The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

There is a road around the mountains in the south of Qingyang City. The place is remote and inaccessible. The drag racing competition that Qi Dong participated in was located here.

When Yan Tao and the others went there, the atmosphere was heated.

On the driveway, sports cars worth tens of millions of dollars were lined up in a row, with great momentum and loud cheers.

Porsche, Maserati, Lamborghini... and they are all modified sports cars, arrogant and arrogant.

When Yan Tao and his group entered, the race had just finished and everyone was cheering around the racers.

On the second floor, four or five young people sat around a round table, looking arrogant and arrogant.

Qi Dong's mouth went dry all the way, and when he saw where he was, he suddenly felt sad.

"Yantao, the dishes served these two days are different from ordinary ones. They are run by princelings from Jiang Province. We cannot afford to offend them, so be careful! Don't be impulsive!"

George's Chinese was not good, so he asked with a big tongue, "Tai, princeling, what does it mean?"

"It's just that you have a lot of power, understand?"

Xiang Xiang went up to the second floor first, reported to the group of young people, and ran down again after a while, "Young Master Wang said, if you want to participate, you can participate, but if you lose, your stake will be doubled."

"What?!"

Qi Dong's eyes widened. He doubled it to more than 600,000 yuan, and adding the previous 30 yuan, it was nearly one million.

Yan Tao: "Okay."

It's not her who pays the money anyway.

Qidong...

"I don't have a car!"

Qi Dong racked his brains to save himself, "We can't compete without a car!"

Xiang Xiang: "Master Wang said that for the sake of fairness, he kindly provides sports cars, and you can choose whatever you want."

Qi Dong...I don't want to choose!

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows, glanced over the row of cars, and said softly, "The red ones."

"OK!"

Xiang Xiang greeted people, "Drive your car to the starting point of the track, come on, come on, get ready!"

When the people watching the excitement on the stage saw that there was another game, they started shouting, waving banners and booing.

When he saw the racing driver sent from the other side, Qi Dong felt bad.

Fan Xinhong!

Fan Xinhong, fuck me!

The most outstanding racing driver under Mr. Wang, he is very dangerous in racing and is best at speeding in corners. He is nicknamed the Crazy Lion!

And he also has a habit of stumbling when racing with others!

I heard that at least seven people died in his hands!

Fan Xinhong is wearing a white club racing suit. He is half white, tall and strong, with blond hair. Standing next to the car, he looks like a lion ready to go. His whole body is full of explosive power!

He rushed to the stage waving his arms, and the audience's excited and crazy screams filled the entire road.

The game is full of passion and hormones and is the audience's favorite.

"Crazy lion!"

"Crazy lion!"

"Crazy lion!"

The shouts formed waves, and Fan Xinhong cast a proud look at Yan Tao, pointing his right index finger down, his movements full of provocation and contempt.

Qi Dong's face turned pale. Facing the mad lion, Yan Tao, who had never touched a car, could not win...

Everyone watching the fun thought the same as Qi Dong.

"Is this man crazy? He actually dares to race with a crazy lion!"

"It's really overestimating one's abilities!"

"Look, that kid just lost yesterday, and he's here again. He probably wants to regain his place, but he didn't expect to run into a crazy lion... Such luck, tsk..."

"It's a pity... Even though he's a little far away, that young man has a really good temperament. It's a pity that people prefer those with strength."

Qi Dong's lips turned white. He stretched out his hand and held Yan Tao's arm, "Yantao, you can't go."

If you race with a crazy lion, you may lose your life!