The young master of the president kneels and sings conquest

At the same time, there was a loud bang, and the engines of the two vehicles started at the same time——

Everyone watched the two cars speeding past in shock. They never doubted Han Yuxuan's strength.

This seemingly feminine man has extraordinary strength in racing. Since he started to join this dark racing association, for more than ten years, no one has been his opponent.

But, Lan Qianchen, this fluffy boy, this flower who grew up in the greenhouse, why can he be so outstanding at such a young age.

Leaving aside his magnificent drifting skills, just because of the scrap car he chose, Han Yuxuan was inferior to him by a large margin.

However, there was no trace of discouragement or despair on his face, on the contrary, his confident expression mixed with his innate indifference and dignity seemed to cast a charming radiance on his face.

The 18 series of bends, called "Death Abyss", is a nightmare for countless people.

There are many famous racing drivers who flew out here. Because of their excessive speed, they fell half-paralyzed and shed tears of regret all their lives.

But Lan Qianchen passed this track as if it were a straight road, flowing smoothly, without any stumbling or apprehension.

Gradually, everyone's eyes were attracted to Lan Qianchen. No one had ever been as talented as him, young and talented.

Even Su Muze, who had known him for the longest time, widened his eyes, afraid of missing any moment, there was no worry in his eyes when he looked at Lan Qianchen.

The car lights bloomed dazzling beams against each other, as if they were competing with each other!

Finally the moment has come when the two cars will collide with each other!

And each car started to speed up, all holding the determination to smash the other car into pieces!

Han Yuxuan took a deep breath and held the steering wheel tightly. He had already seen Lan Qianchen's every move through his monitor just now, and his magnificent racing skills had already fallen into his eyes.

He licked the corners of his dry lips. It would be a pity if such an excellent man died...

I really want to have a good fight with him!

The two cars approached gradually, but when Han Yuxuan saw the expression on Lan Qianchen's face, he almost lost his mind!

He is actually laughing!

Still with that contemptuous smile, his eyes seemed to stay on Han Yuxuan, but he didn't seem to care about him.

This is a game of mind, but it is obvious that Lan Qianchen has won!

"Lan Qianchen, I don't believe you're not afraid of death!" Han Yuxuan stepped on the accelerator again, with a sound of "Yeah," the Porsche rushed towards the yellow Thunder like a flash of lightning—

Everyone held their breath, watching this shocking moment——

But miraculously, the white Porsche stopped a few centimeters away from the yellow car. Han Yuxuan seemed to have suffered a major blow, lying on the steering wheel, panting heavily...

And Lan Qianchen is still so comfortable.

The dilapidated little yellow car didn't have that good braking skills. After stepping on the brakes at the same time as Han Yuxuan, it slid forward for a short distance and hit the Porsche lightly before stopping.

Lan Qianchen opened the car door, got out of the car, and stared down at the embarrassed Han Yuxuan like a king, "You lost!"

At the same time, waves of applause erupted from the crowd throughout the track. Everyone was sincerely impressed by this man's temperament, courage, and wisdom!