Soon, the two cars rushed onto a straight track again.

Tang Luo looked at the Ferrari in the rearview mirror, chuckled and stepped on the brakes.

Then, he turned the steering wheel a little to the right, and the car leaned to the right and fell down the window.

When Wang Feixiang saw Tang Luo's car suddenly slowing down, he was happy. Is there something wrong with this guy's car?

He fell down the car window and looked at Tang Luo, wanting to ridicule a few words.

Tang Luo smiled and nodded at Wang Feixiang, made a neck wiping action, and then raised it to the car window.

When Wang Feixiang saw his movements, he almost punched the steering wheel.

What he was even more certain was that this guy's driving skills were not what he imagined.

"Cao, you're dead, whether on or off the court."

Wang Feixiang scolded, what is this?

This is a bare-hearted provocation!

It was obviously overwhelming his body, but he was slowing down. This was so fucking too much.

Tang Luo's series of actions were clearly photographed from multiple angles by high-speed cameras on the field and two drones in the air.

Including Wang Feixiang's expression.

There was a commotion in the crowd.

Xiang Ling'er looked at Tang Luo's bad expression, pursed her red lips and smiled.

At the same time, Wang Feixiang had to grit his teeth and slam the accelerator under his feet.

The two cars drove side by side again.

The schedule was mostly done, with the last turn left and continuous turns.

Wang Feixiang was still struggling, still holding the last trace of fantasy.

The audience also held their breath without any movement.

Everyone understood that Tang Luo had already made an action to play with Wang Feixiang.

There is no doubt that these two curves will determine the final result.

Xiang Ling'er was already waiting to step forward to give Tang Luo a victorious hug.

Tang Luo looked at the last section of the road on the display screen in the car, and his eyes flashed with coolness.

Okay, I won’t play anymore, see you at the end.

Tang Luo really wanted to light a cigarette handsomely, but thinking about it, he should get off the car.

In the last ninety-degree bend, Tang Luo drifted directly without slowing down at all.

Wang Feixiang was shocked again. This guy's driving skills were obviously of a first-class driver.

But why don’t I know his name?

I also felt that it was not the time to think about this, so Wang Feixiang slowed down a little, which was pretty good to pass the curve.

But he couldn't do anything like Tang Luo at all.

After leaving the curve, Tang Luo was almost out of his entire body.

The last continuous bend is already in front of you.

Tang Luo continued to make efforts.

No matter how you play the process, you will win the final end point more beautifully and handsomely.

Wang Feixiang was still chewing, trying to catch up.

Entering the last continuous bend, Tang Luo still did not slow down much.

His movements were clearly visible on the large screen of the field, shocking everyone.

They have seen many second-rate first-class drivers here, but have never seen anyone who can move as fast and neatly as Tang Luo's movements.

Wang Feixiang also saw Tang Luo's movements passing the corner, and his heart suddenly became cold, and he felt that there was no greater sorrow than death.

Is this a car that is still a human being?

I haven't seen him before, Wang Feixiang is already regretting that he is racing with Tang Luo.

He could only press the speed of the car and entered a continuous curve.

At this time, Tang Luo's car had already driven out of the corner and arrived at the last straight track. The victory or defeat was already obvious.

The crowd was filled with sighs and scolding, because too many people bet Wang Feixiang.

Of course there were some cheers, because they did not place bets, just a melon-eating crowd.

Tang Luo continued to slam the accelerator and accelerated.

The last hundred meters, fifty meters, twenty meters passed the finish line.

Finally, with a perfect drift, Tang Luo stopped the car steadily.

A burst of cheers broke out in the crowd, including those who bet on the bets, who had forgotten that they had lost money.

There is no way, this game was really shocking. Even viewers who have watched professional-level games feel that they are far from comparable to this game.

Then the Porsche door opened and Tang Luo got out of the car, but he was not in a hurry to walk.

He raised his hand, took out a cigarette from his body, lit it, and wanted to smoke it in the car just now.

At this time, Porsche's tires had already started to emit white smoke, and the logistics personnel were quickly arriving at the scene and became busy.

So when Song Tianpeng and Xiang Ling'er ran towards Tang Luo, he was smoking cigarettes in the clouds and mist like a god.

The engine roared closer, and Wang Feixiang's Ferrari also rushed through the finish line.

At this time, Tang Luo was surrounded by stars and was covered with water.

Tang Luo still enjoyed it quite a bit. Although he had already gotten used to it, he enjoyed it every time.

Xiang Ling'er rushed towards Tang Luo, completely ignoring the gazes of so many people around him.

She jumped up, put her arms around Tang Luo's neck, and her feet off the ground.

This action scared Tang Luo, but he still hugged Xiang Ling'er.

This made the beauties present taste a lot.

Some people also plan to get in close contact, and you can get a deeper understanding at night.

After all, this man is handsome, rich, and has such excellent driving skills.

But when they saw Xiang Ling'er, they all gave up again.

"How is it, Luo Ge didn't disappoint you."

Tang Luo whispered to Xiang Ling'er's ear.

"Loco, I knew that there was no one better than you."

Xiang Ling'er was talking, feeling the gentle breathing in his ears, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart.

"Brother Luo, you are so awesome."

When Xiang Ling'er got off Tang Luo, Song Tianpeng shouted excitedly, wanting to have a hug.

"Stop it, I received the flattery, but I still don't have the hug."

Tang Luo stopped Song Tianpeng's actions in time.

The crowd was still cheering, and everyone no longer cared whether to win or lose money. They seemed to have witnessed the birth of a car god!

Wang Feixiang got out of the car and looked at Tang Luo in the distance, with hatred raging in his heart.

Today I did lose my money. Originally, the halo belonged to me, and I could still earn 200 million yuan.

But now they were all snatched away by this kid, and Wang Feixiang really felt like he fell from the sky to the ground.

Tang Luo was not familiar with the venue, but he deliberately slowed down his car while racing.

Isn't this a fucking insult?

Wang Feixiang punched the car, and at the same time he was also thinking about how to regain his face next.

Well, you must do something.

Since I lost on the field, I would go out and break his third leg. The woman I, Mr. Wang, must be taken away.

Thinking of this, Wang Feixiang stared at Tang Luo not far away and couldn't help but sneer.

Mr. Liu came to Wang Feixiang and noticed his expression.

"Mr. Wang, don't take it to heart. That guy is just lucky."

Mr. Liu comforted.

"Hmph, he can have luck on the track. If he goes out, he is afraid he won't have such good luck."

Wang Feixiang narrowed his eyes and said coldly.
Chapter completed!