Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

The racing training field is huge, almost the same as the race field next door.

Because the scene was cleared, apart from the two cars of Huo Yao and Huo Changfeng, there were only a few cars driven by Cheng Ming and his subordinates in the racetrack.

Huo Yao's car parked on the runway line, with his hands on the steering wheel at will, his head leaning against the seat, a pair of peach eyes looking at the empty lane outside, lazily.

It's been a long time since I touched the car.

Huo Changfeng, who was on the runway next door, was ready. He turned his head and looked at Huo Yao's side, with a bright expression, "Are you ready?"

Huo Yao sat upright, only raised his hand in the air to make a handsome gesture, and then the next moment, the accelerator suddenly stepped on, and the streamlined cool sports car turned into a silvery gray like a sharp arrow and galloped out in the night.

Huo Changfeng learned about Huo Yao's drag racing skills from Cheng Ming. When he described it a few days ago, his heart was itchy. At this moment, seeing this scene, the blood all over his body seemed to boil at this moment.

Step on the foot, and the car followed closely.

In the night, two cars rushed one after another like a whirlwind on the track, especially the silver-gray ghost sports car. The speed and the smooth drifting technique when cornering are completely comparable to professional racers.

Seeing this, Huo Changfeng's interest in his eyes is deeper. Missy is okay.

*

In the monitoring room next door to the stadium.

"Brother Yang, I’m afraid it’s not easy to win today’s race. Cruise's team invited Andy, who is ranked third in the world. The race driver on our side is not a bit different from him."

Yang Yi watched the more than a dozen modified sports cars slowly take their place on the monitoring screen, especially the leading sports car on the left. The blond man leaning on the front of the car, the arrogant arrogance is almost hard to feel through the monitoring screen. .

That is Andy, who is ranked third in the world.

Yang Yi's eyes condensed slightly. Compared with their Min family's team, they have already opened a certain distance from the momentum. Today's game, it seems to have seen the result before it started.

"Has Zhou Xun come?" Yang Yi raised his hand and looked at the time before asking.

The warm-up is over in twenty minutes and the official game is about to enter.

The subordinate nodded, "I've been here for a while, maybe because of a bit of pressure, he drove to the nearby training ground."

Zhou Yixun is the second-ranked professional racer in China. To the world's third-ranked Andy, this pressure... Yang Yi pressed his brows and said: "Call people back and prepare."

"Okay, I will go now."

Yang Yi raised his head again and looked at the big monitor screen in front of him. His eyes were deep. He didn't know where the master was now. If he were there, there would still be a chance of winning in today's game...

If he loses, that batch of rare weapon materials will fall to Cruise, Yang Yi's face sinks, and that batch of materials can only belong to the Min family.

He took out his cell phone and dialed out.

*

On Monday, Xun drove his car to the training ground next door. Before entering the track, he was stopped by a few cars parked at the intersection.

"Sorry, we have already rented the venue here, so please leave." Cheng Ming was dressed in black, with a strong stern body and not much expression on his face. At first glance, he looked like an ugly person.

Zhou Zhou Xun held the steering wheel, looked at Cheng Ming outside, and frowned.