Just as Song Tianpeng went to get to know the venue, there was another burst of people not far away.

The club bets at the opening.

After all, many people have more fun coming here than just watching racing cars, and they have to take a gamble to be worth the trip.

"Hey, who did you bet on just now?"

"I bet on Mr. Wang. I heard that Mr. Wang often races and is already a D-class driver."

"Well, I'll bet on Mr. Wang too."

"I bet on Young Master Song. I have seen Young Master Song racing, and my level is also very awesome."

Some people who had returned from betting were talking to each other.

"Brother Luo, who can win if you think they two can win?"

Asked Ling'er.

"It's hard to say. Even though Lao Song is a little inferior, the game still has its on-the-spot performance and luck."

Tang Luo said seriously.

The two were chatting casually, and Song Tianpeng and Wang Feixiang were back.

They parked the car at the starting point and got out of the car.

"Old Song, can you relax a little, I'm a little nervous."

Tang Luo was joking and wanted Song Tianpeng to relax a little.

"Haha, Luo Ge laughed."

Song Tianpeng smiled only then.

What he cared about was not 200 million, but more because the two were in the same circle, so face was very important.

"It's normal, but safety is the most important thing."

Tang Luo was joking, but he still cared about it.

"Yeah, OK, Luo Ge."

Song Tianpeng nodded.

"If I really lose, I will still be there."

Tang Luo said playfully.

He seemed to have expected that he might have to add a scene tonight.

"Please take the rider in place."

The broadcast sound came.

Song Tianpeng didn't react to Tang Luo's words for a moment, said hello, and walked towards the Porsche 911 muttered.

And you?

Haven't you just driven a racing car? What's going on?

Song Tianpeng got into the car and no longer thought about it so that he could get into the state quickly.

Wang Feixiang and Song Tianpeng looked at each other and made another move to wipe their necks.

Song Tianpeng sneered and slowly rose to the car window.

The countdown to the last ten seconds of the timer begins, a beautiful woman in exposed clothes stands at the front of two cars, dancing the flag in her hand.

Buzzing!

The two cars roared in place, like two beasts about to break away from the fence.

The beauty twisted her delicate body, and just as the countdown reached the last second, the flag in her hand suddenly fell.

The two racing cars roared loudly and rushed out at the same time.

"So fast!"

When this idea flashed across the scene, the two cars were already dozens of meters away!

There is no obvious gap between the two cars running side by side.

Soon, the two cars drove through the first curve.

At this time, Song Tianpeng's car was slightly faster than Wang Feixiang's body.

"Brother Luo, look, Young Master Song is ahead."

Xiang Ling'er looked at the big screen and said happily.

"Um."

Tang Luo nodded.

But his attention was not focused on Song Tianpengchao's body half of the car.

He was observing how the two people dealt with each other in the face of a curve.

After another continuous curve, Tang Luo narrowed his eyes and confirmed.

It turns out that Wang Feixiang has an idea.

He was deliberately creating an illusion for Song Tianpeng and giving him an illusion.

In other words, it is showing weakness and making your opponent look down on yourself.

Finally, overtake it again.

Tang Luo thought about this and could only hope that Song Tianpeng would not underestimate the enemy.

After several consecutive bends and obstacles, Song Tianpeng's car had exceeded the distance of Wang Feixiang's body.

At this time, Song Tianpeng was exactly what Tang Luo was worried about, and he was already a little proud.

Isn’t this Wang Feixiang claiming to be a D-class professional racer?

Are you bragging and professional?

But that's it!

Song Tianpeng chuckled, and the accelerator under his feet was still stomping on it.

After halfway through the schedule, Song Tianpeng still leads.

"Brother Luo, is Mr. Song sure to win?"

Asked Ling'er.

"This is not true."

Tang Luo shook his head.

"Hmm? There is one third left, but Young Master Song has been leading the way."

Xiang Ling'er was surprised, and the majority of people who have views like her were still there.

I didn't see Wang Feixiang making any compensation. He seemed to have already admitted defeat and followed Song Tianpeng like this.

It was just that Wang Feixiang did some fake moves, but Tang Luo saw them very clearly.

The balance of chances of winning now has just turned to Wang Feixiang.

There is also the last bend and a continuous bend, which is the straight line to the end point.

Some viewers who bet on Wang Feixiang's winning have begun to be discouraged.

There was no hope, I was sure to lose, and the scolding came immediately.

"Brother Luo, Song Tianpeng must win."

Xiang Ling'er said affirmatively again.

Tang Luo shook his head.

"What, do you think Wang Feixiang will win?"

Xiang Ling'er looked at Tang Luo.

"Um."

Tang Luo nodded.

"Tsk, how could that happen? Let's make a bet."

Said Xiang Ling'er.

Tang Luo was also interested when he heard this. Make a bet? OK.

"How to bet?"

"You said it wrong, you have to promise me something, but I haven't thought about it yet."

Xiang Ling'er smiled at Tang Luo. She also wanted to make a bet temporarily, but she didn't remember what to bet for the time being.
To be continued...