Rebirth of the National Male God: Master Quan, Fancy Favorite Chapter 167

   Chapter 167 Drag Racing (4)

   "Hahahahaha, I really want to meet that lunatic who drives! Even the boss can't catch up with her, she is really talented!"

   Beamon grabbed his hat, rubbed his hair, and laughed loudly.

   Brun didn't speak, his brown eyes stared at the speeding car ahead without blinking, his face indifferent.

   "Hahahahahaha, Andre, do you feel this way?"

   Beamon laughed heartily and said indifferently, "Is there a feeling that we will fail today!"

  Andre, that is, the man with blond hair and blue eyes frowned. He knew that Beamon's intuition was always accurate, but he felt that it was impossible to fail.

   After all, they have never failed, at least since their small team was established, they have never failed.

  The black-haired man sitting in the driver's seat curled his mouth and said slowly: "Don't worry, don't worry, a good show is about to begin!"

   "Boss, what's the fun? Say it and listen!"

  Bimon bared his teeth, but his eyes kept staring at the valuable Rolls-Royce in front of him. Those fiery gazes seemed to melt people.

   Right in this notorious death zone, I saw two cars chasing each other, as if they were competing.

  If someone sees it, they will probably think that this is some rich second generation playing in drag racing.

  Qu Yizhao saw that the car was biting tightly behind him, and then hooked the corners of his mouth, the arc that was drawn was almost exactly the same as that of the black-haired man.

  Things became more and more interesting. Just at a steep bend, Qu Yizhao still had no intention of slowing down.

  The black-haired man driving the off-road vehicle knew that it was an extremely steep turn. If he didn't slow down, the car might crash and kill people.

   He pursed his lips and looked at the expensive Rolls-Royce. After thinking about it, he still slowed down.

   Just like that, the Rolls-Royce flew away like a gust of wind, and he just watched the Rolls-Royce rushing straight past.

  But the imagined scene of car crash and death did not appear, only the Rolls-Royce passed perfectly with amazing arcs and drifts.

   Beamon couldn't help shouting: "This is simply not human! Could it be that Quan Bingyan knew that we were going to assassinate him, and specially found a top international racing driver to drive for him?"

  Bren said flatly: "What a lunatic! If Quan Bingyan continues to let this man drive for him, sooner or later he will have a heart attack and die."

  Andre raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and asked, "Why do you say that?"

  Bren added silently: "Didn't you see it? The rear tire of that car fell off the cliff just a little bit. This driver is either crazy or wants to die with Quan Bingyan."

  Andre listened and rubbed his temples, madman? perish together? He always felt that something was wrong.

  Quan Bingyan, although he didn't know this man, he had heard rumors. How could this man put his life in the hands of others?

  How strange it is to think, Andre grinned, and then threw the topic to the black-haired man in the driver's seat.

   "Boss, what do you think?"

  The black-haired man shook the muscles next to his cheeks, opened his eyes full of hostility and bloodthirsty, and said, "Oh, this guy is quite good at playing! He was tricked by the other party!"

  (end of this chapter)

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