Chapter 411 Lost Face to Grandma's House

Like a black galloping horse, the black Ferrari slid a wonderful arc in the air, volleying past Zheng Lingkun's colorful Ferrari.

Then, it landed firmly on the ground, kicked the accelerator, and it was out of sight.

Zheng Lingkun: "..."

At the foot of the mountain, everyone had been talking on the walkie-talkie for a long time, but they didn't wait for Zheng Lingkun's reply.

"There should be no suspense about the result of this game, right?"

"There must be no suspense. Young Master Xie has already lost a round, and he has also been defeated by Young Master Zheng in the past, okay?"

"But the beauty that Young Master Xie found is so attractive! If you lose, let Young Master Zheng call Young Master Xie Dad. I feel like she has the confidence to win!"

"Who wouldn't say harsh words?"

"...Isn't it possible that Zheng Shao really lost? Otherwise, the channel has already become lively at this moment, so why is there no movement at all, let us guess here?"

"..."

In a word, the scene suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Zheng Lingkun is the seed player of the TS team.

It is also the most powerful racer on ts besides those few racing bosses.

He likes to bring people here to race cars. It's been a long time, and he hasn't lost.

As long as he is there, the channel is almost never quiet.

When is it like this time,

The arrogant laughter in the first half, and the quiet as a chicken in the second half?

This is... so abnormal!

If Young Master Zheng really loses, then he really wants to call Xie Chenmin's father?

Calling Dad is a small matter.

This is in the racing circle of the imperial capital, so lose face to grandma's house, right?

Everyone looked at each other, no one dared to call Zheng Shao in the channel.

Before they could figure out what to do, they heard the sound of motors coming from far and near.

Qi Qi turned her head and saw the black phantom under the dim light in the distance.

Zheng Shao really...lost?

It was a cold day, and there was a layer of white sweat on the back.

The cold wind blows, and the sound of sneezing is accompanied by shivering, one after another.

The next moment, a black Ferrari whizzed by, creaked, and stopped firmly next to the dark green Phaeton.

Ye Wan pushed the door and got out of the car.

The group of people in front of them all took a step back.

It was as if she was a female Rakshasa killed out of nowhere.

In the silence, the car baby who had just waved the small flag asked in a low voice: "Beauty, you or Zheng Shao, who wins?"

Looking back, Ye Wan walked towards his Phaeton coldly.

Without looking back, he replied: "I will remind you, Young Master Zheng, that I don't want his car. But I still remember his daddy, remember to call it in front of me next time!"

After the words fell, the Phaeton roared and drove away.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Really lost?

Looking back at Xie Chenmin again, he saw the young man sitting in the driver's seat with a cold expression.

His brows and eyes were full of complacency, and there was an uncontrollable smile on his lips, but his expression was still forced to be calm and cold.

The car window was wide open, and "I want to fly higher" echoed clearly in the night.

Everyone: "..."

A few minutes later, the roar approached.

When Zheng Lingkun got out of the car, he slammed the door hard, his face was so dark that water dripped out.

"Where are people?"

"Go... go!"

"Did you say anything?"

"..."

No one dared to convey Ye Wan's crazy words to Zheng Lingkun, but Zheng Lingkun had already guessed it.

Looking ferociously at the car tail lights that had turned into two pairs of small red dots in the distance, Zheng Lingkun took out his mobile phone and made a call.

He would like to see when such a famous person appeared in the racing circle of the imperial capital!

Do you think that if you climb up to Xie Chenmin, you are entitled to save his face?

court death! ! !

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