White Moonlight Dressed as a Violent Young Master

There will be cameras every 100 meters along the track, and at every corner.Someone will keep a close eye on the drivers and do their best to warn them before accidents happen.

"They drive so fast, who can guess whether they will overturn at the next corner?" The bald professional in charge of this work is slumped on the sofa drinking tea, "Besides, this road is too dangerous today."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard someone knock on the door.

The bald man hung up the phone and yelled at the door: "The door is unlocked! Come in!"

Su Qing pushed the door into the room and locked the door.

There are also many rich and powerful people who come to this place and wear famous brands. It is not surprising that they are bald, but he rarely sees such a gentlemanly and beautiful man, who is simply out of place in this chaotic and noisy place.

The bald man stood up in a daze, "What's the matter, sir?"

"It's okay." Su Qing asked softly: "Can I watch the whole game here?"

The bald head was a little embarrassed, "No, sir, no irrelevant personnel are allowed to stay in the monitoring room during the game."

Su Qing looked at him beggingly, "I won't do anything, please excuse me."

The bald man clenched his teeth, "No way!"

The game is about to start.

The bald man stood up bravely, and was about to use force to ask the gentleman to leave, but before he could take a few steps closer, he was about to raise his head when he was suddenly grabbed by the wrist by a clever force.

The gentle-talking gentleman in his eyes was holding a hemp rope, and tied his wrist tightly with a blank expression.He took out another piece of silk from his pocket and stuffed it firmly into his mouth.

The bald man struggled frantically: "Hey, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

"I've wronged you." Su Qing still looked at him with apologetic eyes, and then mercilessly hit the side of his neck with the knife in his hand.The bald man only felt a shock all over his body, and then passed out uncontrollably.

At the same time, the announcer's voice sounded on the radio:

"Racing Driver A: International Silver Medalist Lu Feng, with a winning rate of 70.00%. Racing Driver B: First-class amateur racing driver Zhong Lie, with a winning rate of 30.00%. The difficulty of this racing challenge track is S-level! Now the details There are only ten seconds left in the game!"

Su Qing threw the bald head onto the sofa, sat in front of the computer screen, and stared at the dark blue racing car in the picture.

A loud voice came from the radio:

"Three! Two! One!"

bang——

When the gunshot rang out, the sound waves seemed to be able to spread through the screen. On the other side of the screen, the spectators on the racing track were completely erupted because of the gunshot!

Su Qing stared at the car without moving his eyes, still fiddling with the coin in his hand.He watched the car deftly turn one corner after another, every time it was within a hair's breadth of life and death.

Children are not very capable and courageous.

He thought so, and was a little dazed.

The announcer broadcasts the game in real time:

"At present, No. A is still leading by 30 meters! No. A is worthy of being the silver medal winner of the international racing car, with a steady and fast pace. But Master Zhong of No. B is very hanging, and almost turned over several times at the corner!"

"The next corner is the most difficult part of the track! Everyone knows that a few years ago a racer accidentally died because he didn't grasp the speed and fell off the road cliff, and it was at this corner!"

Su Qing was startled, and the coin slipped from his fingers.

He raised his hand to support his face, and his gaze that had not moved for a long time finally moved, and moved to that corner, beside which was a very steep cliff, and he would die if he fell down.

Su Qing thought again, has this person always been like this?Don't take your own life seriously?

"Huh? Number B suddenly started to speed up?" The person in charge of broadcasting the live broadcast was obviously a little confused, "Master Zhong started to speed up, but there is a corner ahead! The width of the corner can only allow one car to pass!"

Is Zhong Lie crazy?

The originally boiling crowd suddenly fell silent, only whispering and discussing.

Su Qing clicked his tongue and looked down at the screen control panel. Seeing that the two cars were getting closer, he pressed a button without hesitation, put on the headset, and connected to the communication in the car.

"Little friend," he asked softly, "Have you played enough?"

The rapid breathing on the other side of Huamai stopped for a moment,

"Su Qing?"

Su Qing said: "The width of the front corner can only allow a racing car to drive smoothly at an average speed. Children, how likely are you to ensure that the other party will give way?"

Zhong Lie's car was still accelerating crazily, and it was on par with the other car.

Su Qing raised his eyes again and stared at the car. He was waiting for the other party's answer, although he could only hear the child's rapid and heavy breathing, and the occasional extremely painful muffled sound.

The announcer shouted: "If you don't give way, the car will overturn! Hurry up! Don't kill anyone!"

When the two cars were about to pass the corner side by side, the crowd was terribly quiet. Everyone seemed to be frightened by this scene and lost their voices. They were too frightened to make any sound, for fear that the terrible scene would happen in the next second.

The announcer shouted again: "Make way!"

Su Qing's pupils shrank violently, and his steady breathing from the beginning to the end became a mess in an instant.

He saw the dark blue racing car passing by the line of life and death again.After all, the opponent gave way, and the fierce friction between the two cars produced dazzling sparks. Zhong Lie took this opportunity to overtake and lead by a long way.

Su Qing held the microphone and pressed her lips tightly.

After about a long time, he saw Zhong Lie's car parked at the finish line, with tragic and embarrassing scratches all over the body.Zhong Lie didn't get out of the car, nor did he take off his headset.

"The probability is zero percent."

The bad boy on the headset finally answered his question, adding casually:

"But I won."

There were already signs of rain at the end of the race. When Zhong Lie got out of the car, the gloomy clouds descended heavily, and the thin and dense raindrops pattered, rendering a hazy depression.

He ignored the crazy cheers and shouts from the crowd around him, and took off his helmet.The rain quickly drenched his hair, and the black hair stuck to his forehead, making his slender and cold eyebrows sharper.

"What the hell are you doing?? I gave you money to let you go? You are an international award-winning boy, and you can't compare to an amateur??" A man asked angrily from the aisle.

Zhong Lie walked forward with his head down, and picked up an iron rod on the side clip.

"I didn't sell my life to you, isn't it just a competition? At worst, I don't want money. I just want to make some extra money." Another male voice explained: "Besides, you didn't see how crazy that kid is? "

Zhong Lie turned the corner, casually leaned against the wall, and tapped the incandescent lamp above his head with the iron rod in his hand.

He knocked the light back and forth, and the entire narrow passage flickered on and off.

"Hi there,"

The rich second generation and his international racing driver Qi Qi turned their heads to look at him.

"I'm here to ask for something." Zhong Lie looked at the rich second generation and shook the iron rod in his hand, "Do you remember? What did you say before the game?"

The rich second generation's face turned pale. He looked around in a panic, only to realize that the bodyguards were not around him, so he simply grabbed the racer beside him and said, "It's him who is racing with you! You look for him!"

The racer stared at him wide-eyed.

Zhong Lie said: "This matter has nothing to do with him."

The rich second generation sneered, "Master Zhong, my father and your father have also done business, we are all the same way, it's not good to look down, it's too stiff!" The rich second generation was about to cry, "Don't be so serious!"

How fitting he was!

It's almost done again!I begged for mercy again!

But the young master Zhong in front of him seemed to be stimulated, his eyes turned red, and before he could react, he was hit on the lower leg with an iron rod!

This hit hits the knee.The rich second generation didn't even kneel down, rolling back and forth on the ground with his legs hugged.Howled and yelled a bunch of begging words: "Master Zhong! Wuwuwuwu, you spared me! I won't dare again!"

"Who wants your dog's life,"

Zhong Lie sneered, "I think it's dirty."

The rich second generation's complexion changed, and he struggled to stand up, but Zhong Lie hit his other leg with a stick, and fell to his knees on the ground with a plop again.Zhong Lie seemed to be playing with him on purpose, which made him feel as if he was being humiliated!

"Zhong Lie! Don't go too far!" The rich second generation stared at him, "Has your father ever taught you not to insult the dignity of others?! Have you been educated!"

The iron rod on his shoulder was forced hard, and there was a crisp sound of bone shattering, and he grinned again in pain, staring at the instigator of all this with increasing resentment.

"You still think I'm dirty? Heh! You're the dirtiest and most disgusting one!" This man must have been driven crazy, and cursed in a broken jar, "Do you know how many people your father slept outside! There are both men and women! I know several of them! Guess you are the bastard that your father and a wild woman gave birth to? Ah?!"

Zhong Lie still pressed the iron rod against him,

His complexion didn't change, but his breathing gradually trembled violently, trying his best to suppress something.

"Your mother is not in good health. Did your father catch some disease? Your mother—"

Before he could say the rest, he was so stimulated by the sharp pain from his wrist that he lost his voice.

He opened his mouth wide, the pain was so painful that he was about to lose consciousness, and he couldn't see what Zhong Lie had done to him. He could only vaguely hear Zhong Lie say, "I'll give you a gift."

"You probably don't know that your father is selling drugs and made a lot of money. But I happen to know the buyer's information, and I can find the evidence with a little effort."

These words are more effective than a knife, every single word will cut off the flesh of his heart.

"You said, how many drugs will you sell before you get the death penalty?"

After coming out of the monitoring room, Su Qing went straight out of the racetrack.He parked the car at the gate of the racing track and waited patiently for Zhong Lie to appear.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the originally pattering rain also turned into an overwhelming posture of pouring down.

Su Qing watched the business news for 10 minutes, but before anyone could be found, she put on her bluetooth headset and called the police station.His brother has been squatting in the situation for three days, I don't know if he has become a little smarter.

The call was quickly connected, "Who is there?"

"Hi, excuse me." Su Qing said politely: "I'm Su Qing, please pick up Su Zhiwang for me, I have something to say to him, it only takes 5 minutes."

The phone was quickly handed over to Su Zhiwang, and Su Zhiwang treated him with the usual disgusted attitude: "What's the matter?"

"It's something." Su Qing smiled, "There is something about Tan Mi, I think you should be very interested."

While speaking, he jumped to the entertainment news on his phone.A piece of gossip about Tan Mi just broke out today, causing quite a stir on the Internet.

Su Zhiwang was blunt and pretended not to care: "About Tan Mi? Why should I be interested?"

Su Qing: "Listen, what if you're interested? The gossip said that Tan Mi was playing car games with a man, and a photo of him hugging that man in the car was photographed."

There was a moment of silence on the other side, "It's just gossip."

"Yeah, it's just gossip." Su Qing pretended to be aggrieved, "But I think that man is very similar to Mr. Zhong. Brother, do you want to take a look too? After all, Mr. Zhong's collar pin is custom-made, and there is no way to have a second one." indivual."

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