When Qin Fei saw the other party, there were only seven or eight men and women together, and he couldn't help but secretly find it a little funny.

The man has thin arms and legs, and the woman is wearing a hip-pack skirt. Even if she is an amateur Sanda practitioner, she can beat this group of people down, right?

I really don’t know where the confidence comes from this guy who is neither male nor female in front of me.

Qin Fei pushed open the car door and walked down, feeling a little amused and crying, looking at the buzz cut and said, "Hey, is this your man?"

"What are you doing? My name is Han Jiuer!" Mao Buzz cut raised his neck proudly, with a pair of pretty eyes, trying to look fierce.

However, he was thin and fair and clean, which reminded Qin Fei of a very appropriate adjective, and then smiled and said, "You are still mad, mad!"

"Rareless, you dare to call Sister Jiuer a dog!" A young man in a well-suited suit beside him glared at Qin Fei.

"Haha, I'll just say it casually, please don't take the right seat!" Qin Fei hugged his arms, thinking it was fun to bully a group of little kids.

Han Jiuer glared at the young man beside him and cursed in his heart, "Are you careless? They didn't make it clear, so you are rushing to let others scold you."

However, Han Jiuer quickly turned her eyes on Qin Fei again, raised her eyebrows and said, "Qin Yifei, right? Is it okay? Is it that phone worth 30,000 yuan, are you paying money or fighting with us?"

"What you mean is that if you give it a shot, you don't have to pay for it?" Qin Fei asked.

"Yes, I lost to you last time, I'm not convinced!" Han Jiuer said with her neck tilted.

"Okay, I will play with you once, and there will be no second win or loss. Also, racing is very dangerous, I advise you to avoid playing such dangerous activities to avoid harming others and yourself!" Qin Fei agreed, knowing that if he was not satisfied with this tomboy, he would definitely hold on to him.

"So long-winded, uncle!"

There are a few little girls, only seventeen or eighteen years old, who curled their lips at Qin Fei, looking unhappy.

Qin Fei didn't care about it either. After igniting the fire again, he said, "Okay, you get in the car."

"Are you driving a Jetta?" Han Jiuer was slightly stunned when she saw that Qin Fei had no intention of getting off the bus.

"What? Can't Jetta drive?" Qin Fei asked with a smile.

"Hmph, even if you step into the fuel tank, you can't catch up with my Mitsubishi evo. You are obviously humiliating me like this!" Han Jiuer slapped the hood and said angrily.

"I said, boy, cars are dead, people live. How fast do you dare to fly on the mountain road? Two hundred yards? I'm afraid it's not racing, but rushing to see the King of Hell!" Qin Fei glanced at Han Jiuer and felt that these people knew nothing about racing.

Seeing Qin Fei talking so well, Han Jiuer couldn't help frowning, thought of a possibility, and said, "Wait a minute, I'm going to check your engine, what if you cheat?"

"Sure enough, women are all petty!" Qin Fei didn't care, he just wanted to finish the squirt early and go home early.

After opening the engine compartment, Han Jiuer and several friends carefully checked it before closing the cover of the engine and snorted: "Okay, you're the one who's right. If Jetta wins me, I'll give you another 30,000!"

"Okay, I'll donate it to the orphanage!" Qin Fei didn't take this little money to heart.

But it sounded different to Han Jiuer's ears. She glared at Qin Fei with hatred, feeling very unconvinced, as if she had lost.

Han Jiuer gestded without looking back and then sat on her Mitsubishi.

At this time, a Lamborghini Maverick drove over with a deafening sound of air.

When the car window fell, a young man with white hair spitted out a smoke ring and said, "Jiu'er, you are getting less and less promising. Why don't you go with a bicycle racing with a bicycle racing with a broken Jetta?"

Han Jiuer frowned slightly and said unhappily: "Jin Yuanwu, who do I have to race with? What does it have to do with you?"

"Mr. Jin, it's so boring. Let's go and bomb the street. I have a few sisters waiting for us at the Dihao Nightclub!" On the passenger seat, a woman wearing a suspender and looking charming, hooked the neck of the white-haired young man and said delicately.

"Slutty, you know how to do it. Racing is more enjoyable than doing that." The white-haired young man smiled evilly, grabbed the charming woman's thigh. He glanced at Qin Fei a few times and said, "Let's do this, I'll let you see who reaches the top of the mountain first. Whoever loses will leave the car."

"You will suffer a loss in this way." Qin Fei couldn't help but remind the white-haired young man with "kindness". How embarrassed to use his Jetta to replace someone else's Lamborghini.

"Eat you and numb. My calf, 0-100 acceleration only takes 3.6 seconds. What about your breaking Jetta? 13.6 seconds? Just show off in front of me. I will make you unable to eat it and leave with me!" The white-haired young man shouted at me, looking quite furious.

"Then, you all heard it. If this person doesn't keep his word, you all will be a testimony." Qin Fei said with a smile.

"Don't worry, there are so many luxury cars in Mr. Jin's family, and this calf is not bad."

"We won first. If you lose later, you have to walk back. We are all sports cars and we have to take girls. Who will take you a big man?"

"That's right, I heard that there are a lot of perverts recently. If you walk halfway and sing the Golden Armor theme song, it will be bad."

The young people started to sneer. It was a fool to win against someone else's Lamborghini.

"Baby, sit firmly!" The white-haired young man, Jin Yuanwu, is also the son of another master of the Black Dragon Hall, otherwise, he would not dare to be so arrogant in front of Han Jiuer.

His identity and status are similar. But he is a man, so he naturally looks down on Han Jiuer and a girl.

So what if you do well, sooner or later, you will be fucked by a man with his legs apart.

Han Jiuer also knew Jin Yuanwu, and she was the kind of virtue of a second-generation ancestor. She snorted, and after getting in the car and fastened her seat belt, she retreated a few meters, and the three cars lined up in a straight line.

"It's only three seconds, I won't let you go." Jin Yuanwu was still smoking slowly, not taking Han Jiuer and Qin Fei seriously.

A woman in a bikini, skillfully holding a flag, walked to the middle of the three cars, and slowly raised it: "Three..."

"two...."

"one"

As the order flag fell, Han Jiuer let go of the handbrake and Mitsubishi rushed out with a buzzing sound.

Qin Fei naturally didn't dare to be arrogant. When it comes to straight-line acceleration, his Jetta really couldn't even eat other people's ash.

The two cars started almost at the same time, with the powerful airflow carrying a burst of dust and smoke.

The woman in the bikini in the middle opened her arms and was full of intoxication. She obviously had a little excited before, she was sucking fans.

"Mr. Jin, it's your turn to perform." The charming woman in the co-pilot squirted on Kim Won-woo's face and said with a charming smile.
Chapter completed!