The system makes me a licking dog

Zheng Cong is also paying attention to Ning Yuan's movements all the time.

When Ning Yuan's car approached the rear of Peng Xiang's car, Zheng Cong was ready to remind him.

He didn't expect that the other party would be so decisive that he would overtake directly.

Peng Xiang glanced at the walkie-talkie disdainfully.

"I know how to do it, I don't need you to teach me!"

After saying this, Ning Yuan's car was almost level with Peng Xiang's car.

It's now!

Peng Xiang's heart thumped, and he rushed towards Ning Yuan's car.

He did this to force Ning Yuan to take a big direction.

As long as Ning Yuan steered, under such a rapid condition of more than 200 yards, this kind of broken Mercedes-Benz would definitely become unstable.

At that time, Zheng Cong in front only needs to tap the brake in front of him.

With this kind of continuous persecution, people's subconscious must step on the brakes or turn the direction.

It doesn't matter which method the kid chooses.

The result is definitely out of control of the car!

"Boy, go to hell!"

Peng Xiang had a ferocious expression.

Song Fengyue, who followed behind and waited for the arrival of the eighteenth bend, felt nervous when she saw that Peng Xiang dared to stick to Ning Yuan like this.

Song Fengyue has heard of Peng Xiang's method.

He is going to kill Ning Yuan!

Thinking of this, Song Fengyue stepped on the accelerator subconsciously, and didn't care about any competition.

After all, Ning Yuan was called by himself.

I just wanted to teach him a lesson and frustrate his spirit, but I didn't really think about what to do with him.

and……

And the most important thing is that he took away his first kiss, so he can be regarded as his... man.

Absolutely can't let him have an accident.

This was the only thought in Song Fengyue's mind.

As Peng Xiang's car gradually approached Ning Yuan, the smile on his face became more ferocious.

"You poor car, the power is only enough for you to keep up with us, now! Let me see what you do!"

Peng Xiang sneered.

next second...

hum!

The hum of the engine.

Ningyuan's eight-cylinder beast exploded with all its strength at this moment.

Black shadows!

Like a phantom, it quickly passed by Peng Xiang's car.

"what!"

"Fuck! This is so possible!"

"At this speed, how can his broken Mercedes-Benz still have power!"

"This...is a Mercedes-Benz?"

Everyone couldn't believe their eyes.

and,

Just when everyone couldn't believe it.

Ningyuan's car,

Already rushed to the forefront, and left!

Zheng Cong originally wanted to cooperate with Pengxiang to engage in a wave of Ningyuan.

So he also deliberately suppressed his speed, although he was preparing to make a move.

But he never thought that this broken Mercedes-Benz, which they despised, could explode with such surging power at a speed of more than 200 yards per hour.

"Shouldn't this be an ordinary Mercedes-Benz S?"

Another rich and young voice came from Peng Xiang and Qi Shao's walkie-talkie.

"What's so ordinary about a broken Mercedes-Benz?" Of course Peng Xiang refused to accept it.

At this time, Zheng Cong finally spoke.

"Young Master Peng, you know my family is in the luxury car business. A few days ago we brought an eight-cylinder Mercedes-Benz S-Class to Linhai, and it was bought by Han Chengdong."

"Han Chengdong bought it, what does it have to do with this kid? Who is Han Chengdong? How could this kid have an intersection with such a person?"

Zheng Cong was silent for a while, and continued: "I heard that Han Chengdong bought this car as a gift, and Han Chengdong treated that person with great respect, Mr. Peng, what do you say..."

"impossible!"

Peng Xiang said disdainfully: "The people who can be treated respectfully by someone like Han Chengdong can be counted on one hand in our Linhai City, he? Also worthy!"

Zheng Cong stopped talking, thinking about something silently.

The eight-cylinder Mercedes-Benz S-Class is the only one in Linhai.

And the power that this Mercedes-Benz S-Class erupts today is definitely not something that ordinary Mercedes-Benz S can possess.

So, there's a good chance that the kid's driving the only eight-cylinder Mercedes-Benz S-Class.

Thinking of this, Zheng Cong was also confused.

"Young Master Peng is right. There are not many people in Linhai who can be treated respectfully by someone like Han Chengdong. He is a young man, why?"

Originally, Ning Yuan thought it was a tough battle.

Although these supercars have long been his own in Ning Yuan's heart, supercars are supercars after all, and their strength is still there.

But in the end, he was easily surpassed by himself.

Think so.

Ning Yuan shook the steering wheel.

After all, a supercar is a supercar, and its strength will not be overestimated, but he underestimated his own car, and underestimated a thug in a suit with an eight-cylinder heart.

In fact, as long as Ning Yuan thought about it just now, he had the opportunity and ability to get rid of both Peng Xiang and that Zheng Cong.

However, Ning Yuan did not choose to do so.

It wasn't his Holy Mother, and it wasn't that he was afraid of Peng Xiang and Zheng Cong.

Ning Yuan was simply reluctant.

That Rafa, that Ferrari 588, all belong to you in the end.

If this is destroyed, the loss will be Ning Yuan himself.

So, instead of doing that, he just kicked the gas and passed them.

Of course, Ning Yuan is short-sighted, and he will double the number of people who fool him.

In the future, I can only find opportunities to mess with their family like this.

Anyway, no matter whether it is the above-ground or underground forces in Linhai, Ning Yuan knows and is very familiar with them.

As long as he thinks about it, getting rid of a few families is like throwing water.

Thinking of this, Ning Yuan felt much happier.

He pressed the car window again and stretched out his hand. At a speed of more than 200 yards, the feeling in his hand became thicker.

It is no longer what f can express.

Peng Xiang and Zheng Cong chased after them desperately, but they couldn't close the distance with Ning Yuan at all.

Song Fengyue, who was originally worried about Ningyuan's accident, saw that Ningyuan's car was still able to explode with such power and forcibly overtake it under such circumstances, and became very curious about Ningyuan.

What kind of person is this!

What is the origin!

And how can his car explode with such powerful power!

All these doubts filled Song Fengyue's heart.

Being curious about a man is the prelude to falling in love with him.

"Young Master Peng, we have to find a way! We are being crushed by a broken Mercedes. If word of this gets out, we will definitely become a joke in the Linhai racing community!"

"What are you afraid of!"

Peng Xiang gritted his teeth, "The [-]th bend in the meeting is the time for us to exert our strength! The fast corners are the real fast ones. Although his car has enough power, it is simply impossible to control it like Lao Tzu's Lafayette." Idiots talking about dreams!"

Even though he said this, Peng Xiang didn't have much confidence in his heart.

After all, the broken Mercedes he was talking about had already broken their expectations too much.

At one point they thought the car couldn't see their taillights at all.

Now, it's true that their taillights can't be seen either.

But it's not that they can't catch up, but they are completely crushed, in front of them.

"Bite him now, there is still one kilometer to the first corner! Let him know what a Ferrari is!"