Chapter 42: Old friend!

"Too shameless!" Lin Xiaozhu's snarls. "How can Bentley hit someone else? The car is better than others, and it is also a matter of heart. Even if you take the first, it is not glamorous!"

Xiao Zheng said with a smile: "Even in an international match, an emergency collision is allowed. What about illegal racing? If you can win, you can do whatever it takes."

Lin Xiaozhu snorted and his face was not happy. First, it is not worthwhile for the BMW owner, and the second is because the girl's magical effect makes her face irrelevant.

Xiao Zheng did not have such a strong win, but she was very appreciative of the technology of Bentley owners. However, the most attractive to Xiao Zheng is still the BMW m3. Of course, he is not because the BMW owner lost, but the owner's driving technology is very similar to a person he once knew. An old friend who is known as the car of the nine-mountain mountain.

Xiao Zheng quickly shook his head and dispelled his unrealistic thoughts. The BMW owner's technology is really good, if not the performance limitations of the car itself, and the silver Bentley modified the nitrogen acceleration system, in the last corner forced to launch the BMW. The winner of this matchup is still unknown. Strictly speaking, the skills of the two are quite comparable.

But even so, the technology of BMW owners is still far less than the old friends of Xiao Zheng. The corners are too rough and not coherent. With this alone, the BMW owner's technology can only be regarded as first-class, not up to the top. You can play in the underground racing car. However, compared with professional drivers, there is still a certain lack of technology.

At the end of each round, the organizers will distribute the prizes on the spot and hold a small and short celebration. In order to mobilize the participants' emotions and fighting spirits. At the end of the game, a car that was defeated and returned to the Jiupan Mountain Pass, such as the funeral dog. Only the silver Bentley returned as the king, enjoying the cheers and screams of people.

The owner of the silver Bentley is a young man of about 30 years old, wearing a casual sportswear with a cap and a light smile on his face. It seems that this thrilling game did not bring him too much excitement and calmly went to the podium.

People have circled the podium and sent a warm cheer to the champion of the group a.

"Hey. Despicable villain!" Lin Xiaozhu, the Bentley owner on the podium, was unhappy.

Of course, in addition to her unhappy because of the victory of the Bentley owners, the organizers have the same emotions, even more.

Because behind the scenes, the boss also lost a million BMW M3 in addition to the loss of 200,000. The culprit of all this is the driver who drives the m3. A young man with legs and feet that seems inconvenient.

Yes.

The BMW M3 owner who ran out of the beautiful tail in the nine-ring chain was a young man with a hidden leg. Does not affect walking, but in the process of walking, but it is somewhat unnatural.

As a loser, especially the loser who is close to victory, the young man has not received any attention, and no one has given him a praise that is defeated. Losing is losing. In this competition where the winner is king, the loser has no right to escape.

When he returned to the scene with the seriously damaged BMW m3, the celebration was in full swing. The young man in pleated jeans didn't even take a look at the scene of the celebration, and silently went to the background of the temporary construction. The eyebrows are deep locked and wrinkled into a Sichuan word.

His head is buried deep, walking high and low, not making eye contact with anyone until he comes to the background.

"East brother. Sorry." The young man looked ugly and looked at the unhappy Dongge.

boom!

His voice just fell, and Kong Wu’s powerful Dong Ge suddenly slammed on the young man’s chest. The young man ate this foot hard, and the thin body couldn’t help but retire.

"I'm sorry?" Dong Ge was angry. "Do you know if you are sorry for how much money we lost?"

boom!

Another whip leg was drawn on the side of the young man, and he was almost put down.

The young man with two feet in his face was pale and covered his hand with a painful waist. He said, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect his car to have a nitrogen system."

"I didn't expect it?" Dong Ge said. "What the **** are you doing? Are you not a car of the nine-mountain mountain? If you add a nitrogen system, you can't win? What is the use of Laozi to stay with you?"

The young man hangs his head silently, without snoring.

"Go to you - mother!" Dong Ge was annoyed, and his face was stacked together and shouted. "If it is not the boss of the leaf, let me reward you for eating, I will marry your dead scorpion early! I really am the nine-mountain mountain car **** of that year? Go to your mother, go to the diaper. Mirror, look at what you are doing! You can't die without waste!"

Because of the heavy losses, Dongge scatters all his grievances on the young people who lost to the silver Bentley. In contrast, this young man with poor legs and legs did not resist from beginning to end, but only silently endured all humiliation. A pair of eyes are plain and innocent, and there is no look.

Everything that happened in the background was in the eyes, including the inconvenient right leg of the young man. His eyes changed from calm to cold at first.

The chilly and chilly breath quickly stunned Lin Xiaozhu standing on the side. Can't help but ask: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Xiao Zheng annihilated the cigarettes that he had forgotten to suck, and said to Lin Xiaozhu. "You are in the car, I am going to meet a friend."

Said to go straight to open the door, go to the background.

Lin Xiaozhu had already noticed the strangeness of Xiao Zheng, and he would let him alone, and he talked with the loyalty.

Dong Ge was tired and tired. The glare despise the young man and whispered: "What do you do like a stupidity? Don't you transfer to the second car? The next round will lose again, and I will abolish you!"

"Who are you going to waste?"

Xiao’s faceless expression broke into the open backstage, and his face was gloomy.

"What is it about you?" Dong Ge is not sure that Xiao is the entrant or the person who is nosy, frowning. "This is the backstage, not what you should come!"

"I came to see a friend." Xiao Zheng glanced coldly at Dongge.

"See what friend?" Dongge said impatiently.

"A friend you shouldn't play." Xiao Zhengsheng said coldly.

"You and this nephew are friends?" Dong Ge asked with a wink.

"Correct one of your mistakes. He is not a blind man. He is Li Feng. It is my good friend." Xiao Zheng finished, and the crowd went to Dongge, in front of his four or five younger brothers.

boom!

Xiao Zheng slammed his foot on Dong's knee and made him stumble. The pungency of the shot is astounding. Lin Xiaozhu, who stood behind him, also caught a small mouth and was at a loss.