The vest of the almighty boss can't hide it

Chapter 392 I Don't Pick Up Trash

"Okay, let me explain the rules." The rider on the opposite side got off the bike, wearing a helmet, with his eyes behind the goggles, a bit cunning.

"Cut." Jiang Bufan snorted disdainfully, sat in the car, and didn't even intend to get off.

These so-called drag racing parties in Haicheng are nothing more than a group of pampered rich second-generation teams who come out to have fun when they have nothing to do.

It's not at the same level as my own who has been specially trained abroad.

"This time there are obstacles on the track, whether we can pass it depends on everyone's ability, and some minor bumps can't go home and sue their parents." After the leader on the opposite side finished speaking, the team behind him laughed.

Jiang Bufan thought, who do you look down on, the young master has always been aboveboard in drag racing.If it weren't for the old man watching, he would have turned into a professional racer a long time ago. As for the PK with this group of underground drag racing gangs!
"I said, this young master from the capital, if you get knocked somewhere, you can't go home and cry to your parents." Seeing that he was unmoved, the leader provocatively said.

"Take care of yourself." Jiang Bufan put his helmet on, turned the car around, and sprayed exhaust fumes on the other side.

The other party turned around in the lead, and winked at the two buddies behind him. The buddies nodded, signaling to rest assured.

The drag racing begins.

In fact, Jiang Bufan has never run an obstacle race. He has always felt that adding obstacles to the track is a child's game, and those who are really capable are directly comparing speed.

However, he didn't want to show his timidity in front of the second-generation party members in Haicheng.

With an order, the car roared and ran out. As soon as he got on the track, he felt that something was wrong.

I have never seen obstacles on the track before, but I can pass them with my own ability, and the other party seems to have negotiated with more than a dozen cars. Squeeze over obstacles.

At a speed of more than 200 kilometers per hour, a slight mistake is life-threatening.

Jiang Bufan clenched his teeth, not daring to relax for a moment.

When he was about to pass a curve, Jiang Bufan made a bend, and the car behind him tilted down at a large angle. The angle of the car's incision was too large, and Jiang Bufan flew out while brushing against the opponent. There was a pile of tires in front of him, and he plunged into it. , Rolling several times in a row, it took a long time to stop.

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It took Jiang Bufan a long time to get up from the tires. The other party took the lead to see that he had come out, and said in disappointment, "This kid can come out whole."

"That's right, I thought that even if I didn't fall into a fool, I could at least lose an arm and a leg."

At the end of the circle, Jiang Bufan dragged his legs and walked over.

More than a dozen drivers on the other side looked at him with a sneer.

"Dude, you're still alive, why are you so careless?"

"Fortunately, nothing good or bad came out, otherwise I was worried that you would go home to find your mother."

"Hahaha."

A group of people laughed viciously, without any sense of shame.

Jiang Bufan ignored them, went straight to the man who was not in his car, and grabbed him, "You bastard did it on purpose..."

The other party lazily said with disdain: "I did it on purpose, what's the matter, you are not as skilled as others, and you think it's just playing tricks on the field."

"You..." Jiang Bufan raised his fist.

"Yo, do you want to do it?"

Immediately, a dozen people gathered around.

"Do you dare to compete with me?"

A girl's voice came from behind.

A dozen people turned their heads in unison, and saw a girl wearing a black down jacket, a woolen hat and gloves, behind the white smoke she spoke was a beautiful and exquisite face.

"Sister-in-law..." Jiang Bufan was stunned.

Several people on the other side exchanged glances. They were originally the rich second generation who came out to play, and their words and deeds were mostly frivolous and arrogant.

"Your sister-in-law? Hahaha, why don't you tease me, I think such a young sister-in-law is more suitable for me." One person made an obscene joke.

Lin Yan walked over, grabbed Jiang Bufan's fist, and pressed down forcefully, then looked at the man who spoke, "No, I don't pick up trash."

(End of this chapter)