When Tang Luo and the others came outside, the bodyguard had already driven the car to the door.

The three got into the car and drove to the Mashan Racing Park in the outskirts of Beijing.

Mashan Racing Stadium is divided into two parts: the flat field at the foot of the mountain and the mountain ring field at the top of the mountain.

The length of the track at the foot of the mountain is 4.5 kilometers and the track level is level 2.

The length of the mountain track is 5.5 kilometers and the track level is level 1.

The racing stadium is open to the public and is qualified to hold professional competitions.

This place is not only in the capital, but also in the entire East China.

The competition between Song Tianpeng and Wang Feixiang was held at the track at the foot of the mountain.

On the way, Song Tianpeng introduced these situations to Tang Luo.

"Do you know the level of his racing?"

Tang Luo asked.

"Well, it is said that I can reach the professional D-level level. Compared to him, I still have less cars to play."

Song Tianpeng seemed a little lack of confidence as he spoke.

"Old Song, this is not even a good match. Just try your best. The brave ones will win when they meet on a narrow road."

Tang Luo could feel Song Tianpeng’s lack of confidence and encouraged with a smile.

Song Tianpeng nodded vigorously.

After more than forty minutes, the car arrived at the parking lot at the foot of Mashan Mountain.

In front of the brightly lit club, many handsome men and beautiful women have gathered.

Many of them were spectators who were there when they last race.

When they heard that the two young masters were going to play in person, the bet was still 200 million yuan, the people who were on the gossip went crazy.

So the number of viewers this time is even worse than the last time.

As soon as Tang Luo and the other two got out of the car, they heard a huge roar of the engine, from far to near.

This is a modified Ferrari F8.

"Old Song, is this Wang Feixiang's car?"

Tang Luo looked at such a flamboyant car and guessed.

"Yeah, it's him."

Song Tianpeng's expression began to become serious.

Ferrari F8 roared from far to near, whistling towards Tang Luo and Song Tianpeng, without any intention of stopping.

Tang Luo was fearless and still stood there, like the Dinghai Sword Needle.

Song Tianpeng looked at the F8 getting closer and closer, but felt a little panicked.

He wanted to avoid it, but when he looked at Tang Luo again, he gritted his teeth and stopped moving.

"Luo Ge, go away."

Xiang Ling'er shouted behind Tang Luo, trying hard to pull him aside.

But Tang Luo did not move at all, and he protected Xiang Ling'er behind him again.

With a sharp and sudden brake sound, the F8 stopped, only a dozen centimeters away from Tang Luo and Song Tianpeng. After braked a second later, they must have hit it.

At this time, Song Tianpeng's forehead was covered with cold sweat, but fortunately it was not easy to be noticed at night.

"Ling'er, I'm fine."

Tang Luo turned around and smiled at Xiang Ling'er and comforted him.

Xiang Ling'er was very helpless. Luo Ge could still laugh and almost ran into him just now.

But when he thought of such an urgent moment, Tang Luo was still protecting himself, and a warm feeling rose in his heart.

The door of Ferrari F8 slowly opened, and it was Wang Feixiang who got out of the car.

This is a medium-sized, big-bellied and pooping young man.

His head is round and his eyes are small, which seems to make people feel even more difficult to see his heart.

"Oh, sorry, you two, there may be some problems with the modification of this car. You have to let me go later, Mr. Song."

Wang Feixiang looked at Song Tianpeng and said with a smile.

At this time, he also noticed Tang Luo next to Song Tianpeng.

In the car, he felt that this person had courage and good determination, and Song Tianpeng could not compare.

Wang Feixiang was a little confused.

Who is this guy?

How could he stand with Song Tianpeng?

"I think it may not be a problem with the car modification."

Song Tianpeng was about to swear, but Tang Luo spoke first and deliberately paused.

Wang Feixiang turned his head and looked at Tang Luo. What does it mean?

"Maybe it's blind."

Tang Luo finished speaking lightly.

puff.

Song Tianpeng, who was beside him, almost couldn't hold back his laughter when he heard Tang Luo's words. Luo Ge was quite civilized in scolding people.

"Who the hell are you talking about?"

Wang Feixiang's little eyes glared.

"Whoever is blind is talking about whoever is talking about."

Before Tang Luo could speak, Song Tianpeng retorted first.

"Don't be crazy, wait until you will cry."

Wang Feixiang suppressed his anger.

He knew Song Tianpeng and dared to target him.

But I have to think about Tang Luo, after all, I haven't figured it out yet.

Furthermore, he is also confident that he can beat Song Tianpeng.

"Luoge, go and see my car."

Song Tianpeng said to Tang Luo.

Tang Luo took Xiang Ling'er's hand and no longer paid attention to Wang Feixiang. There would be a chance to deal with this guy when he would wait.

At this time, Wang Feixiang also noticed Xiang Ling'er, and a stunning flashed in his eyes. This little girl is so beautiful.

As he looked at it, his heart rippled. Tonight, besides the 200 million, it seems that he can still gain some surprises.

Tang Luo stepped in front of Xiang Ling'er, and a trace of murderous intent filled his eyes, covering Wang Feixiang.

They are all men, and Tang Luo knows very well what Wang Feixiang is thinking.

Wang Feixiang suddenly felt a chill on his body and suddenly felt a chill on his back.

"Hmph, see you on the field, prepare your 200 million."

Wang Feixiang threw down a scene and returned to the car angrily.

"Mr. Wang, it hurts your body."

Song Tianpeng said with a knife.

“…”

Wang Feixiang's eyes turned cold, let you look good later!

"Mr. Song, the car is ready, you can try it."

A man in his thirties came to Song Tianpeng and said respectfully.

"Okay, Luo Ge, Ling'er, let's go."

Song Tianpeng nodded.

Soon, Tang Luo and Xiang Ling'er met Song Tianpeng's car, a black Porsche 911.

After the evaluation of club professionals, the theoretical data of these two cars are similar and there is no difference.

Xiang Ling'er followed Tang Luo, and she was really excited about the scene today.

She usually doesn't and doesn't want to come to such a place, but today it's different. After all, she is with Tang Luo.
To be continued...