Regal Guard of Dragon

Because, at the beginning of the race, the Korean underground racing community gave the Huaxia underground racing community a start!

Chen Feng was not very interested in this. After taking a look, he looked back, took the elevator with Yu Wenbo and Ji Hong to the third floor, and then entered a reserved box in advance, which is also the most luxurious one in the entire VIP room. The box covers an area as large as a small movie hall.

"Shao Chen, Shao Ji, Shao Bo!"

In the box, a beautiful narrator and two beautiful waiters in cheongsam had been waiting for a long time. When they saw the three people entering the box, they all bowed to say hello.

"Wenbo, let them go out." Chen Feng gestured with a smile to the three, and then settled down to Yu Wenbo.

"Okay, Brother Feng."

Although I don't know why Chen Feng didn't let the narrator and the beautiful waiter stay here, Yu Wenbo took the order immediately, and then waved his hand to signal the three to leave.

At the same time, a screen again showed that two motorcycles with Korean license plates rushed through the surveillance office first.

"If nothing else, you lost the first game." Chen Feng said after seeing this scene.

"Playing motorcycles, we are indeed not as good as the Koreans." Yu Wenbo nodded, and he also saw that the game was about to lose.

"What is the bet for this game?" Chen Feng asked.

"Not much, one million dollars."

Yu Wenbo replied: "The next five racing games, the first four are 3 million, 6 million, 8 million and 10 million US dollars. In the last match between my master and Korean car king Park Changjun, the bet is one. Billion dollars."

"It seems that the last game is the highlight." Chen Feng said.

"Yes, Chen Shao. Whether it is a bet or a meaning, the last game is crucial."

This time it was Ji Hong who spoke. He nodded, and then added: "However, although the stakes in the previous few games are not big, it is also about the face of our entire China underground racing community."

"Ok."

Chen Feng nodded, then took the red wine from Yu Wenbo and gently shook the glass.

Because of the competition later, Yuwenbo and Ji Hong did not serve wine, but champagne.

As the three of Chen Feng had judged, in the first game, the China Underground Racing World lost.

Three Korean motorcycle riders drove their cars across the finish line one after another, occupying the top three places, while the remaining three Huaxia motorcycle riders crossed the finish line after 30 seconds, 52 seconds and 84 seconds, and the extent of lagging behind was not wide. small.

"Little Tiger, the second game must be won!"

With the end of the race, Ji Hong picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number of the Chinese racer in the second race, who was a member of the Chinese Supercar Club.

"President, don't worry, I will take it!"

Soon, a voice came from the receiver, full of confidence.

Ji Hong stopped talking and hung up directly.

At the same time, two drivers' information appeared on the screen of the box.

Chinese driver: Wu Hu, male, 22 years old, member of the Chinese Supercar Club. He has participated in Nangang and Busan Underground Racing Competitions and won 12 and 16 respectively. He did not enter the black car list. The odds of winning: 9.

Korean driver: Asano, second from right, male, member of the Korean supercar club. Up to now, he has only participated in the domestic underground racing competition in Korea. He has not entered the black car list. The winning odds: 9.

"Do you know anything about the Korean riders?" Chen Feng asked when seeing the information displayed on the screen.

"Not understanding."

Yu Wenbo hesitated and said: "Because, except for Park Changjun and his apprentice Li Dongqing, the Korean drivers who came to participate in the race this time basically only participated in the domestic race in Korea. There is almost no race video and information."

"Then does the other party know the situation of the Huaxia driver?" Chen Feng asked again.

"Should know them better than we do."

Upon hearing this, Yuwenbo suddenly realized something, frowned, and said: “Because the Koreans sent out all unknown drivers, we didn’t call other Chinese top ten drivers to participate in the race except for the master and me. All the brothers from the supercar club came to the competition. And all the participating members have basically participated in outside competitions."

"Wenbo, it seems that you are going to be pitted by the Koreans. Unsurprisingly, they came well prepared. Although those Korean riders are not well-known, they should not be bad."

Hearing Yu Wenbo's answer, and reminiscing the arrogant and domineering look of Park Changjun and others, Chen Feng made such a judgment.

Huh!

Yu Wenbo and Ji Hong's expressions changed, and neither said a word.

The facts confirmed Chen Feng's judgment.

In the next two races, the Chinese drivers lost, and they were behind a lot of time, which was a complete defeat!

In the third game, the Chinese driver was stronger, second only to Yuwenbo in the entire supercar club, but the opponent’s strength was stronger in the first half, the Chinese driver was able to keep up. In the second half, The Korean riders directly took advantage of several U-turns and S-turns to completely leave the Chinese riders behind!

Including motorcycle races, it is about to lose four straight!

This result made Yu Wenbo and Ji Hong's faces extremely ugly.

"Wenbo, the next game is yours, right?" Chen Feng asked when seeing this.

"Yes, Brother Feng."

Yu Wenbo nodded with a gloomy look. He never dreamed that the first four games would end in such a way.

"Then let's go down. You adjust your mentality and make preparations." Chen Feng patted Yu Wenbo on the shoulder as a sign of comfort, but worried in his heart.

With Yuwenbo's current state, it is very unsuitable for competition, but Chen Feng also knows that at this point, if it is unrealistic to stop Yuwenbo from playing, it will make him more uncomfortable than killing Yuwenbo!

"Okay, Brother Feng."

Yu Wenbo nodded, then got up and followed Chen Feng downstairs with Ji Hong.

At the beginning of the track, the temporary stage has been dismantled, the bonfire is still on, and the hot music is still ringing, but the passion of the audience around the track is completely extinguished.

They come here, in addition to feeling the excitement of drag racing, they also want to see the Chinese riders defeat the Korean riders.

With this goal in mind, they saw that the Chinese drivers had lost three games in a row, and they were about to lose four games in a row. What passion do they have?

While the Chinese riders and the audience were depressed, Park Changjun led all the Korean riders on both sides of the starting point of the track, singing Goryeo songs to celebrate the victory of the race.

"Om~"

Later, before the three of Chen Feng approached, the deafening roar of the sports car went from far to near, and a Lamborghini with a Korean license took the lead to cross the end of the track.

"Yay!"

"Pretty!"

"The China Underground Racing World is too rubbish!"

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