Although Jiang Feng's BMW began to quickly narrow the gap as soon as he entered the straight road, nothing was helpful. Tang and Song rushed through the final finish line without any danger, and a new champion was born.

After crossing the finish line, Tang Song gradually slowed down, and Ducati stopped at the corner of Turn 1. The 1, 2, and 3 players who could get the prize money for the race had been generated, and the rankings behind had no meaning. The three riders who were squirted did not continue to move forward, and the race ended.

As soon as Tang Song stopped the motorcycle, he couldn't wait to turn around and ask Qin Simu behind him. He asked her, "How are you?"

"I'm fine." Qin Simu let go of the hand that was tightly embracing Tang Song. After turning over and getting out of the car lightly, Qin Simu slightly tidied up her black hair that was blown by the wind. Then, she took out a hairband from her pocket like a magic trick and handed it to Tang Song. She said, "Help me tie it."

After saying that, Qin Simu turned around and held his long hair with both hands. Tang Song stopped the motorcycle and stood behind Qin Simu. He gently tied her hairband. Looking at Qin Simu's beautiful ponytail, Tang Song said with relief: "It's fine you're fine."

"What can I do? I'm not a daughter." Qin Simu's smile was quite proud. Humph, what's so great about it? I'll just endure it. I can do what they can do for their boyfriends, and I can do it for him.

At this time, Wang Zhengdao and Yang Zheng and others came over. Wang Zhengdao gave Tang Song a thumbs up, and he said, "I didn't take it wrong. You are indeed a master."

Yang Zheng, holding a stopwatch, said, "You are awesome. We refreshed our record in the first game."

Wang Yuancheng, who was on the side, said to the people around him: "14 minutes, 21 seconds, 8, he also broke the record of that kid Zeng Cheng, and our record is finally back."

Yang Zheng said, "Don't mention that damn person, you'll be upset when you hear it."

"Who is Zeng Cheng?" Chang Dexing asked the people present loudly.

"Who knows him!"

"I haven't heard of this person before!" Everyone present laughed and joked, but Tang Song understood that the guy named Zeng Cheng should be the holder of the original record. Moreover, he had a little grudge with the group of people in front of him.

At this time, Jiang Feng slowly walked to Tang Song, and he stretched out his hand to him and said, "Although I lost very much, I still want to congratulate you, that parking space belongs to you."

Wang Yuancheng on the other side also nodded to Tang Song, and he said, "You ran well."

In terms of nature, underground racing gangs are actually gangs. When it comes to gangs, many people will feel disgusted or even hate them. In their eyes, white society is a fair society. Because white society has strict rules and regulations, which can effectively restrict unfairness. However, the underworld does not have these, so the underworld is unfair. But the fact is not the case. In some aspects, white society with strict rules and regulations is not as fair as the underworld. The underworld follows the jungle law, and strength is the only right to speak. Tang and Song won their respect with their strength. Jiang Feng and Wang Yuancheng's attitude towards Tang and Song prove this. This is difficult to do in Bai society. People with fathers are tricked by them.

They were polite, and of course Tang Song was polite too. He smiled and reached out to hold Jiang Feng, saying, "I just said casually last night, don't take it seriously."

Wang Zhengdao smiled and said, "It's still what I said last night, I'll be my own people from now on."

Drivers will have a bit of a sympathy when competing with each other. As the saying goes, willing to bet and accept losing, winning means winning, and losing means losing, and everyone has nothing to say. It is hard to say if it is not a driver. For example, Chang Dexing, he has no common characteristics with drivers. He cannot understand the driver's definition of "win and lose", so he is still resentful of what happened last night.

Yang Zheng took out three black plastic bags of different sizes and handed them to the people who received 1, 2, and 3. He said, "Count it, I won't admit it if I pass by."

Tang Song opened the plastic bag and looked roughly. It was tied into a cylindrical red ticket, no more or less, just 14 cylinders, which was the 140,000 championship prize. Wang Zhengdao said: "Don't worry, if you have fakes, you can come and find it."

At this time, a sound of destruction of harmony came from the walkie-talkie. Brother Dao, Brother Dao found that a large number of outsiders entered the factory. They were all riding motorcycles and were sure that they were not policemen.

Yang Zheng immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "You keep the door in check, we will arrive soon."

"Hey, don't be nervous." Wang Zhengdao said calmly: "Open the door and let them in. It's been a long time since no one has been there to join in the fun."

Tang Song picked out a few tubes of money and passed it. After basically confirming that there was no fish-eye mixed in, he put the money into the narrow tool box of the motorcycle. I don’t know how long the eyeliner Wang Zhengdao put it. It took Tang Song a while before he heard the roar of the motorcycle. Soon, more than 20 people riding motorcycles appeared in front of Tang Song and the others. These people did not search the guys, and it didn’t seem like they were coming to make trouble. They parked the car and walked slowly towards Tang Song and the others.

Among the people who came, a young man wearing a motorcycle competition suit was the first to speak. He said to Wang Zhengdao: "Brother Dao, long time no see, how are you doing?"

Wang Zhengdao didn't say anything, Yang Zheng was furious first. He said to the person who spoke lukewarmly: "Zeng Cheng, you came so coincidental. I have a question and want to ask you. I remember that someone said that he will never come back. I have a bad memory and forgot who the person said this. I only remember that the man has a thick skin, just like he has rubbed against the Great Wall. Do you remember who that person is?"

Zeng Cheng smiled and said, "But I remember the original words of that person were, he would never come back to the competition."

Chang Dexing, who was here, immediately interrupted and said, "I didn't hear him say the word 'competition'."

Zeng Cheng turned his head to the young man in work clothes beside him and said, "You must have not met your senior brother for a long time. Should you reminisce about the past?"

The young man in work clothes was not very polite to his own people. He said, "Your grudges are your business. You can solve them as you like, don't involve me."

Chang Dexing snorted coldly and whispered: "False benevolence and false righteousness."

Wang Zhengdao ignored Zeng Cheng. He said to the middle-aged man who stood beside Zeng Cheng and looked very solid in figure: "Old Duan, nightlife is about to begin. Everyone is very busy. Just say something."

Tang Song was not interested in the grievances of these people. At this moment, he had a new gaming experience. The scenery in front of him turned into a TV screen without a signal source. After a short frequency flashed, a new channel appeared. Zeng Cheng's red Yamaha became a three-dimensional perspective simulation in his eyes. Tang Song has learned to be used to it, and this is his professional talent skills operating. This time, the professional talent skills seem to have changed a little new. Wherever Tang Song stared at, the mechanical products would become a three-dimensional perspective simulation. After playing for a while, Tang Song, who had a sudden idea, focused his attention on the large steel device around him. Soon, a huge and complex three-dimensional perspective simulation image appeared in front of Tang Song.

Just as Tang Song was about to take a closer look at the structure of this steel device, the three-dimensional perspective simulation diagram in his eyes suddenly began to flicker, and a huge exclamation point popped up, and the system showed that Tang Song's professional talent skills could not support the data volume of the device. Tang Song didn't want to understand that this was another trick to seduce himself to upgrade. If you want to upgrade, you have to consume it. What awaited him was the slaughter knife raised by the dead black iron goose.
Chapter completed!