The car is going very fast, please bear with it.

Hu Zhihe and Chen Yixin were deeply moved and unable to calm down for a long time.

"What the hell?!"

Hu Zhihe scoffed, "At their age, why are they still playing this 'hot-blooded' game?"

Chen Yixin followed up: "Exactly, isn't this just too melodramatic, too... awkward?"

Hu Zhihe: "Are you going to do it or not?"

Chen Yixin: "If I don't do it, will you?"

Hu Zhihe: "At my age, who's going to do this?"

Chen Yixin: "Do you think we old folks can buy into this?"

Hu Zhihe: "Would we old folks really fall for this?"

Chen Yixin: "Funny~"

Hu Zhihe: "Despicable!"

boom!!!

Before he could finish speaking...

Suddenly, the roar of an engine came from behind.

The sound came from the engine compartment, from the exhaust pipe at the rear of the vehicle, and from the walkie-talkie.

At the same time, both of their race cars accelerated, chasing after Lao Wu and the leading group.

Hu Zhihe laughed: "You're joking!"

Chen Yixin retorted, "You're despicable!"

Then, they suddenly exclaimed in unison, "Hahahaha!"

"Let's do it!"

At the same time, the flame in their hearts, which seemed to have been extinguished long ago, suddenly reignited and burned fiercely.

Like a wildfire spreading across the plains.

Are middle-aged and elderly people losing their passion?

Indeed, middle-aged and elderly people have experienced too much, their passion has long since cooled, and they no longer have that fighting spirit.

but···

Middle-aged and elderly people are the most unwilling to accept old age and the least willing to give up.

This is my absolute favorite!

"I've never been younger than I am today," Hu Zhihe murmured.

"In this match, victory or defeat doesn't matter; all we want is to experience it to the fullest," Chen Yixin whispered. "To...the youngest version of ourselves in our lives!"

Old Wu is going on a rampage.

But in the rearview mirror, the two old friends' cars suddenly accelerated.

The banter and playful teasing between the two over the walkie-talkie made him chuckle.

Old He chuckled: "These two~"

"You've corrupted me too."

Old Wu retorted, "What do you mean I've corrupted you? We're race car drivers! We're competing! What's the point of just thinking about retirement if we're not giving it our all?"

"I call this returning to my original aspirations and striving for excellence."

Old He sighed, "That's true."

"Actually, people of our age are too hesitant and have too many concerns, which makes them afraid to make mistakes and afraid to take risks."

"Instead, we've lost our former passion and purity, but... can we accept the consequences of failure with equanimity?"

After a two-second silence, Lao Wu smiled.

"Old generals never die, they just gradually fade away."

"The consequences of failure are certainly terrible, but what is even more terrible is that when you look back on the past with gray hair, all you have left is numbness and a sense of worthlessness."

"Everyone needs to give themselves an explanation, even if it's their last dance."

Even in failure, there is still a shining achievement left behind.

Old He nodded emphatically.

Old Wu grinned and picked up the walkie-talkie: "What are you two talking about?"

"If you don't keep up, I'm going to be the first one here."

Hu Zhihe: "You dog, where do you think you're going!"

Chen Yixin: "Take this kick from me!"

"Fuck him!"

"Charge!"

The three "old guys" were filled with enthusiasm, as if they had returned to their youth, or as if they were seeing their former selves.

That figure, fresh off the field, full of passion, giving his all in every match, fighting to the very end.

The so-called "scrolling marquee"...

It's not just the main character who has it.

"Everyone has a temper!"

"So what if he's Huang Sichen? Isn't he still in the same race as us?"

"Take turns breaking the wind and sucking in the wake, let's get them!"

「···」

The three veterans teamed up again, accelerating and roaring forward.

Five cars in the first group?

We caught up!

It's beyond!

But they didn't slow down; in fact, they gradually accelerated, further squeezing out the car's power, unleashing its maximum performance, and fighting to the very end!

The leading group of five cars were overtaken one after another, leaving them stunned.

Previously, Lao Wu and his group had a plan and tactics.

The leading group also has its own tactics and plans.

Furthermore, their vehicles underwent a series of special tunings and modifications according to their own plans.

But now, the first group has changed hands.

How can we execute tactical plans like this?

What the hell are you talking about?!

The five cars in the first group were devastated.

"No, what are they doing?!"

"Are Lao Wu and Lao Hu begging like madmen?"

"They're all veterans, everyone knows each other well. Given their personalities, shouldn't they be sneaking around looking for opportunities? Why have they suddenly gone mad?"

"Wait, what the hell is going on here?"

"What kind of rhythm is this? The rhythm is completely messed up!"

"How the hell am I supposed to drive this?"

All five racers, including their navigator, are currently swearing on public channels.

That's absolutely ridiculous!

With the tactical plan disrupted, it's impossible to continue playing according to the original plan. To regain control of the rhythm and take back the initiative, the only option is to fight back into the leading group.

After a brief moment of panic, they made a decision.

And it speeds up too!

"Rush!"

"To regain our position in the top tier, we can lose to Huang Sichen, but we cannot lose to these guys."

"Go ahead and charge! Damn it, nobody's going to disrupt our tactical plan."

"Who doesn't have an accelerator under their foot?"

Speed ​​up, speed up.

Keep going!

The five cars from the former first group, now the second group, also started racing.

Their teamwork wasn't as seamless as Lao Wu's trio, but it was still excellent. They were all genuine T2-level drivers, so their basic skills were naturally top-notch.

The car has undergone professional modifications; when it comes to a real competition, who's afraid of whom?!

The former second group, now the third group, was also dumbfounded.

Their tactics were mostly the same as those of Lao Wu and his two companions before.

This third group is also the largest in number.

There are fewer than eighty race cars, but there are more than fifty of them here, stretching over a large area!

The problem is...

Their tactic was to closely follow the leading group, let the leading group's cars clear the mines and scout the way for them, and take the opportunity to conserve their strength, and finally break out a few dozen kilometers before the finish line to overtake them.

just now!

The first group became the second group, and the second group became the third group.

The first and second groups are going crazy, going all out and treating the starting line like the finish line.

What the hell do I do?

Chase?

Then we'll have to floor it, push the car to its limits, and put it to the ultimate test ahead of schedule.

Not chasing?

Once you've fallen far behind, a strong wind might blow away all the tire tracks left by the car in front, rendering the purpose of having the car in front scout the way completely useless. Moreover, once you've fallen too far behind, it's extremely difficult to overtake again.

It seems like there are choices.

In reality, there was no choice at all!

Unless you have no interest in the ranking, you have to grit your teeth and push forward relentlessly.

If you don't step up, someone else will.

If someone else pushes you up, your ranking will fall further and further behind.

This is such a simple principle that all the contestants can understand it.

Therefore, floor oil is the only answer.

hum! ! !

All the race cars are accelerating.