On the TV, there was a <> that was regarded as the by the racing racers. The two cars were bitten tightly, one curve, two curves, the sound of tire grip, gear switching, sharp eyes, and contemptuous smile. When the two cars reached the last corner, the car behind forced beyond the inner circle, successfully surpassed, and was the first to cross the finish line.

It's just that no one watched it in front of the TV.

There were only a few dirty tart cloths on the backrest of the chair, and on the table next to the chair, there were piles of messy wrenches, tools and other iron tools.

Inside the table, a slightly larger space, Ziyou's electric spark came out from behind a motorcycle.

This motorcycle has a dark blue body and a smooth and gorgeous appearance. Even if it stands there quietly, it gives people the illusion of the engine roaring. The perfect assembly line shape is amazing. Even if a person has no understanding of the car, he will be as amazed as a beautiful woman. He is spotless and can be called the best.

"Beep beep beep..." The phone rang on the table.

The person who lowered his head and changed his car behind the car ignored the phone. He is now the most important step in modifying the motorcycle. He is so focused that he has never heard of the call. This kind of infatuation is like facing a lover in love.

At this time, anyone who wants to stab him in the back will definitely succeed without any stagnation.

After he finished his work and took off his cover, he heard the phone ringing constantly.

"Hello, this is Kowloon Bay Car Repair Store." The mechanic is a middle-aged man in his forties, holding the microphone's hand. He is dark, thick and powerful, and his appearance is the kind that he can't recognize if he is thrown into the crowd.

The other party asked a few simple questions on the phone, and the middle-aged man immediately replied: "No, I have work at hand... Yes. I'm going to go on the road to test the car tomorrow night. Yes, I don't know the owner, I should be a very rich owner. This is how it is to do business. The customer is my God. Even if I promise, I can't do anything to do if I have to live...

Well, I will do my best to do your business."

He lit a cigarette and stood in the dim light. The burly man stood silently in the dim light. He vomited a cigarette ring. The man thought in his mind that he should change something in the car. He was so focused that he stood intently like a sculpture.

The door suddenly rang, and a young man with colorful hair dyed in came in.

"Uncle Lin!"

"Well, your car is ready, it's parked outside. Remember not to be too crazy, you have to have life to speed up."

"I know, I just came in and told you Uncle Lin." Zamao sighed around the car, "Oh! Whose car is this? It's so arrogant? It's even more awesome than my YAMAHA-YZF-R1!" Zamao played with countless cars, but she couldn't tell what the car was. She just felt that she was full of wild energy, two words, fierce!

If you have to add an adjective, it is terrifying and tough!

"You can only see, don't move, move a piece of paint, can you afford it? Even if you take out your bird egg, I can't spare you!"

"Yes, yes, Uncle Lin. Then I'll leave. Money. When I win that girl tonight, I'll send the money." Zamao looked frivolous and had a frivolous look. Her butt was not too heavy, and she smiled, and she looked like a standard gangster.

Uncle Lin knew what kind of virtue Zamao was. Although he was frivolous, his racing skills were a few times. He waved his hand and signaled Zamao to leave quickly. Don’t disturb his thinking. Money was irrelevant to him, and the car was his lifeblood.

Zamao didn't forget to look at the car before leaving. This car was definitely the best guy he had ever seen, but he knew Uncle Lin's temper. The entire eight-cylinder 1000CC engine could not afford it. Uncle Lin's car modification technology is one of the best in Hong Kong. Many underground racing people change cars based on his name, and no expert would say it would be good for anyone who changed the car by hand.

Such a person will naturally stomp his feet in the racing world, and the entire Kowloon and half of Hong Kong will sway.

He was still lucky enough to get the special care of Uncle Lin, which was also an important capital for him to brag about others.

The key was on the table, and Zamao took the key well and went out.

Outside the door, there was a nobita woman sitting on the seat of the YAMAHA-YZF-R1. She saw the miscellaneous hair coming out and said in a coquettish voice: "Brother De, why have you been there for so long~ People can't wait. The wind outside is like this, and I don't know how to cherish others~"

"Don't come with me and sit in the back. If I don't love you, you won't be fighting for an hour at night, but impotence and premature ejaculation." The cursing mao stepped on the YAMAHA-YZF-R1 and inserted the car key. The moment he inserted the car key, he felt that he was inserted into an extremely noble hole. He sighed in his heart, Uncle Lin's craftsmanship is nothing. He felt different before he rode. Although Uncle Lin doesn't show any signs of dew, he might be a master of racing.

For real car tycoons, driving is more exciting than playing with women.

When it comes to the miscellaneous Mao Sima Jiande, his image is a bit scattered, but when he gets on the car, his temperament will completely change.

First, my eyes sank, and then my mouth swelled up, and my body muscles were ready to go.

"Brother De, your helmet."

"Put it on for me, don't forget to wear yours." Only at this time will Sima Jiande appear serious. This is respect for cars. A person who does not know how to respect cars cannot play racing.

"I don't wear it. I like the feeling of hair flying in the wind. How cool it is!" If she hadn't thought that this man was driving cool enough, she wouldn't have been lazy to serve his sesame and green bean-sized lifeline every night.

Tsk, if you don’t wear it, forget it if you don’t wear it, don’t cry with me then! Sima Jiande sneered in his heart, women only have long hair and short knowledge. What do you think the car modified by Uncle Lin?!

Ignite, start, neutral, blow oil.

YAMAHA-YZF-R1 made a rumble and harsh sound! There were traffic in Kowloon’s territory. The lane was the most prosperous time!

Cool!

I picked the second gear directly, and instantly changed to the third gear. The moment the clutch was released, I picked the fourth gear again. The YAMAHA-YZF-R1 was like a blue whirlwind, advocating the colorful lane.

"Ah--" On the back seat, the woman with big breasts screamed, and her whole body was pressed against Sima Jiande's back. The huge breasts were pressed against the man's spine, and the hair was shivering in her ears, and she had long forgotten the feeling of long hair flying in the wind. The vehicles around her were originally moving back quickly at this moment. Sima Jiande was the master on this road.

"Do you like it? If you like you, Brother De can be faster than 50!"

"No. No!" Although the big-breasted woman couldn't hear clearly what Brother Gang said, the wind was in her ears.

And the continuous shaking of her body left and right told her that the next thing was to accelerate almost life-threatening!

This is not a car! It's so fast! A woman with big breasts regrets it a little. Is this the old man's modified car? This YAMAHA-YZF-R1A she used to sit on the ground, fast, indeed fast, but never so fast!

Just after a daytime modification, it became so fast?

But she didn't know that this car was just a little change from that old man. The one who was modifying it all day today was the mysterious dark blue motorcycle.

Gradually, the woman with big breasts was a little accustomed to the speed that made her heart jump out of her chest. She approached Sima Jiande's ear and shouted: "Brother De, where are we going now?"

Sima Jiande was immersed in the rapid pleasure, coupled with the whistling wind in his ears, he couldn't hear the woman nagging anything. In his eyes, there was only one thing, overtaking. Overtaking again! Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Ferrari, Rolls-Royce, Peugeot, Mitsubishi, Honda... all of them are going to be behind me!

Next, as long as you solve that crazy bitch, you will have the money to sign up for the annual Underground Royal Racing Championship in Hong Kong!

I heard that there will be several mysterious characters participating in the competition at that time, and maybe there will be their own idols among them.

In the rolling traffic, a blue whirlwind carried Sima Jiande and his horse, galloping rapidly along Victoria Bay and all the way to Saigon Baisha Bay.

Reduce, neutral, glide, and the accelerator does not decrease. Just need the exhaust throat to make a sharp and sharp sound, which is enough to tell people nearby, boys, Sima bitch is here!

On a vacant land in Baisha Bay, there are thirty or forty modified locomotives of different styles. Harlem, which is wide and comfortable like an aircraft carrier, lying on the outermost periphery of the site.

Earrings, sunglasses, and various exaggerated ornaments constitute the biggest feature of this group of riders. Without looking at it, you also know that this is a gathering place for racing racers.

Several gasoline barrels were burning around the venue, and the raging firelight added a wild and unrestrained atmosphere to the noisy and bustling venue.

"Bitch De Ge, bitch De Ge is here!" There is no disgusting to call Sima Jiande "Bitch". On the contrary, it is a nickname.

"Boss, haha, we thought you didn't dare to come!" A slick little brother stepped on a skateboard and came up.

"Damn it, go play while playing. Will your boss be scared by a woman?!" Sima Jiande gradually gained confidence after getting familiar with the car.

"Hehe, my sister-in-law is radiant today!"

When the woman with big breasts heard this, she was so angry that she threw a hygienic eye and said in a whisper: "You are the sweet-mouthed guy. Tell me, where is my sister-in-law beautiful?"

"Well, that's right, look at your disheveled hair and your face is as white as paper. At first glance, you're the one who just escaped from hell..."

"Bah! You bad guy, I cut off your bad tongue!" The woman shook the waves on her chest, her eyes scattered.

"Okay, stop making trouble. Huizai, is that bitch here?" Sima Jiande had no intention of seeing the two of them flirting, took off his helmet and handed it to Ma Zi behind him.

"I haven't seen her yet. Maybe that bitch knew that Brother De had asked Uncle Lin to change his car and didn't dare to come and face the challenge! Besides, she might be 'hospitable' by us. Brother De, you have to know that we are not as 'sexual blessing' as you, and we are all hungry."

"Hehe, you're fucking sweet! Get out of here, throw your annoying board aside, it's as unprosperous as a young boy with no hair."

"Yes, the boss's words are Huizai's imperial edict!"

"Huizai, don't listen to him. He doesn't know how to skateboard. I'm jealous of you!" The woman threw her eyes and her buttocks raised slightly.

"Yes! The words of the eldest son, it is Huizai's decree, Huizai listens to his sister-in-law."

"Goun! Go away, you dare to flirt in front of me!" Sima Jiande was really too lazy to pay attention to Huizi. As long as you dare to give him some color, he would dare to open a dyeing shop and kick this guy away.

At this time, people kept leaning over. A man riding BONHONDA-CBR-600RR came up, looked down at Sima Jiande's YAMAHA-YZF-R1A, and made a sound of tsk in his mouth: "Yoyo! This is also called a car!"

Another person came up to talk to the peacemaker: "Big Eyed Boy means that Brother De, your car is modified by Uncle Lin, and it is like a rocket!"

"Well, I'm happy to say this. Look, what kind of car the legendary god of car modification has touched!" Sima Jiande couldn't help but touch the car under his butt with his hand. YAMAHA-YZF-R1 is only 1,000cc. After Uncle Lin changed it, he would have to say at least 200cc. Look at the exhaust throat. Originally, there were two, but now four!

The big-eyed boy was already angry, but then he looked at the YAMAHA-YZF-R1 sitting under Sima Jiande's butt and felt an urge to look at the beauty under the light.

"Brother De, when will we help our brother change it?"

"Okay, no problem, who told us to be brothers! This is the boss."

Sima Jiande, who was so proud, couldn't help but boast about the lewd look of Ma Zi secretly casting eyes, and thought about his thoughts with confidence.

Some people who could not stand loneliness rode their beloved cars and wandered around the venue, practicing various fancy movements. The arrogant and stimulating sound soon brought him back to a midnight not long ago.

It was a ghost wandering midnight.

In Sima Jiande's eyes, it seemed that he had returned to that night.

Sima Jiande's thoughts couldn't help but float to the shocking scene last night...

A fire seemed to stagnate the space.

A dark red motorcycle passed by, and the extremely dazzling body and skillful driving skills surprised Sima Jiande, the largest racing race leader in Kowloon. The real racing is like entering a no-man in the downtown area.

"Who do you dare to drive in front of Brother De."

"It seems like a girl!"

"Sure! So awesome!"

"Boss! Bubble her! Blow her ass!"

"Brother De, you can't get on, you can't get on!"

The group of younger brothers under the Invincible Bookstore, who were not as good as those in the dark and shallow, was clamoring in the ears of Sima Jiande, who was stunning at the dark red motorcycle. He could not vent his hormonal secretion. He could only solve it in this way. A group of thirteen or fourteen years old said sweet words and overbearing the ignorant little girls, but later they became less and less able to grow up, even raped, and Sima Jiande had to sigh.

Invincible Bookstore "You know what you are doing. If you want to soak, just go!" Sima Jiande looked at the taillights of the car wandering in Baisha Bay, as fast as a ghost, flashing and disappearing. He felt that the person exhaling from his nose was hot and his blood was boiling. At this speed, you group of shrimps could not catch up with him even if you sacrificed your life.
To be continued...