The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

Suppressing his short-lived shock, Li Xi saw a broken mountain road in front of him.

The two cars were driving side by side. The first big bend was 90 degrees, and it was almost slanted as they rushed up the mountain. From the CAR's perspective, it looked like they were about to rush down the cliff.

Whoosh

A fierce wind blew outside the window. Accompanied by a sharp drift, the two cars made a beautiful 90-degree turn at the same time.

The Ferrari's speed was slightly worse than the modification of the black electricity.

However, Xia Ling's skills could make up for all of this.

When she came here to win the Ferrari, no one believed that she could win against that man.

Sitting in the race car, her speed soared again and again. The feeling of driving the entire car as if she was sprinting on the tip of the wind. Xia Ling controlled the steering wheel, accurately adjusting the state of the mountain road and the condition of her car.

This kind of mental tension was at its peak, but it felt like she had entered a new realm. Xia Ling enjoyed it immensely.

The speed of the car had already reached its maximum. The car beside her was already showing signs of being left behind by her.

A 200-mile-per-hour turn No matter how skilled a person was, they could not risk their lives like this.

Xia Ling narrowed her eyes slightly. She felt that she could handle it with ease.

Of course, if the car could handle it, she would be able to drive a 300-mile-per-hour car. Unfortunately, even if the Ferrari had been modified, its current speed was the limit.

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On the dark road.

Those standing at the foot of the mountain could only see the situation of the two cars from the surveillance cameras inside the car.

Hei Dian's speed was the fastest among this group of people. The racer who controlled the black dots was also the most professional and first-rate among them. He had won awards in domestic racing competitions.

But now, after two laps, it was obvious that the fiery-red Ferrari quickly left Hei Dian behind. Although it was only a body gap, as long as the Ferrari did not make any mistakes, it was only a matter of time before Hei Dian lost.

After three laps, the race ended.

The Gypsy girl blew her whistle, and the sharp whistle pierced through the night sky.

At the same time, the Ferrari came to an abrupt stop.

The next second, black lightning reached the finish line.

This time, they were betting on the opponent's race car.

Xia Ling's Ferrari had been won by the rich second generation behind this racer.

"thanks for letting me win. " Xia Ling got out of the car.

She was wearing a casual outfit, a small jacket, revealing her midriff, ripped jeans, and a pair of flat shoes. This outfit was tall and sexy.

When Xia Ling walked down, the men in the black market car park whistled.

Of course, they knew Xia Ling. She was the woman who had won the Black Electric Ferrari with an ordinary car yesterday.

The two of them arranged another match because the racer wanted to get the Ferrari back.

However, he lost again.

Due to the difference in technology, the Black Electric car was once again won by the girl.

This modified car was worth 50 to 60 million yuan, and the two cars were worth hundreds of millions.

The racer felt a little distressed. He stared at Xia Ling's cold face and did not shake her hand.

He stared at Xia Ling for a long time with an oppressive gaze.

"What? BOSS LEI CAN'T AFFORD TO LOSE? " Xia Ling raised her eyebrows.

One sentence poked at the racer's identity.

In this circle, anyone who knew the identity of the racer, boss Lei, was certainly not an ordinary person.

Even if his heart ached so much that he wanted to break the contract, when he heard the girl's indifferent cry, the racer gritted his teeth and clapped the girl's hand against her fist.

"thank you! "

"Urgh"

A muffled sound of vomiting came from the side of the Ferrari.