Carefree Battle God

"Actually, the people I look down on the most are you fuerdai. Relying on your family's wealth, after buying a few good cars, you haven't even won a few rounds. All of you are sealing yourself as a god. It's simply laughable."    

    

"You don't have any ability, but yet you are still so arrogant." When you meet a true expert, those little tricks of yours are nothing more than fart. "    

    

Fong Yulou said coldly. It was obvious that he hated Han Bai because of the previous conflict.    

    

"What's the point of saying so much nonsense? I came here to race around today, I'm not arguing with you."    

    

Han Bai whistled and said, "Since you dare to challenge me, then tell us the rules. We'll know after a match."    

    

"No problem, the rules are very simple." Let's start here and drive down to the top of the hill. Whoever reaches the foot of the mountain first, will win. "    

    

Fong Yulou said, "If you lose to me, you have to fork out 20 million. Do you dare to accept the challenge?"    

    

Han Bai sneered and said, "Why would I not dare? But what if I win?"    

    

"If you win, I'll give you both my hands."    

    

Fong Yulou clenched his fist and said, "Don't you like gambling with other people? This is exactly what you want me to do. "    

    

Han Bai's eyes were filled with anger as he sneered and patted Fong Yulou's shoulder. He lowered his voice and said, "Fong Yulou, just wait to become a cripple."    

    

After he finished with his threats, he turned around and said to Ouyang Shuang, "Honey, get in the car. I'll take you for a ride."    

    

Fong Yulou was a little surprised and said: "You still want to bring someone to compete with me?"    

    

Han Bai casually curled his lips: "Do you have any objections? Today, laozi came out to play with my girlfriend. If you want to bring someone with you, I don't mind. "    

    

Fong Yulou sneered and said, "No problem, you can play however you want."    

    

He waved to the crowd and said loudly, "Drive the car over here."    

    

Before he finished his sentence, a black Mitsubishi racing car slowly stopped beside Fong Yulou. A pretty girl walked down from above and said to Fong Yulou: "Brother Feng, today we'll be watching your performance."    

    

Fong Yulou nodded, drove the car, and put the car in neutral. Then, he suddenly stepped on the accelerator.    

    

The engine rumbled like a wild beast in the mountains. A light roar could shake the entire famous autumn mountain.    

    

Chen Fusheng's heart skipped a beat as he looked towards the Mitsubishi racing car.    

    

Just from the sound of this engine, one could tell that it was definitely not the original one, but a modified version.    

    

Due to the complex conditions on the Qiuyuanshan road, there were many sharp turns, so if the car was too slow, the starting distance would be increased. However, if the speed was too fast, during the process of drifting, it was very easy for accidents to occur.    

    

The modified car's performance had reached a perfect balance.    

    

Chen Fusheng only glanced at it once before a rough guess appeared in his heart. This Mitsubishi racing car is really too advantageous here. Unless Han Bai really had some skill, with his Bugatron, he wouldn't be a match for Fong Yulou at all.    

    

At this time, Ouyang Shuang had already followed Han Bai and sat in the Bugatti Wyron. Fong Yulou started the car with a beautiful flick of the tail and parked the car beside Bugatti Wyron.    

    

Chen Fusheng couldn't help but nod his head. Although it was just a tail swing, it was so skillful. Obviously, he couldn't underestimate Fong Yulou.    

    

With Han Bai's skill in driving, he estimated that the 20 million yuan he had today was definitely going to be lost.    

    

Right at that moment, the match began. The two cars were like two arrows that had left the bowstring as they crossed the starting line in an instant. Bugatti Wyvern took the lead, but before he could drive two hundred meters, he was overtaken by a Mitsubishi racing car behind him.    

    

There were professional commentators on each of the roads at the foot of Mount Qiu Ming. Although Chen Fusheng and the others were at the foot of the mountain, they still knew what was happening above.    

    

"The Bugatti Wyvern was directly overtaken. Fong Yulou's driving skill can be said to be perfect. There is no gap at all in this kind of gear. In less than two seconds, he has arrived at 100km/h."    

    

"The Mitsubishi racing car has already passed two bends, the Bugatsu is exactly five seconds behind. If nothing unexpected happens, the outcome should be decided."    

    

"Fong Yulou has already reached the top of the mountain, and Budweilon still has 25% of the way to go, so the situation is getting more and more obvious."    

    

"Fong Yulou has already started descending the mountain. This speed is too fast. Oh my god, a beautiful drift widened the distance between us."    

    

"Mr. Feng won again. Once again, he used his godly driving skill to defeat the challenger and defend his title of car god."    

    

Following the cheers of the crowd at the bottom of the mountain, the Mitsubishi race car slowly crossed the finish line and came to a close with a triumphant return.    

    

The car door opened and Fong Yulou lit up a cigarette. He looked extremely relaxed. The so-called famous mountain god of carriages, Han Bai, did not put any pressure on him at all.    

    

"Brother Feng, you're too amazing! You broke another record!"    

    

A lackey said excitedly with a stopwatch in his hand.    

    

Fong Yulou took a puff on his cigarette and said without a care, "I took advantage of the car this time, so I got such a good score. It's no big deal."    

    

"No matter what the reason is, Brother Feng, you are ahead of him by 40 seconds. That so-called 'fuerdai' is simply incomparable to you. "    

    

The lackey said excitedly.    

    

At this time, the others also voiced their opinions.    

    

"Just now when I saw his appearance, I thought he was very amazing. It turns out he's just a useless looking fellow, blind to that Bugatti Wyvern."    

    

"You still dare to call yourself the god of war of Qiu Mingshan? Compared to Brother Feng, you are completely exposed." Being beaten by someone by 40 seconds is simply a slaughter. "    

    

"What ability could the rich second generation have? Isn't it just because their family is rich? Isn't it good to buy a car?" In terms of car skills, Feng Ge is able to dump him by twenty blocks. "    

    

Everyone was discussing, but their words were filled with deep disdain for Han Bai.    

    

At this moment, Han Bai drove the Bugatti Wyvern to the foot of the mountain.    

    

At this time, the referee held onto his stopwatch and couldn't help but shake his head and say, "It's more than forty seconds. Oh my god, can this even be called a match? This is a completely one-sided crushing. "    

    

"Don't even mention Bugatsu, even if he were to step on a bicycle, he shouldn't be so far behind."    

    

Everyone couldn't help but laugh out loud as they looked at Han Bai in disdain. They felt that with his driving skills, he had wasted his time on such a good car.    

    

At this time, Han Bai also got out of the car with an ugly expression. Being led by someone for 40 seconds was a complete defeat. Even with his thick skin, he was losing some face now.    

    

"Damn it, I'm only blaming this car. If you drop the chain at the critical moment, I will definitely beat him."    

    

As he said that, Han Bai kicked the bumper of Bugatsu. It was the typical example of him not being able to pull out the sh * t and complain about the toilet.    

    

"Han Bai, you are too embarrassing."    

    

Ouyang Shuang said in embarrassment, "Look at him. He's almost finished the last cigarette. How much did you lose?"    

    

Originally, she was very curious about racing, but after getting into Han Bai's car accident, she felt very unhappy. Every time when Ouyang Shuang looked forward to his acceleration, Han Bai would not only slow down, but also slow down his acceleration.    

    

In this way, Ouyang Shuang felt extremely displeased.    

    

Han Bai's face was now ashen, and he clenched his fists tightly in hatred. He was as sullen as he could be in his heart.