Su Changfeng smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's not a major competition, so what's the danger?"
Xia Wei pouted, "Look what you said, even in a small competition, there will be accidents. If you get injured, I will definitely be sad."
Su Changfeng smiled bitterly: "Go and help me draw a number."
"Okay, I promise to draw you a very smooth car." Xia Wei walked to the service desk with confidence, and then drew a number six.
The staff at the service desk smiled and handed a car key to Xia Wei: "Hello, Miss, you are drawing the No. 6 car, please keep the key."
She handed the key to Su Changfeng, then pointed to the black Lamborghini with the number six on it and said, "Brother Feng, that's that car."
Su Changfeng nodded, walked up to the car, opened the door, and got in.
At the same time, the racing driver that Tang Mingjie had invited to race also got into the McLaren next to him.
This guy opened the car window and glanced provocatively at Su Changfeng, with a sneer on his lips: "Drive more carefully later, kid, be careful of falling into the ravine."
As he said that, he stretched out his thumb and pointed it backwards at Su Changfeng, obviously provoking Su Changfeng.
Su Changfeng looked at him calmly: "You are the one who needs to drive more steadily, not me."
The racing driver sneered twice: "Are you kidding me? Do you know who I am?"
"Who are you? Stop pretending to compete like this. I, Brother Feng, will kill whoever you see!" Xia Wei waved her little fist angrily and said angrily.
The other party laughed twice disdainfully.
"I'm afraid he doesn't have the ability."
"Do you know who is the king of the Jincheng underground racing circuit?" At this time, Tang Mingjie came over and looked at Su Changfeng and Xia Wei with a playful expression.
Xia Wei's eyes darkened.
"Is he Yang San?"
Tang Mingjie clapped his hands, with a proud smile on his face: "Miss Xia is well-informed, yes, he is Yang San!"
Xia Wei's face darkened.
She knew that there was indeed such a number one figure in the Jincheng Underground Circuit.
This guy named Yang San was said to have won fifty races in a row in the underground racing circle and was unrivaled, so he was named the king of underground racing.
Moreover, it is said that this guy likes to deliberately stop his car when racing. At least five drivers died in his hands...
Xia Wei leaned close to Su Changfeng's ear and hurriedly reminded: "Brother Feng, this person is not simple. Not only is he very skilled in driving, but he is also ruthless. You must be careful later."
"or......"
Xia Wei was really worried. She gritted her teeth and said, "How about we admit defeat in this game?"
"Anyway, even if you admit defeat, there will still be a competition next."
"Hey, Miss Xia is planning to admit defeat?" Xia Wei's words were heard by Wang Fujin who came over.
He sneered twice, "It seems that Miss Xia is somewhat self-aware and knows that the trash she found is no match for our car king."
"In that case, then get out of the car and just stay in the car pretending to be your mother."
brush!
Su Changfeng's face suddenly turned cold.
He got out of the car, walked up to Xia Wei, raised his head and looked at Wang Fujin: "If you dare to speak uncleanly again, believe it or not, I will slap you?"
Wang Fujin was stunned for a moment.
Then, his face became extremely gloomy.
Although he had just witnessed Su Changfeng defeat Dacheng, he still did not pay enough attention to Su Changfeng in his heart.
He looked at Su Changfeng with a cold face: "Are you threatening me?"
"You think you have a good relationship with Xia Wei, so you can ignore me?"
"Let me tell you, even if my Wang family is not the top wealthy family in Jincheng, squeezing you to death is just like playing!"
Su Changfeng looked at him calmly: "Threaten you?"
"I have no interest in threatening you. I just want to - beat you."
