The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1056 My destination can only be...

In the night sky, the sound of engines roared.

A silver racing car followed Di Wei, ready to overtake.

The driver of Diwei smiled provocatively through the rearview mirror, and held the steering wheel firmly with both hands. Suddenly, the tires rubbed against the ground, making a screeching sound.

The silver car had some accidents, but this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to overtake. Immediately increase the accelerator to overtake and enter the curve.

"Want to surpass your grandfather? Kid, you're a little tender."

As soon as the driver of Diwei stepped on the accelerator, it seemed like a rocket rushing out of the atmosphere, rushing towards the silver car with incomparable momentum!
Bang!
With a loud noise, the silver racing car was knocked off the track, nearly half of its body was destroyed, but there was no problem with the front of Di Wei.

The audience exclaimed.

It is not only because of the super performance of Emperor Wei, but also because of the ingenious collision point of the driver of Emperor Wei.

The driver of Diwei smiled in satisfaction, fixed his eyes on the car that was catching up in the rearview mirror, and was about to perform his stunt again...

Seeing the end of the silver racing car, the cars behind did not dare to move.

The driver of Diwei was a little disappointed.

The mountain won't come?Then he went to the mountains.

Then it was like a show of his whole person. With his superb technology and excellent performance, he played with other cars like toys.

In order to avoid him, many racing cars collided, overturned, rushed out of the track, etc., and various situations emerged one after another.

On the rostrum, many people's faces were ashen.

But this is the law of the underworld.

Even though they put on the cloak of the civilization of racing, the essence remains the same, even more arrogant.

Diwei rode Juechen and became the first one to cross the finish line without any suspense, leaving behind a trail of tatters.

The door opened and the driver got out of the car slowly.

His body was trembling slightly, and he was even panting violently, but his hands still took off the helmet steadily.

The moment they saw his face, the audience was dead silent.

After a while, there was an overwhelming cry.

The driver just waved calmly: "Hi everyone, I'm Zhao Rishang."

Over sixty!

One leg is prosthetic!
He can even race cars!
He can even win the championship!
Winner of five consecutive F1 Grand Prix, create another glories!
This is a miracle!
Everyone's heart will burst when they see this scene!

Reporters from major media scrambled to interview him.

The reporter asked: "Are you in good health?"

Zhao Rishang: "Very good."

Reporter: "Why do you still participate in the Grand Prix at such an old age?"

Zhao Rishang: "Back to the light."

Reporter: "What motivates you to win today's championship?"

Zhao Rishang: "Where is the need for encouragement? Those boys are too young, so I just play around."

Reporter: "After winning the championship, how do you feel?"

Zhao Rishang: "Drag racing feels really good!"

Reporter: "Why do you say that?"

Zhao Rishang: "My attending doctor hates me very much. He banned me from cars a few months ago. I didn't even have the chance to touch the car. If I didn't participate in this event, I still wouldn't be able to touch the car today."

Reporter: "Your attending doctor is also for your own good."

Zhao Rishang: "However, as a racing driver, my destination can only be the car, the field, and the track."

Reporter: "You are a myth in the racing world, but you have never brought students. Will you take students and guide them yourself?"

Zhao Rishang raised his head and saw Mo Junting and Yan Zhixin running down from the rostrum and rushing towards him, a gratified smile appeared on his face: "No, I already have someone who will succeed me."

　Did any little fairies guess it was him?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)