The night sky is filled with stars, at the foot of Baling Mountain, Huaxia racers face off against RB racers in what is said to be a friendly race, but everyone knows the outco of this race concerns the honor and dignity of the two countries.
Although Huaxia's overall racing strength is currently not as good as RB's, losing to the opponent on our own turf would be a huge embarrassnt.
However, the Huaxia racers also know that the odds of winning this race are very low.
It's all because the racers sent by RB are disciples of Fujiwara Takumi.
At the foot of Baling Mountain, crowds are gathering, heavy DJ music is booming among various advanced sports cars, whistles and screams are rising, everyone's face is full of excitent.
Racing is an adrenaline-fueled competition, and those who love racing are all passionate young people.
Even though they know tonight might be a loss of honor, they are still excited to see an exhilarating race.
"For honor, Situ Yang will definitely fight with all his might tonight; tonight's race is worth watching!"
"That's right, I've never seen Situ Yang go all out before. Although according to the data, Situ Yang is not a match for that little punk, if Situ Yang fights desperately for honor tonight, maybe he could actually beat that brat!"
Soone said this, but those supporting the little punk shook their heads disdainfully, believing that the little punk would definitely win this race.
"Heh, that Ye Qiu kid is really arrogant, but hearing him curse at the little punk just now was really satisfying!"
Ye Han felt satisfaction with Ye Qiu cursing the little punk earlier, and his impression of Ye Qiu improved significantly.
Ouyang Feng frowned slightly, saying, "Let remind you, Ye Han, we plan to ss with him..."
"I know." Ye Han nodded.
...
"Hmph, people can be arrogant and satisfying, hopefully, he doesn't drag Situ Yang down later!" Bai Yun, who initially wanted to replace Ye Qiu, felt satisfied with Ye Qiu's earlier cursing of the punk, but still thought Ye Qiu might drag Situ Yang down.
Ye Xuan, with her graceful figure, sat on a recliner sipping her drink, looking leisurely and not worried at all.
Bai Lingfeng looked at Ye Xuan with so confusion and said, "Xuan, why don't you seem worried at all!"
Ye Xuan said, "What's there to worry about? Tonight, that punk will definitely scurry back embarrassed!"
"Why are you so confident?" Bai Lingfeng said, "You must know that punk is the second-best racer among all the young racers in RB, and he is a direct disciple of Fujiwara Takumi. Although Situ Yang is formidable, he is far from being a match for him!"
Ye Xuan smiled lightly and said, "It's okay, Ye Qiu is here for everything!"
"Ye Qiu..." Bai Lingfeng was taken aback, wanting to say sothing, but looking at Ye Xuan's confident eyes, he suddenly glanced at Situ Yang's Wiesmann, seeing Ye Qiu lying in the seat dozing off, frowned, and suddenly had a bad feeling.
Then he abruptly looked at Ye Xuan and said, "Xuan, tell honestly, who exactly is Ye Qiu?"
Ye Xuan smiled lightly and said, "After the race, you'll know..."
...
The race between Situ Yang and the little punk is finally set to begin under the anticipation of countless people.
The little punk's GTR headlights shone brightly, with a high-performance Level 4 engine emitting a provocative roar.
Sitting in the car, the little punk looked grim: "Brat, I will show you what racing is, make you feel despair..."
"Don't be angry, he must not know who you are!"
Beside him, the alluring girl, not fully clothed, pressed her plump white chest against the little punk's arm, soothing him softly.
The little punk glanced at the ample white breasts of the alluring girl, mouse-like eyes generating a flash of brilliance, and a fire ignited in his lower abdon, evoking a sensation.
He touched his swelling beneath, then suddenly grabbed the girl's hair and pressed her down.
"Ah..."
The girl gasped, her pretty face pressing against the little punk's hard thing, imdiately understanding what was happening.
She rolled her eyes at the lecherously staring little punk and alluringly said, "Bad guy, do you want it now?"
The little punk said, "Seductive girl, bla you for being too enticing; hurry, blow ..."
"But you're about to race! I don't mind, but you..."
The alluring girl hadn't finished speaking before the little punk unzipped his pants, took out his ****, and grabbed the girl's head, pressing her down.
The alluring girl whimpered, breaking free from the little punk's grip, saying, "Don't rush, let do it myself."
Saying this, she licked her flaming red lips and slowly leaned down...
"Oh yeah..."
The little punk leaned back comfortably in his seat...
Then he stroked the hair of the diligent alluring girl, letting out a sly smile, looked at Situ Yang and Ye Qiu in the Wiesmann beside, and said, "Let show you, I can ** and race at the sa ti, yet in the end, you will still lose..."
...
In the Wiesmann, Situ Yang glanced at the little punk's GTR. Although a bit blurry, he could still make out the situation. He frowned tightly and said to Ye Qiu, "This guy is really controlled by his lust; about to race and he's actually..."
Ye Qiu also looked at the little punk's GTR and shook his head slightly, saying, "Aren't those punks always like that? That whole country considers this kind of thing as culture; what's so curious about it?"
Stretching lazily, he squinted as he reclined in the seat and said, "The more he underestimates us, the better. When he loses, I'm curious to see his expression; I'm sure it will be quite interesting."
Looking at Ye Qiu, whose face was full of confidence, Situ Yang also felt reassured, sohow a willingness to believe this guy, who wasn't as strong as him.
"Maybe he really can create a miracle."
Situ Yang thought to himself, then looked ahead where preparations for the countdown had begun, a seductive girl dressed in a cheongsam stood, saying, "The race is about to start..."
Ye Qiu also slowly opened his eyes and nodded: "Let's start quickly, so I can go back to sleep... I didn't sleep well last night, feeling a bit tired..."
Outside, people are excited, their spirits at the highest, ready for the race, yet Ye Qiu just wants to finish quickly to go back to sleep.
For a mont, Situ Yang felt speechless, shaking his head without saying anything.
Just then, he saw the young girl ahead raising a flag and starting the countdown...
"It's starting..."
Situ Yang's gaze focused, then he pressed the accelerator, causing the Wiesmann's engine to let out a roaring hum, ready to leap out like a fierce tiger.
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