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With the bright sunshine in the morning, Qin Luo quietly opened his eyes.

Today is the day when he takes the third exam, and also the day when he gets his "driver's license".

"Mom, I went to learn to drive."

After talking to his mother Fu Xiaowan, Qin Luo opened the door, swept a small yellow car, and walked towards the driving school.

But Qin Luo was stunned when he walked to the door of the driving school.

I saw that the door was full of all kinds of vehicles, Civic, Mercedes-Benz, BMW, and even Porsche, Bentley, Ferrari and other world-renowned cars, directly filling the driving school's field races.

what's the situation? Drive show? Qin Luo was a little confused.

Wow!

When Qin Luo was stunned, the car door opened and a group of young people from society got out.

They were all dressed in black punk leather clothes, with a blue headscarf wrapped around the Tou Shan, and their arms were covered with tattoos.

At first glance, it is an organized and premeditated drag racing clan.

As for the purpose of their coming to the driving school, Qin Luo felt that there was only one possibility: most of the driving license was revoked, and the driver's license was tested again.

"A group of scumbags..."

Qin Luo smiled faintly, and walked into the driving school.

But as soon as he stepped into the door, a cold voice came into his ears: "Who is the coach of 8238?"

I saw a young man walking out of a crowd, his gaze was full, and he scanned the crowd coldly.

8238? Qin Luo was taken aback, isn't this the license plate of the coach car he drove yesterday?

Is this guy here to find fault? At this moment, Qin Luo narrowed his eyes.

"It's me!" Song Shuhang walked out of the crowd with a cry.

Seeing these unscrupulous "motorcyclists" in front of him, his brows wrinkled tightly and his face was a little gloomy.

"I heard that you have been turning very hard, and you will race one lap at Jianfeng?" Looking at Song Shuhang, the young man showed a disdainful smile.

Yijianfeng, located in the northeastern suburbs of Beishan City, is named after it resembles a sword soaring to the sky. The roads here are steep, with many bends, and there is only a narrow road up and down the mountain.

Therefore, it has become a holy place in the minds of motorcyclists. Accidents occur almost every day, and people are sent to the morgue every week.

Going to Yijianfeng to drag a car is no different from sending you to death!

Song Shuhang's expression became more and more gloomy. He glanced at each other coldly and said sharply: "This is a driving school. No one will drag racing with you. Now you are leaving and want to drag racing to go elsewhere."

"Ha ha……"

Hearing Song Shuhang's words, the young man sneered disdainfully, and slowly said, "It's all about agreeing today. If you don't agree, I can close this driving school tomorrow."

Threat, the threat of Chiguoguo.

The anger in Song Shuhang's heart rose again. He raised his right hand, pointed at the young man tremblingly, and said sharply: "Believe it or not, I will call the police immediately."

Call the police?

The young man smiled faintly.

Motorcyclists are not something that everyone can be. In their circle, everyone's identity is not simple. Their family is either rich or powerful.

Take him as an example, his father is one of the top ten entrepreneurs in Beishan City, and his wealth is in the hundreds of millions.

Song Shuhang's words, he didn't care at all.

After a faint glance at Song Shuhang, he waved at the younger brother behind him, and suddenly all the younger brothers opened the car door and sat in the upper driving position.