"Of course!" The black-haired man raised his lips and smiled, "I have always believed that the F1 race is not suitable for you, so... I made a choice that is more suitable for you."
He raised his chin lightly, and a subordinate immediately handed a remote control to his hand.
The black-haired man pressed a button, and the TV not far away immediately lit up.
Leng Ran turned around in confusion.
On the TV screen, racing scenes were being played.
Of course, it's not F1, nor cross-country... but private black market racing.
Two cars collided on the screen, rolling and bursting into flames. Leng Ran's face became more and more wrinkled.
Looking at the speeding cars on the screen, she finally understood that the reason why they brought her here was to let her help them race cars.
"I... am not good at this kind of racing. You have found the wrong person."
"Each of us thinks we know ourselves very well, but we are all wrong. It is always others who know us best." The black-haired man shrugged, "I have watched your competitions, from the initial youth competition to the real competition.
In the F1 arena, you are a person who likes excitement. I am right, right, Miss Leng?"
Leng Ran shook his head, "I have never driven such a car."
"There are always a lot of attempts in life, right?" The black-haired man raised his lips slightly, "And... I believe that you will be very motivated when you see the other guest I invited."
As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps could be heard on the steps outside the door.
Leng Ran turned around and saw a few guys carrying a person over.
As soon as he entered the door, he threw the person over and threw him on the carpet.
That person is none other than Mo Fei.
"Could it be!"
Seeing Mo Fei unconscious on the ground, Leng Ran instinctively wanted to get up.
As soon as he straightened his waist, he was pushed back to his original position by two men in black.
"I'm deeply sorry after learning about Miss Leng's leg accident, but... you're lucky that your leg is back on its feet again."
The black-haired man stood up from the sofa, walked to Mo Fei's side, and gently raised his hand to straighten his face.
"Don't touch him!" Leng Ran roared angrily.
"A very handsome young man, isn't he?!" The black-haired man smiled and patted Mo Fei on the face, "It would be a pity if he died so young."
Leng Ran gritted his teeth and said, "Since you know who I am, and you also know his identity, if you dare to hurt him, his father will not let you go."
"Mr. Duke?" the black-haired man sighed, "I don't want to either, so... I hope you won't force me to hurt him. After all, I don't want to provoke such a complicated enemy."
Leng Ran took a deep breath, "How much do you want?"
"One billion!" the black-haired man laughed.
"Okay!" Leng Ran nodded, "Bring me the phone and I'll call my dad. Within 24 hours, one billion will be credited to your account."
"Mr. Leng Zimo?" The black-haired man shook his head, "No... I don't want his money. I just want you to help me win a game. As long as you win the game, both you and the little Duke will be safe.
leave."
"What if I refuse?!" Leng Ran asked.
The black-haired man laughed, "No... I don't want to hear your refusal, because in that case, I will be very embarrassed. To provoke enemies like the Leng family and the Duke is really not the result I want."
The man in black's tone seemed gentle, but there was already a threat hidden in it.
If Leng Ran refuses, there will be terrible consequences waiting for her and Mo Fei.
