"You and I……"

The corners of Kong Feixiang's mouth kept moving, and then he roared: "I am the car **** of Taicheng, I am the most powerful, I will be afraid of you as a waste wood?"

"Gamble, gamble."

He knows that the risks are great, but the reputation of the car **** makes him unable to refrain from fighting, otherwise he will become his shadow in the future, and he will be laughed at.

"I go to the right, you go to the left, and then use the intercom to start together."

Kong Feixiang drove a Lamborghini, and then asked him to install cameras and dash cams on the two cars to check whether the other party violated the rules.

Then, he said to a dozen beautiful girls: "Who gets in my car?"

A dozen beautiful female companions lower their heads subconsciously, avoiding Kong Feixiang's gaze. Everyone knows that this game will die if you are not careful.

After all, people will be angry. In order to get a sigh of relief, it is possible that no one will accept it. If you close your eyes and just hit it, you will die.

"Trash, so much money is thrown on you every day. When you sit up, you will be greedy for life and fear of death."

Kong Feixiang's expression became more and more furious when he saw that he was getting on the car without a female companion. He felt that he was being jokes by Ye Tianlong. He pointed his finger at a girl with long hair:

"You, get in my car, I won the race and give you 100 million."

He coerced and lured the opponent: "If you don't come up, then you will hit me in the face. I will definitely kill you."

The long-haired girl bit her lip and walked out, slowly getting into the passenger seat, not wanting to kill her life, but there was no way out.

"Take it, see you later."

After the long-haired girl sat down, Kong Feixiang asked people to bring two walkie-talkies, adjust the frequency, turn them on, and then threw one to Ye Tianlong:

"Crap, wait to lose."

After speaking, he stepped on the accelerator and went to the left end, dozens of companions cheered.

Ye Tianlong took the walkie-talkie, and then got into the BMW car. Ye Qiuqi hesitated for a while, and finally sat on it.

Although she felt that Ye Tianlong's methods were inadequate, she knew that he was not a stunner, and she was not sure that he would not play the road to hell.

"Woo-"

After Ye Qiuqi sat down, Ye Tianlong also turned the car and came to the right end.

"Tenlong, winning or losing is not important, safety is the most important."

When Ye Tianlong scanned the computer, water temperature gauge, and oil temperature gauge, Ye Qiuqi whispered: "Five hundred million, I can get it."

"Sister, don't worry, victory must belong to us."

Ye Tianlong smiled, then turned on the intercom and shouted: "Kong Shao, are you ready?"

"Crying for your sister is not taking you to death."

Kong Feixiang's irritable voice came from the intercom, or the long-haired girl's sobbing, obviously the latter was beginning to worry.

"Ready."

Then, Kong Feixiang's shout came from the walkie-talkie: "Count down to three, start together."

"Okay, one, two, three!"

When the two shouted together at three o'clock, Ye Tianlong shouted to Ye Qiuqi: "Sit down!"

When the voice fell, Ye Tianlong shifted gears, released the brakes, and the accelerator, a familiar but unfamiliar thrust, pressing Ye Qiuqi's body against the seat.

"what--"

Ye Qiuqi screamed. She was convinced that her heartbeat at this time could be comparable to a high-speed engine.

When the harsh roar of Lamborghini was heard in front, the white BMW also rushed out, the speed continued to soar, and soon reached a hundred kilometers.

The car whizzed along the middle lane, making two forty-degree turns, making Ye Qiuqi feel Ye Tianlong's madness.

"Woo-"

The seven-kilometer coastal road was almost halfway in an instant, and Ye Tianlong quickly saw Lamborghini's shadow amidst the screams of countless spectators.

At this moment, Ye Qiuqi's eyelids twitched, and she clinging to her hand tightly, her pretty face became more and more shocked as she watched the meter beating continuously.

The speed is not stabilizing, but rising.

Ahead, Kong Feixiang was glaring, holding the steering wheel firmly, he also locked Ye Tianlong, and shouted hysterically: "Come on, come on."

"Take a look, who is afraid of death, and who is the car body."

He did not believe that Ye Tianlong was not afraid of death.

One thousand five hundred meters, one thousand meters, eight hundred meters...

The two sides are getting closer, the sound is getting louder and louder, and the body shakes slightly when the sea breeze blows.

In the extremely fast speed, the long-haired girl screamed: "Ah—"

Ye Qiuqi's roar came from the intercom at this time: "Tianlong, you are crazy, one hundred and fifty kilometers, ah, one hundred eight, two hundred..."

Two hundred kilometers?

Hearing this data, Kong Feixiang's body trembled, cold sweat burst out, and he couldn't believe that he looked at the BMW ahead, but he didn't expect Ye Tianlong to dared to travel 200 kilometers.

This **** is too crazy.

You know, at this speed, you step on the brakes or steer, and 80% sweep the entire lane, and then either hit the mountain or enter the sea.

According to a normal race, the agreed speed is generally reached, and the driver does not accelerate anymore, so that he can advance or retreat, and he can choose in the face of accidents.

Kong Feixiang did the same. When the speed reached 100 kilometers, he suppressed it, leaving a little room for himself.

He also believed that the rest was a contest of courage.

But unexpectedly, Ye Tianlong soared to two hundred kilometers, turning himself into a death car.

In this way, Ye Tianlong has only one way to go, and that is to go straight, and the rest of the steering or braking may bring disaster.

And the deceleration is not enough for the braking distance.

This is no room.

"This 80% is a tactic, deceiving us."

After Kong Feixiang solemnly passed, he made another judgment: "Where is the courage of waste firewood to be more than two hundred kilometers..."

"Woo-"

The words were not finished yet, Kong Feixiang and the long-haired girl could already see the white BMW, which was like a cannonball and a long knife, flying straight through the hole.

Kong Feixiang's thought of a fight seemed to be cut by sharp scissors, all expressions were frozen in an instant, and his eyes were round.

The tonsils can be seen with his mouth open.

The long-haired girl also stiffened, and her unspeakable fear spread.

"call--"

In the field of vision, the white BMW is like a cannonball, with the wind whistling tearing its eardrums, driving onwards, and its speed is comparable to a wild horse mad cow.

The mountain on the left was shaken and dropped a lot of soil, slapped on the ground, and the sea breeze on the right was also penetrated by speed and sank suddenly.

Too fast, too fast, too fast.

"Sao Kong, avoid him, avoid him!"

The long-haired girl screamed: "He's crazy, crazy..."

She also went to grab the steering wheel of Kong Feixiang.

Kong Feixiang shook his hand. He didn't want to lose, but he didn't want to lose his life. So when the white BMW rushed over, he roared.

"what--"

As soon as the steering wheel turned and the accelerator was released, the car deviated from the middle lane and drove past the side of the mountain.

"boom--"

Almost as soon as it moved away, the white BMW smashed into place, and the wind brought by the speed made the Lamborghini shake...

Kong Feixiang was soaked in cold sweat...