In the hot autumn weather, it was rare that the tigers didn't show up today, adding a little bit of coolness to the air.
Phoenix Garden Villa Area, in front of Wanmei Villa, is particularly lively.
In the courtyard of the villa, Xiao Feng was holding a cigarette and chatting with the people who came, handing out cigarettes from time to time. He was dressed very formally today, with a white shirt and a black suit, exuding the aura of a successful person.
"Brother Feng," following this voice, Zhang Yu, a man with flamboyant silver hair, led the big brothers from Tianmen in.
"Haha, you're here so early," Xiao Feng put two fingers on his forehead, flicked them outward, and gave an American military salute.
Huo Tian smiled and nodded: "Let's see if we can come over and help."
Zhang Yu came closer to Xiao Feng, looked up and down, and the two of them said in unison: "Beasts in clothes,"
"Your sister," Xiao Feng straightened the collar of his shirt: "You are not counted as guests today, so you are all helping to greet me. I will go over there to see how the demon sword is prepared."
"Okay, go ahead and get busy," Huo Tian said with a smile.
"Let's go, I'll go with you," Zhang Yu put his arm around Xiao Feng's shoulders: "Brother Feng, I'll show you the gifts I gave to Demon Sword and Flame Girl,"
Xiao Feng was a little curious: "What gift?"
"Hey, let's go," Zhang Yu smiled mysteriously and led Xiao Feng towards the door.
When I walked out the door, I saw a row of luxury cars parked at the door. The most exaggerated ones were the 12 fiery red road racing cars in the front.
"Brother Feng, how are you?" Zhang Yu was somewhat proud and pointed at the luxury fleet of no less than 30 vehicles in front of the door.
Xiao Feng nodded and gave a thumbs up: "Not bad, haha, where did it happen?"
"These are all people who usually race together. Today I called over to join in the fun. Here, Brother Feng, try the public race." Zhang Yu threw a key to Xiao Feng and walked towards the fiery red racing car.
The corner of Xiao Feng's mouth curled up, he hadn't played in a public race for a long time, so let's play it today, "Haha, don't you like racing? Let's play some,"
"Oh, I'm afraid of you. Come on, let's play," Zhang Yu said with a wary smile.
Xiao Feng pointed at Zhang Yu with his index finger, and finally turned his hand so that it turned to thumb down: "I'm going to torture you so hard today that you can't find your mother." As he spoke, he sat on the front of the public race and kicked Kicked the car.
"Um, Brother Feng, the motorcycle has an electric ignition, so you don't need to kick it with your feet," Zhang Yu twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but remind him.
Xiao Feng raised his middle finger: "Don't you think it's cool to kick with your feet? Almost all speedsters in the United States use their feet to kick." After saying this, he turned the accelerator with his right hand, and the race car made a buzzing sound. It shook so hard that the ground trembled a little.
Zhang Yu was confused: "Handsome, is it true or not? Let me give it a try." After saying that, he kicked the fire and clicked his mouth, "I seem to have a little feeling."
"Haha, it's boring just the two of us. Let's all participate in the other ten cars," Xiao Feng said while communicating with the motorcycles attentively.
Zhang Yu had no objection and gestured to the back: "Brothers, this is my eldest brother, Xiao Feng. Let's play with him today."
"What about us?" Young people driving various sports cars also shouted with some emotion.
Zhang Yu glanced at Xiao Feng, saw him nodding slightly, and laughed: "Today we will have a mixed race, a sports car race, and a public race. Let's try it out."
"Haha, it seems very unfair," some people said.
"Girl, are there any fair things in the world? No, don't talk nonsense, prepare everything. As for the route, make three loops around Phoenix Garden," Zhang Yu shouted, half lying on the car.
Everyone else had no objections, and all got on their motorcycles or got into sports cars, started the car, and the sound of the engine instantly shook the sky.
Someone with good intentions took off his clothes and used it as a small flag. He stood at the front and waved it down: "Start."
As the clothes shook, twelve motorcycles rushed out first, followed closely by dozens of luxury sports cars.
Zhang Yu often plays with cars, and was even dubbed the "Car God" in the Jiuquan Underground Arena. His driving skills are naturally extraordinary. His eyes are tightly locked on his clothes. The moment the clothes fall, he is one parking space ahead and has an advantage. He rushed out.
Xiao Feng lay all over the public race, staring at Zhang Yu in front, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. This guy's driving skills are indeed good, but they are still a bit worse than me.
After running nearly 500 meters, Xiao Feng completed the in-depth communication and running-in with the public race, began to accelerate vigorously, and rushed towards the front.
In just two seconds, Xiao Feng rushed from fourth to second place, and the distance between him and Zhang Yu was getting closer and closer.
At this moment, the gap between sports cars and motorcycles was revealed. Several fiery red sports cars found a gap from behind to catch up. They lined up with Xiao Feng and chased Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu, who was far ahead, glanced at the reflectors and felt the pressure. The car god could not afford to lose. Whether it was a motorcycle or a racing car, he had to be first.
Xiao Feng also noticed the racing car that was catching up. He suddenly raised the gear under his feet, increased the speed of the car again, turned the accelerator to the bottom, and made a loud noise in the public race, pulling away from several sports cars.
"Girl, if I had known earlier, I would have put on sunglasses," Xiao Feng squinted his eyes and did not dare to open them. If he opened them at this time, strong wind would enter his eyes. At such a fast speed, it would blow out tears and block his sight. That would definitely be the result of a car crash and death.
When several sports cars saw Xiao Feng pulling away from them again, they stepped on the accelerator and quickly chased Xiao Feng.
An extremely fierce mixed car race started around Phoenix Garden.
Xiao Feng cursed in his heart, grandma, if she had known, she would not have agreed to the racing, but now it's a good thing, the clothes are all wrinkled together by the wind, and they will probably be scrapped.
Xiao Feng glanced at his watch and decided to speed up. He turned the accelerator again and the speed increased again. The distance to Zhang Yu shortened visibly to the naked eye, twenty meters, ten meters, five meters, two meters...
Even if Zhang Yu doesn't want to admit it anymore, now he has to face up to the two public cars that are "running neck and neck".
Xiao Feng turned to look at Zhang Yu, grabbed the handlebar with one hand, made a "lose" gesture, and then increased his speed, instantly surpassing Zhang Yu and rushing to the front.
"Damn, you really hit me," Zhang Yu cursed secretly, helplessly looking at Xiao Feng who was getting further and further away.
After running three laps, Zhang Yu stopped the car, looked at Xiao Feng who was smoking in front of the villa, and raised his middle finger: "Your sister, you let me die,"
Xiao Feng shrugged, with the words "I'm bored" written all over his face: "Oh, why are you running so slowly? I almost finished smoking a cigarette before you came here. Don't call me the 'Car God' in the future." , let’s call him the ‘God of Carts’,”
"..." Zhang Yu stopped talking. Only the raised middle finger could express what he meant.
Xiao Feng tidied up his clothes and shook his head: "Let's go, I'm wasting time again. I want to compete. I'll have fun with you another day."
Zhang Yu nodded, and the two of them rode Gong Sai towards Yaodao Villa. The big red words "happy" on the door of the villa were particularly festive.
"Feng Long hasn't come yet, let's go in and take a look," Xiao Feng parked his motorcycle and walked towards the villa.
"What kind of convoy does Feng have?" Zhang Yu asked as he walked.
"That old boy Feng Lao Er has several good cars, including a Rolls-Royce Silver Phantom, a stretched Bentley, and a limited edition Maybach. I think he can all drive it today," Xiao Feng smiled and walked into the living room.
Xiao Feng entered the living room and saw Yaodao in a white suit and white leather shoes. He couldn't help but laugh. He looked like a prince charming. At the same time, he murmured in his heart, should Yaodao get a white horse to ride on? That's definitely cool.
"Brother Feng," Yaodao noticed Xiao Feng and walked over to say hello.
Several people from the Sha Feng Ten Group also stood up from the sofa: "Brother Feng,"
"Haha, they are all here, where is Wuming," Xiao Feng nodded to them and looked around, but did not find Wuming.
"Nameless is probably with Flame Girl," Crab shook his body, his strong and exaggerated arms jumping from time to time.
"Ahem, buddies, come on, let's all smoke," Zhang Yu said with a smile on his face, took out Soft China, and handed cigarettes to each one. It was a joke. They will go abroad for training tomorrow. This will build a good relationship. When they get to the island, they will have to Take care of yourself.
Zhang Yu's Xiao Jiujiu, of course, couldn't hide it from Xiao Feng, so he raised his foot and kicked Zhang Yu's butt: "You kid, you are so good at building relationships,"
"Hey, just know it in your heart, why bother to say it out loud, Brother Feng, you are so unlovable," Zhang Yu sneered, and hurriedly handed Xiao Feng another cigarette.
Xiao Feng took the cigarette and stopped caring about Zhang Yu. A person who is evil can be bribed with just a few cigarettes. How is this possible? Zhang Yu was very happy to give away cigarettes. When they arrived on the island, they It will definitely make him cry rhythmically.
"Brother, how did you train your arms? They are so strong. Can I squeeze them?" Zhang Yu handed Crab Smoke and stared at his arms, his eyes a little straight.
"Okay," Crab smiled naively and nodded generously.
Zhang Yu stretched out his hands and measured the crab's arm. His mouth opened wider and wider. Is this still a human arm? No wonder it's called a crab. It's so deformed.
"Yao Dao, have you called Feng Long? When will they come?" Xiao Feng looked at the time and asked while holding a cigarette in his mouth.
"Well, I just called Feng Long and they are already on the way," Yaodao said with a smile.
"Hey, speed up a little, don't be so impatient, they must be impatient with the wait," Feng Long blew smoke rings and kept urging the driver.
"Master Long, there's a traffic jam ahead. Look at them, they are all staring at our convoy and not driving at all," the driver said with a grimace and pointed out the window.
On the street, pedestrians stopped to watch the luxury convoy, which included more than fifty black sedans, all Mercedes-Benz S600s. The most exaggerated ones were the three cars in front of the Mercedes-Benz.
Those who love cars will naturally recognize it. The first car is the legendary Rolls-Royce Silver Phantom; the second car is an extended version of the luxury Bentley; and the third car is a limited edition Maybach, which is hard to find even in ordinary times. See, there's a lot of crowding today.
"Holy crap, what the hell are you doing?"
"Girl, it looks like Feng's car. Look at the license plate, 8888. How cool."
Just as pedestrians were talking about the luxury fleet, the sound of huge propeller rotation buzzed. A hundred meters above the Rolls-Royce, two helicopters were flying slowly with ribbons hanging on them.
