There is a mountain-ring road in the south of Qingyang City. The place is remote and inaccessible. Qidong’s drag racing is located here.

  When Yantao and the others went, the atmosphere was hot.

  On the driveway, tens of millions worth of sports cars lined up, magnificent and cheers.

  Porsche, Maserati, Lamborghini... and they are all modified sports cars, proudly arrogant.

  Yantao and the others entered, just after one round, everyone was cheering around the racers.

  On the second floor, four or five young people are sitting around the round table, arrogant and arrogant.

  Qi Dong talked dryly all the way, and when he saw the place, he suddenly felt sad.

   "Yantao, the dishes in the past two days are different from ordinary ones. The princelings of Jiang province opened it. We can't offend others. Be careful! Don't be impulsive!"

  George is not good at Chinese, so he asked with a big tongue, "What do you mean by Tai, princelings?"

   "It's just a lot of power, understand?"

  Xiang Xiang first went up to the second floor, reported to the group of young people, and ran down after a while, "Shao Wang said, if you want to participate, you can participate, but the bet is doubled if you lose."

"what?!"

   Qi Dong widened his eyes, doubled by more than 600,000, plus the first more than 30, it was nearly 1 million.

   Yan Tao: "Yes."

  It wasn't her who paid the money anyway.

  Qidong...

   "I have no car!"

  Qi Dong racked his brains to save himself, "You can't compare without a car!"

  Xiang Xiang: "Wang Shao said, for the sake of fairness, he kindly provides sports cars, you can choose whatever you want."

  Qi Dong...I don’t want to pick wow!

   Yan Tao raised her eyebrows, glanced lightly across the row of cars, and whispered, "It's red."

   "OK!"

  Xiang Xiang greeted people, "You drive the car to the starting point of the track, come, come, get ready!"

  People watching the excitement on the stage saw that there was another game, shouting and screaming, waving banners and booing.

  Wait to see the racer sent by the other side, Qi Dong is not good.

  Fan Xinhong!

  Fan Xinhong, ah, fuck!

  Wang Shao is the best racer under his hand. He is desperate for racing and is best at speeding in corners. He is nicknamed the mad lion!

  And he still has a habit. When racing with people, he likes to make trouble!

  I heard that at least seven people died in his hands!

  Fan Xinhong is wearing a white club racing suit. He is half-white. He is tall and strong. His hair is dyed golden. Standing next to the car is like a lion ready to go. He is full of explosive power!

  He waved his arms on the stage, and the audience's excited and crazy screams spread all over the highway.

  The passionate game with hormones is the favorite of the audience.

   "Mad Lion!"

   "Mad Lion!"

   "Mad Lion!"

  The shouts formed waves, Fan Xinhong cast a triumphant look at Yan Tao, his right index finger facing down, his actions were full of provocation and contempt.

  Qi Dong's face turned pale, facing the mad lion, Yan Tao, who had not touched the car much, could not win...

  People who watch the excitement think the same as Qi Dong.

   "Is this guy crazy? He dared to race with a wild lion!"

   "I really can't help myself!"

   "Look, that kid just lost yesterday and here again. I guess he wanted to get back to the place, but I didn't expect to run into a crazy lion... this luck, shit..."

   "It's a pity... Although it's a little far apart, that boy has a really good temperament. It's a pity that people prefer the strong."

   Qi Dong's lips were white, he reached out his hand to hold Yan Tao's arm, "Yan Tao, you can't go."

   Racing with a wild lion, it is very possible to lose your life!