyelids. He looked terrifying.
And disgusting.
"Sorry, my foot slipped." Luo Xiaoyun's apology felt very insincere.
Pan Mo glanced at the boy and saw several people carrying the boy aside. Since he was not his younger brother, he was not happy to meddle in his own business: "Hey, there are still three minutes left, don't say anything.
There is no one left in Zhonghai among you."
Luo Xiaoyun snorted, and suddenly saw a bright light coming from the bottom of the mountain, "Here it comes." Luo Xiaoyun felt happy in his heart, "I'm waiting to die."
When Luo Yu came in front of everyone, everyone fell silent. After five seconds of silence, there was five minutes of laughter. Nearly a hundred people in the audience burst into laughter together, except for Luo Xiaoyun, who knew Luo Yu.
"Hahahahahaha, are you kidding me?" Pan Mo laughed so much that he couldn't stand upright on his car, "You're going to drive this car?"
Luo Xiaoyun's face looked ugly, because Luo Yu's appearance was completely different from what he had imagined before.
I only remember seeing a light motorcycle when I was a child. The paint on it has long since fallen off, and the body is still covered with wide tape. There are only two bare frames left for the reflector, and the lights on the left and right sides are simply missing.
Only the headlight in the middle emits relatively bright light.
Luo Yu himself looked like an amateur. He didn't have a helmet, not to mention hand guards, wrist guards, and knee pads. He smelled of alcohol and didn't look like he was awake at all.
"This broken car actually cost me 100 yuan. When did China Overseas's prices become so high? Or have your protection fees been too high, causing prices to rise?" Luo Yu jumped out of the car, let go of his hands, and said,
The old Qingqi motorcycle fell to the ground, and the headlight in front of it flashed twice and turned off completely.
"Oh, the value has depreciated again." Luo Yu expressed regret, "I was planning to return it later, but now it's over." Regardless of Luo Xiaoyun's pale face, he walked up and took a few pictures on the front of the car.
Next, there was a squeaking sound in his mouth.
Seeing that the car lights could not be repaired, Luo Yu shook his head and walked to Pan Mo: "Are you the car god?" He looked Pan Mo up and down and shouted to Luo Xiaoyun: "Not as handsome as you said.
The whole thing is a piece of shit.”
"..." The whole place fell silent again, and almost everyone was thinking: "Is this person going crazy after drinking too much?"
Pan Mo stopped laughing, stretched out his hand and patted Luo Yu's face gently: "Are you the one they're looking for? Let's see if I don't torture you to death."
Slapping someone on the cheek, if it's gentle, is called a caress, if it's severe, it's a blow, and if someone like Pan Mo slaps someone on the cheek in front of everyone, it's called an insult.
Luo Xiaoyun thought Luo Yu would throw Pan Mo down the mountain, but Luo Yu just smiled and walked back: "How many more minutes are there?"
"1 point." The staff member next to Luo Xiaoyun looked at his watch.
"Huh, let's start." Luo Yu helped up the tattered Qingqi motorcycle and pushed it down on the starting line. "I also made a pot of soup at home. I want to drink it when I get back."
"You know how to cook soup?" Luo Xiaoyun was surprised.
"Can't you just learn it?" Luo Yu glared at him. Seeing Pan Mo pushing the car to the starting line slowly, Luo Yu bared his teeth and said, "Give me a break, I'm a novice."
"Okay." Pan Mo put on his helmet, "I'll let you go 300 meters."
"Thank you." Luo Yu looked at Luo Xiaoyun, "Look, he is so nice, I decided to let him finish half of the race before giving up."
Luo Yu's words caused another burst of laughter from the people around him.
Although Luo Xiaoyun knew a little bit about Luo Yu, she didn't understand his thoughts at all this time.
"10" The timekeeper walked to the middle of the two cars holding a cold light.
"5."
"Remember, 300 meters." Luo Yu seemed worried and reminded Pan Mo again.