"Taking away my job?" Gurley sneered, "Such a person hasn't appeared yet."

"Don't worry, you will appear soon."

"Gerry, don't talk nonsense to him. We must win this game for more than 20 seconds to have a sense of accomplishment. Don't give him any chance."

"I know it well. The Aston Martin I drove here is very well modified, and I have completely adapted to it. It is possible to beat them by 30 seconds, let alone 20 seconds."

"What we want is this state. We cannot give them any chance."

"You still want to beat us for 30 fucking seconds? I think you're dreaming."

"Old Qin, what's the point of saying harsh words now? I advise you to prepare for the formalities quickly and deliver the car later."

"Don't show off, wait until you finish running."

At this moment, the exclamation sounded again in the racing track.

"Look, the beautiful driver has been following Huang Wanqi closely. She has already entered the third lap. I feel that the final gap should be controlled within 10 seconds."

"I think so too. This woman is too fierce. This is the Type-R. Other cars simply can't stand driving like this."

"Come on, beauty!"

"It must be controlled within 10 seconds!"

"From now on, you are my idol!"

Almost a minute later, the third lap ended, and the result surprised everyone!

The difference is 8 seconds!

In other words, after three full laps, Li Chuhan, as an amateur, was only ahead of a professional driver by three seconds. This is already a very terrifying result!

Just when everyone was amazed, the fourth game began!

"Actually, I feel that there is no need to run in the fourth leg. Except for Mr. Qin who is three seconds ahead, the rest of the team is lagging behind. It is impossible to win."

"In fact, losing is natural. After all, they are professional drivers and cannot be compared to amateurs. Now it depends on how much they lose in the end."

"Young Master Qin is known as the Emperor of Shanghai in Zhonghai. If we lose this game, we will lose all our face."

"There is no other way. He was tricked by Zhao Zhengyang, so he has no choice but to admit defeat."

At the same time, Huang Wanqi came back and said, "Zhengyang, I'm really sorry, I'm only three seconds ahead. I have to say, that woman still has something."

"It doesn't matter. They drove twelve cars today. With Gurley's strength, it won't be a problem to lead by another four seconds."

"Haha, I think so too."

"Holy shit, what's going on? Laiken's speed should be over 200! He's chasing Gurley's Aston Martin!"

"This is just the beginning, at least get back 1 second!"

"The straight-line speed of 200 is not terrible, but he seems to have no intention of slowing down and seems to be entering the corner at this speed!"

"Holy shit, shit, shit!"

"He really entered the corner at this speed!"

Everyone who saw this scene was so frightened that they dared not speak.

They have only seen scenes like this in F1 races, and have never seen anyone drive a sports car out of F1.

"Look, Gurley slowed down to enter the corner, and the gap was at least three seconds!"

Li Chuhan stared at his beautiful eyes and never thought that the car could still be driven like this.

How could he be so powerful?

Li Chuhan has never admired anyone, but Lin Yi is the first.

Lin Yi ran faster and faster, and the gap between him and Gurley became smaller and smaller!

At this time, everyone had the same idea in their minds. It was estimated that Lin Yi could catch up with the gap after the first lap.

All that’s left is to see how much we catch up!

"Brother Lin is so awesome, isn't he? Ge Li is a professional. He caught up with the time of 8 seconds in just one lap?"

Liang Jinming and Gao Zongyuan had never seen Lin Yi racing, and this time they were completely stunned.

"Let me just say that Lao Lin is awesome. If you still don't believe it, this damn veteran driver is the god of Qiu Mingshan."

Some people were happy, some were sad, and the expressions of Zhao Zhengyang and others were broken.

He thought that by recruiting three professional racing drivers, he would win this competition, but he never thought that Lin Yi had such superb driving skills!

"9 seconds!"

"This speed is simply inhuman. After the second lap, I was 9 seconds ahead!"

Seeing such results, Zhao Zhengyang's heart dropped to the bottom of his heart.

He had just finished two laps, and with the 8 seconds he had lost earlier, Lin Yi had overtaken him by a full 17 seconds. By the time he finished the third lap, the taillights of his car were no longer visible.

Just when everyone was sighing at Lin Yi's amazing driving skills.

I was shocked to find that Lin Yi stopped at the end of the third lap.

This confusing operation puzzled everyone, and Qin Han smacked his thigh anxiously.

"Old Lin is knitting. Hurry up and rush over. As long as we rush over, we will win!"

"Haha..." Zhao Zhengyang laughed, "Qin Han, please stop dreaming. I think his car broke down and it is impossible to run to the finish line."

"I'm just kidding, I'm here in Laiken, how can I be so bad as I say?"

"With the way he drives, no car can handle it. It will definitely explode." Zhao Zhengyang smiled with confidence, "It's really an eye opener for God. Just wait and deliver the car obediently."

Boom boom boom——

But at this moment, the roar came again.

Zhao Zhengyang saw Lin Yi's Laiken and rushed to the finish line in a hurry!

"W-what's going on here? Isn't the car broken?"

Qin Han was also puzzled. Since the car was not broken, why did it have to stop for a while at the end before driving over?

"Damn it, I know what Mr. Lin means. He was holding on to the time, and he was ahead by exactly 11 seconds, because 11 cars from the FB Club happened to drive over!"

"No, this is too shameful!"

"Young Master Lin is awesome, this kind of saucy operation is unprecedented and unprecedented!"

"11 seconds to slap in the face, so fucking exciting!"

The game ended soon. Lin Yi and Ge Li drove over, looked at Zhao Zhengyang with smiles and said:

"I happened to catch up with you by 11 seconds and won all your cars. It made me feel a little embarrassed."

"Give me a car!"

"Give me a car!"

"Give me a car!"

The onlookers in the field shouted in unison, Zhao Zhengyang clenched his fists, and his heart was so furious that a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

"Brother Zhao, are you okay?" Fan Qinan and Wu Qingyu rushed over and helped Zhao Zhengyang up.

"It's okay, I won't die yet."

"What do we do now?"

"What else can I do? Hand over the car keys!"

Everyone in the FB club looked embarrassed and reluctantly handed over their car keys.

They didn't feel bad about the money, but the loss of face was too big.

Lin Yi weighed Zhao Zhengyang's one77 car keys in his hand, "From now on, the title of Fourth Young Master of Zhonghai will have nothing to do with you."

"Humph, do you think we are rare?"

Zhao Zhengyang snorted coldly, "Let's go!"

"Don't leave in a hurry yet." Lin Yi said from behind:

"The road ahead is a bit dark and it's inconvenient to walk."

Zhao Zhengyang looked back at Lin Yi, "What do you mean!"
Chapter completed!