The system makes me a licking dog

Have evil intentions.

Have no guts?

Listening to Song Fengyue's words, Ning Yuan stepped on the accelerator to the end.

His car darts back and forth through traffic without ever having the brake lights come on once!

Ningyuan overtakes at an extreme speed and precise routing.

"Sister Song, why don't we start first? There are still 5 minutes, and the person you are waiting for must not dare to come."

A tall man in a leather jacket with dreadlocks approached Song Fengyue, talking disdainfully.

"That's right, Miss Song, our time is precious, we've been waiting for half an hour, why don't we start?"

This race car is not a competition between Song Fengyue and Ning Yuan alone.

"Wait."

Song Fengyue glanced at the man with dreadlocks, then looked in the direction of the intersection.

There was anticipation in her eyes.

This racing competition was organized by the man with dreadlocks. Including Song Fengyue, there were seven people in total.

These seven people are all descendants of several big families in Linhai City. The families are quite powerful, and all the people participating in this race are super sports cars.

Even here, apart from Song Fengyue's Porsche 911, the worst thing here is a Ferrari.

The others are super sports cars of the level of Genesis and Lamborghini Daniel.

And the guy with the dreadlocks drove a limited edition LaFerrari.

The man with dirty braids is called Peng Xiang, and he organized this race to prove that he is better than Song Fengyue.

"Miss Song, anyway, the person you invited hasn't arrived yet, how about we make a lottery for this competition?"

"What lottery?" Song Fengyue asked expressionlessly.

"Since it is a racing car, we will use the car as a lottery."

Song Fengyue kept looking in the direction of the intersection.

Obviously, she was waiting for someone.

Waiting for someone to show up there.

"How to play?" Zheng Shao, who was driving a Ferrari, asked with a smile.

"Use our car as a lottery, whoever wins all the cars here belongs to the first person."

"Oh!"

Zheng Shao clenched his fist and looked at Peng Xiang's LaFerrari with greed in his eyes.

Rafa, the highest aspiration of Ferrari lovers.

But this car is not something that can be owned with money. You need to have a sufficient number of Ferraris to be eligible.

Of course, being qualified does not mean that you can really own it, after all, Rafah is limited.

Peng Xiang's Lafa is the only one in Linhai.

"Young Master Peng, are you really willing to bet your Rafah?" Zheng Cong said.

Peng Xiang never left Song Fengyue's eyes, "Why don't you want to? Besides, you can't win."

"That's not necessarily true." Zheng Cong's lips curled up, "If Shao Peng loses then, don't play tricks."

Peng Xiang ignored Zheng Cong, and glanced at the tall young man on the right, "Young Master Qi, what do you think?"

Qi Pengfei shrugged, and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, they are all out to play anyway, and Young Master Peng can play however he wants."

"what about you?"

Peng Xiang looked at the few remaining people.

"I have no opinion either."

"Just as Mr. Peng said, whoever wins can drive away all the cars today."

"We're sure there's no problem. It's just a few million cars. It's not that we can't afford to lose, but I don't know if the person Miss Song invited over will dare to play like this?"

Zheng Cong looked at Song Fengyue with a smile.

"Tch, it's not certain whether that person dares to come or not." Peng Xiang said with disdain, he glanced at his watch,

"There are still 12 minutes until 30:3, Miss Song, I don't think we need to wait any longer. By the way, do you want to participate in our lottery?"

Song Fengyue didn't look back, but still looked at the direction of the intersection, "Your broken car, Miss Ben, is not rare."

Peng Xiang, who was standing behind Song Fengyue, looked at the back of Song Fengyue, feeling very unhappy.

This is already the third time he took the initiative to talk to Song Fengyue, but the other party still didn't give him a straight face.

"Miss Song is afraid of losing, right?"

Peng Xiang suppressed his unhappiness, and walked to Song Fengyue's side.

"Miss Ben has never lost on this road."

"Then why don't you dare to gamble with us?"

Song Fengyue glanced at Peng Xiang beside him, and then distanced himself from him.

"Okay, but if you lose, you can directly drive all the cars to the scrapping factory."

Although Song Fengyue's car is a Porsche 911, it only has the appearance of a Porsche 911.

The money Song Fengyue spent on modifying his own car these years is enough to buy two Ferraris.

"No problem." Peng Xiang didn't care, "But Miss Song has to win us first."

Just as he was talking, a black Mercedes-Benz appeared at the end of the road.

The speed is not much.

However, the moment the car appeared in Song Fengyue's field of vision, it attracted her attention.

"This car..."

Song Fengyue spoke subconsciously.

The car's routing is so elegant, and the timing and route of every overtaking are perfectly chosen.

even!

He also took advantage of the wake generated by the car in front and used the tap technique!

Seeing the change in Song Fengyue's expression, Peng Xiang also looked ahead.

"Miss Song, isn't that broken Mercedes-Benz the person you invited?"

Zheng Cong also spotted the car and spoke first.

"Damn it, I thought Ms. Song would invite some big guy, but it turned out that the car was a broken Mercedes, and what else was it a business car!"

"No way!" Peng Xiang exaggerated, "Miss Song, are you sure you're not joking with us? Let a poor guy who drives a commercial vehicle race with us? I'm afraid he can't even see our taillights."

A bit of disdain also flashed in Qi Shao's eyes.

"This broken car, if you lose, it should be taken directly to the scrapping factory."

Song Fengyue ignored the cynicism of Peng Xiang and the others, and kept staring at the Mercedes.

The car approached and stopped firmly beside Song Fengyue.

"Twelve twenty-nine, girl, I'm not late."