As the night darkened, cars were parked on both sides of the highway where the speed bar was located, and at a glance, there was no end in sight.

If it was just a variety of sports cars and luxury cars in the past, then tonight there were a lot of civilian cars, each with the Chinese flag on it.

It's just that most of these civilian cars are consciously parked far away, and they are divided into two camps from the luxury car side, and the path is clear.

And others do the same.

The young ladies occupied the open space outside the bar, while the ordinary people stood on the roof of their respective cars, looking at this side with envious and timid eyes.

"Mr. Zhang, why are so many people here?" Shen Qingwei, the eldest young man of the Shen family, asked Zhang Jingfu suspiciously.

"I don't know who stabbed it on the Internet, and now everyone knows that tonight we have a decisive battle with the Oriental Short in the Underground Racing Holy Land of Huaguo, and if we lose, we will become the Oriental Autumn Famous Mountain Branch, and now the crowd is surging, don't you see that there are several live broadcast cars?" Zhang Jingfu said, but his face was not good-looking.

The matter has become so big that it has risen to the level of national honor, but Mr. Ye did not agree to come to the competition.

"Which rabbit cub stabbed on the Internet, Ben Shao knew that he had to be killed, originally lost at most a matter of our wealthy circle, but now it's good, it's become a matter of Huaguo's face, this is going to lose, we will be framed and sprayed to death by the Chinese." Shen Qingwei said angrily.

At this moment, the powerful roar of a sports car exploded in the distance.

In an instant, three sports cars roared in.

It was Ichiro Ozawa's McLaren P1 at the top, followed by a Ferrari and a Lamborghini.

"Ozawa-kun, come on."

"The god of Oriental cars, the best in the world."

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted in Oriental language, and a group of men and women rushed out of the crowd, waving the Oriental flag.

It turned out that these were Orientals in China, and after seeing the reports on the Internet, they all ran over to cheer.

At this time, Ozawa Ichiro got out of the car with his arms around the waist of a Chinese woman, and the sports car behind also got down two Oriental giants, the same one holding a Chinese woman.

Shen Qingwei had a gloomy face and walked forward with a few riders.

The two sides confronted each other in the center of the field, and the smell of gunpowder was full.

At this time, several live broadcast cars also started the live broadcast one after another, and the long camera was zoomed in, aiming at both sides.

"Shen Jun, are you ready to become our Oriental Autumn Famous Mountain Branch? When you see me Ichiro Ozawa in the future, remember to call me an adult. Ichiro Ozawa laughed wildly.

"Before you start comparing, is Mr. Ozawa so confident? Beware of capsizing in the gutter. Shen Qingwei gritted his teeth and said, although he felt that there was no hope in his heart, this scene still had to be supported.

"Capsized? If it doesn't exist, I'll have enough hands to deal with you soft-nosed. Ozawa Ichiro glanced at Shen Qingwei and his party contemptuously, his expression extremely arrogant.

"Who do you say is soft?" Shen Qingwei was furious.

"Of course it's you." Ichiro Ozawa raised a little finger and shouted in disdain: "Trash, you are trash, racing is even more trash."

Shen Qingwei and his entourage turned blue with anger, but they were defeated by their subordinates, and they had no way to refute it.

Everyone present showed extreme anger, and it was a shame to see the Orientals arrogant on the territory of China.

"I have more than a billion men in China, can't I find a man who can beat the Oriental shorty?"

"These wealthy families who play racing are really waste, one by one pretending to be five or six, but in front of the Oriental dwarf, they don't dare to put a fart."

Whether it was the scene or the netizens who were watching the live broadcast, they all scolded, and some people almost smashed their mobile phones in anger.

"Ask the Supreme Car God to fight and destroy the prestige of the Orientals."

"The Supreme Rider, the Supreme Rider."

There was a tsunami at the scene, and people urgently needed a heroic figure to support the face of China and the backbone of the hearts of the Chinese.

"Still dreaming? There is no supreme car god at all, it is all made up by you, only the weak with low self-esteem will tell this kind of big lie to put gold on your own face. Ozawa sneered disdainfully.

"Fart." Shen Qingwei said angrily.

"There are still ten minutes before the time we agreed, and if your fictional supreme car god does not appear in ten minutes, then I will win, and then I will smash that broken car to pieces." Ichiro Ozawa pointed to the Broken Jetta that had been offered up in front of the speed bar.

Shen Qingwei's face was extremely ugly, and he was silent for a while.

Ichiro Ozawa became even more arrogant, chattering with his friends in bird language, laughing sarcastically from time to time, which was obviously not a good thing.

At this moment, Zhang Jingfu suddenly took his mobile phone and ran over excitedly with a fat body.

"Ladies and gentlemen, after getting the news from Miss Du, the Supreme Car God agreed to come to the race, and now he is on his way here." Zhang Jingfu said excitedly.

Suddenly, everyone at the scene shouted excitedly.

Some people who have watched Ye Yunxiao's race are naturally full of confidence, and those who have not seen the competition, but most of them have seen today's drag racing news, and there is already news that the drag racing car is the supreme car god.

Therefore, they all felt that the Orientals would definitely lose this time.

"That's great, just let me meet your so-called Supreme Car God, there are still ten minutes, no, it's only nine minutes now, he can get there." Ichiro Ozawa spoke.

Everyone looked at Zhang Jingfu.

"Miss Du said they just set off from the Second Ring Road." Zhang Jingfu Road.

Suddenly, everyone felt like they were being poured a basin of ice water on their heads, and they were cold from head to foot.

The second ring road is here, although there is no traffic jam at this point in time, but it takes half an hour to drag the car over.

Nine minutes, that's impossible.

"For the sake of face, you can really make up everything, deliberately saying that the supreme car god is in the second ring, and being late is also a crime of non-war, because you didn't catch up, if this can make your face a little better, yes, you can be happy." Ichiro Ozawa laughed disdainfully.

At this time, the companion next to him raised the mobile phone in his hand and said loudly in stiff Chinese: "We have started an international live broadcast, and now millions of people around the world are watching the live broadcast, and your hypocritical and ugly face will be despised by racing fans all over the world." "

Sure enough, the screen of the mobile phone is full of unsightly words from racing enthusiasts from all over the world.

The onlookers were silent, and they all held a fire in their hearts, but they were suppressed.

This humiliation is heart-wrenching.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Eight minutes....

Six minutes....

Three minutes....

Finally, a countdown was played on the big screen, and the last thirty seconds were left, and it was still passing.

"It seems that your supreme car god can't arrive, you guys here, prepare to hang the sign of our Oriental Autumn Famous Mountain Branch, the brand of the Imperial Capital Racing Holy Land, just burn it as firewood."

"You Huaguo racing, you don't enter the stream at all."

"Maybe you will serve our Oriental riders well, and maybe they will teach you a trick and a half."

Ozawa Ichiro's words, like knives, were inserted into the hearts of everyone at the scene, and it also made the people in front of the mobile phone and computer feel endless humiliation.

"The Supreme Car God, the Supreme Car God!"

The people at the scene couldn't hold back anymore and roared loudly.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five..."

With three seconds left, Ichiro Ozawa and his companions burst out laughing.

"When the time comes, your supreme car god has not arrived, and you have lost." Ichiro Ozawa said loudly.

Shen Qingwei hung his head, and Zhang Jingfu's face was also gloomy.

Lost...

At this moment, a beastly roar was suddenly heard in the distance.

A black supercar is like a black lightning bolt, bringing a gust of wind and coming in an instant.

When the sports car arrived, it stopped with a nice flick.

"And one last second." Zhang Jingfu pointed to the big screen and roared.

Sure enough, at this point, it was only at zero at the last second.

The car door opened, and Ye Yunxiao walked out of the driver's seat.

He was driving Du Feiyan's shadow, and Du Feiyan and the others were rushing over in another car.

"You're the Supreme Rider?" Ozawa Ichiro looked at Ye Yunxiao suspiciously.

"Exactly, you're Ichiro Ozawa?" Ye Yunxiao stared at this dwarf coldly.

"Not bad." Ichiro Ozawa said proudly.

"Today, I'll turn you into a Ozawa Kazuinu and climb back to the East from here." Ye Yunxiao said coldly.

"Haha, you bragging is the first, you have to win me, I will do what you want, if you lose, kneel down for me in front of the camera of the international live broadcast and call Dad." Ozawa Ichiro laughed loudly, he didn't think that this so-called supreme car god had any real ability.

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