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Ye Chen smiled faintly, "Looks like you're my woman."

At this time, there were a few young people around in an open field.

Zhao Ying said, "They're there, let's drive over."

Ye Chen gave a beautiful dash and parked the car between the two cars.

At this moment, a sneering voice sounded, "Zhao Ying, you really dare to come."

Next to the Lamborghini, a Maserati lowered its window.

A woman with a face value of only about 60 points looked at Zhao Ying with a sneering face.

The only bright thing about this woman was her pearly whites.

Nonetheless, Ye Chen had no interest in taking a second look after the first one.

At this time, a bantering voice sounded, "Zhao Ying, will you let this little white face race for you?"

It was Tian Biao who spoke.

There was also a young man in his twenties in front of Tian Biao.

Bai Ying this is the driver I introduced to you, the overall champion of the Chinese off-road race, Ferrari team reserve driver, Qin Rui.

There was an uproar at Qin Rui's name.

Qin Rui was a legend in their racing world.

He used to be the record holder of this S-class track.

"Thank you Hani, let's watch this bitch kneel and kowtow to us later ah."

Zhao Ying snorted, "It's not certain who will kneel and kowtow to whom, we'll see later."

Tian Biao's gaze swept to the side of Ye Chen, his eyes filled with jealousy.

For so many years, he had been chasing Zhao Ying.

But let alone his fragrant car, he hadn't even touched her hand.

Seeing Ye Chen sitting next to Zhao Ying, the two of them ambiguous, he was about to go mad.

"Kid, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

Ye Chen smiled faintly, "What's the bet?"

"If you lose and kneel and kowtow with this bitch, add another ten million."

Daring to steal his woman, Tian Biao must make this brat pay for it.

Ye Chen listened and nodded, "Yes, you lose the same."

"Can." A sinister smile appeared on Tian Biao's face.

At this moment, there were many rich second generation onlookers from Kyoto around, and they all shouted excitedly when they heard the two people's bets.

Tian Biao said to the rider, "Win this kid for me and I'll give you a million bonus."

"Tian Shao, don't worry, for this kind of amateur rider, I can win with my eyes closed."

Zhao Ying said, "Don't worry Ye Chen, if you lose this money I'll pay for you."

"Don't worry, I can't lose." Ye Chen was very confident.

Tian Biao said to the crowd, "Everyone, you all know today's bet, if Zhao Ying's car wins the S-class race, me and Bai Ying kneel down and kowtow ten times to them for ten million dollars, if Zhao Ying loses, the same Zhao Ying and this kid kneel down and kowtow ten times to me for ten million dollars, please testify for us here."

"Tian Shao, we can testify, if anyone loses and doesn't admit it the brothers won't let him go."

For this match, many people felt that there was no suspense.

Who was Qin Rui, but the legend of this S-class track, and Qin Rui's car was modified.

Although Zhao Ying's car was also a supercar, it couldn't compare to Qin Rui's car in terms of performance or speed.

"Ye Chen, we're on a string this time, we're grasshoppers, you have to win."

"I'll try my best." Ye Chen casually said.

"You're not going to tell me that you can't win the race." Zhao Ying was worried.

"I'll bet if I can't win if I can't run?" Ye Chen smiled confidently.

"Well, it's all up to you this time."

Ye Chen smiled slightly, "This S-class track record is held by that Qin Rui?"

"Well, he's good, so you should be careful."

"From today onwards, this record belongs to me." Ye Chen grinned.

It was really good to come out to biao a car, someone kneeling and kowtowing, and win money.

Ye Chen and Zhao Ying switched places, and the race was about to start.

All the participating cars drove to the starting position.

The entire arena was covered by the sound of roaring motors.

The dust flew like the thunder of countless war drums, making one's blood run cold.

The S-Class is the most difficult lane to run in this event, with a total of twenty sports cars participating.

Most of those who were able to participate in the S-Class track were professional drivers, or the best of the amateur drivers.

There are nine S-curves in this S-class track, which is known as the nine life-threatening links, and each link is more dangerous than the other, and drivers whose driving skills are not professional or near-professional are simply not capable of running this track, and every year, there will be accidents of car destruction and death in the race.

Ye Chen said to Zhao Ying, "Fasten your seat belts."

"Mm." Zhao Ying took a deep breath and looked nervous and excited as she waited for the race to start.

Buzz!

The racing cars on the scene emitted deafening motor sounds.

Zhao Ying was inexplicably nervous as she participated in this kind of S-class race for the first time.

Bang!

Gunshots rang out, and before Zhao Ying could regain consciousness, a strong pushing sensation hit her back, and Ye Chen had already taken control of the Lamborghini and rushed out.

Ah!

The car's acceleration was too fast, and Zhao Ying felt a strong sense of weightlessness coming on, and she couldn't help but scream in alarm.

This feeling was super cool.

Zhao Ying laughed, "Ye Chen, hurry up, the cars behind are about to catch up."

Through the rearview mirror, Zhao Ying saw more than twenty sports cars behind her, densely whistling wildly to catch up to this Lamborghini of theirs.

Ye Chen's start just now was almost perfect.

One had to know that to do so, one had to have extremely frightening calculations and reflexes to be able to suddenly start at the instant of a gunshot.

Despite starting ahead, the car behind was soon getting closer and closer to the Lamborghini due to the poor performance of the car.

But right in front of him was the first curve.

Ye Chen made a beautiful drift, shifted his tail, and the Lamborghini easily crossed the corner.

This operation instantly made the Lamborghini and the cars behind pull away from each other again, and there were only seven or eight cars that could keep up with Ye Chen.

The one right behind Ye Chen's car was Qin Rui's race car.

Qin Rui was worthy of being the record holder of this track, and his strength far surpassed the other drivers.

Ye Chen calmly passed two corners in a row, and only Ye Chen's Lamborghini and Qin Rui's two cars were left on the big screen.

On Qin Rui's car, Tian Biao's face was ugly in the extreme.

"Faster, faster." Tian Biao couldn't stop urging Qin Rui.

He clenched his fists tightly, staring at the Lamborghini in front of him with a gloomy gaze.

I originally thought that the other party was just an amateur driver, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful, leading all the way.

Qin Rui frowned at Tian Biao's urging, but didn't make a sound and stared at the Lamborghini in front with gleaming eyes.

At this point, Qin Rui was very shocked.

He had run this track countless times, and it was the first time someone had actually led him for so long.

He basically knew all the professional drivers in China, but he had never seen this person before.

The other party was driving a Lamborghini, and neither the performance nor the speed was as good as this car of his.

It could be said that the other party's lead was entirely due to his own technology.

Qin Rui understood that this time, he had met a master!