"Well, no." The young man was a little embarrassed. "Sebastian Vettel is the person I admire the most, so I took the same name as him. I also want to be the world's top racer..."

"Oh, I wish you become that Vettel as soon as possible, don't follow me!" Yang Jie said, stepping on the accelerator and galloping out.

After the meeting, Yang Jie was shocked to find that the young man was following him and had no intention of letting him go.

"What else are you doing with me?" Yang Jie raised his eyebrows.

"Nonsense, you stole my wife. If I don't follow you, who will I follow?" The young man held his chin with one hand and fiddled with the steering wheel with the other, looking very comfortable.

"When did I steal your wife?" Yang Jie asked.

"Vettel is my stage name, my real name is Lingyu, the young master of the Nanshan Sect." said the young man.

"What then?" Yang Jie raised his eyebrows and looked at the other party with caution.

"Ms. Hong Yan is the woman I like. If you chase Miss Hong Yan, wouldn't you just steal my wife?" Ling Yu said righteously.

"...What do you want?" Yang Jie asked again.

"Let's compete! If you win, I will give up my wife to you and take you as your teacher. Bugatti is also yours. If I win, then you will give up Miss Hongyan to me, what?" Lingyu said.

"What's the comparison? Martial arts?" Yang Jie raised his eyebrows.

"It's so boring to fight and kill, and it's not that I'm bragging. You definitely can't beat me!" Ling Yu said confidently.

"What should I compare?" Yang Jie asked.

"I think you have good driving skills, let's race the car!" Ling Yu rubbed his hands.

"Hehe." Yang Jie smiled contemptuously, too lazy to pay attention to the other party.

"What's wrong? Don't you dare to compare?" Ling Yu was stunned when he saw Yang Jie ignore him.

"Don't you think it's a bit ridiculous? Bugatti and Rolls-Royce compete with speed?" Yang Jie rolled his eyes at the other party.

These two cars are not on the same level at all and are not comparable at all.

"Uh, what you said seems to make sense. How about you compare with me if you change the car?" Ling Yu pondered for a moment and said.

"I don't have a car to change," said Yang Jie.

"Come with me, I know where there is a car, and there is a racing lane there." Ling Yu said, and Bugatti made a loud noise, turned the front of the car, and galloped out all the way.

Yang Jie looked at the direction of Bugatti's departure and fell into thought. He could have driven away with Ling Yu taking the lead.

But in the end, Yang Jie gave up.

With Yang Jie's unlimited limit, there will naturally be no psychological burden to run away, but he is playing against the other party on behalf of Hong Yan. If he runs away, Hong Yan may be despised as well. He does not want his woman to be despised.

And Yang Jie also realized that Ling Yu's driving skills were definitely not covered. If he ran away, the other party would definitely catch up. With the other party's driving skills, this would definitely continue endlessly.

Thinking of this, Yang Jie turned the front of the car and chased Ling Yu in the direction of leaving.

Rolls-Royce and Bugatti chased each other and rushed out into the distance. After about twenty minutes, Yang Jie looked around and saw a mountain ahead.

"Is this?" Yang Jie looked at the mountain in front of him and asked subconsciously.

"Tianfeng Mountain, go, do you dare to open the mountain road?" Ling Yu raised his lips slightly, glanced at Yang Jie, and asked with a smile.

"What do you think?" Yang Jie asked narrowly.

"Yes, if you don't even dare to drive the mountain road, what qualifications are you chasing Miss Hong Yan?!" Lingyu laughed heartily, and Bugatti made a loud noise and continued to gallop.

Yang Jie had no choice but to step on the accelerator and catch up.

Soon the two of them arrived at the foot of the mountain. Yang Jie looked at it and was shocked when he saw it. He saw that there were a hundred people gathering at the foot of the mountain and a large number of million sports cars.

Porsche, Ferrari, Maserati, Lamborghini, and even Bugatti are all the world's top sports cars.

"Hey, Ling Shao, it's Ling Shao who is here."

I don't know who shouted, and everyone rushed forward and surrounded Lingyu's Bugatti. Instead, Yang Jie's Rolls-Royce was ignored.

Yang Jie was also happy and leisurely, holding his hands in his chest and looking at these people with interest.

Yang Jie noticed that these people were all in their early twenties, dyed colorful hair, and dressed very unmainstream, which was consistent with Lingyu's style.

However, after he appeared, he also noticed that these are ordinary people and have no cultivation...

It is not difficult to guess from the dress of these people that the other party is a group of racing enthusiasts.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jie shook his head and couldn't help but sigh that there are many rich people, and these are definitely a group of playboys!

"Hey, who is this guy? I'm here for the first time? I look pretty?" At this time, a playboy couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Yang Jie standing outside the crowd looking at them.

As the voice of the playboy fell, the others also looked at Yang Jie and his car one after another.

"I'll go, Rolls-Royce limited edition? There are only ten cars in the world. I wanted to buy a car at that time, but this car is not something you can buy with money. It was booked as soon as it was released. It is said that the British royal family also ordered one." said a playboy with some eyesight.

Others also looked at each other.

Although they have many luxury cars here, there are only a few that can reach the level of tens of millions.

After all, they are playboys, and the real tyrants are theirs. There are very few tyrants who are willing to spend tens of millions to buy luxury cars for their sons.

Not to mention that the real value of Yang Jie's Rolls-Royce is not its market price of tens of millions, but the name of only ten cars in the world.

"Brother, my name is Cai Wen. I have heard of it. It is the property of my old man." A playboy walked forward with a smile.

"Hello, my name is Yang Jie." Yang Jie shook hands with the other party, his expression was not turbulent.

"Is there a boss named Yang in Province X?" Cai Wen fell into thinking, and the same was true for other playboys, filtering the boss named Yang in his mind.

In their opinion, Yang Jie could afford such a luxury car, and his father would probably be able to kill 99% of the people present in seconds.

But after thinking for a long time, these people still couldn't figure it out.

"I said to Brother Yang, are you going the wrong way? We are racing, not car show. Your car is good, but a sedan, not a sports car, right?" said another dandy at this time.

Hearing the playboy's words, the other playboys nodded.

Yang Jie's Rolls-Royce is indeed good, but it is the world's top sedan. It's really funny to compare a car with a group of sports cars.

"Brother, if you really want to race for two laps, I will lend you my Ferrari, but you should just park your Rolls-Royce, the horsepower is really not enough!" Cai Wen was loyal and was willing to lend his car when he first met.

"Cough cough." Ling Yu couldn't help but cough twice.

Seeing Lingyu wanting to speak, the others also turned their attention to him.

"That's it, I brought Yang Jie here this time. I want to compete with him. Please make a room for us." Ling Yu said.

"Oh, Mr. Ling wants to race with the newcomer?"

"Mr. Ling, aren't you bullying people? Are you the car king in our Tianfengshan Racing Lane, and a newcomer racing car?"

"Yes, this is not at the same level!"

Lingyu is still very famous in Tianfeng Shan. As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him was in an uproar and whispered to each other.

Ling Yu suppressed his hands and calmed everyone down, and then explained: "We made a bet on this game. If Yang Jie wins me, I will take him as his teacher, and Bugatti and his wife will also give it to each other! If I win, Yang Jie can no longer bother my wife!"

"Wife? Young Master Ling, do you have a wife?"

Everyone was stunned. They didn't know that Lingyu was from the Nanshan Sect, but they were quite familiar with each other. Haven't they heard that each other has a wife?!

"Ahem, fiancée!" said Lingyu.

"Mr. Ling, do you have a fiancée?" asked the playboy who asked the previous question again.

"Ahem, I'll chase her again, but she didn't agree..." Ling Yu had to honestly explain when he saw everyone's strange gaze.

Hearing Ling Yu's words, everyone present burst into laughter. At the same time, they looked at Yang Jie with some weirdness and looked at Ling Yu again. The two of them were obviously racing for women.

Today's game is full of gunpowder!
Chapter completed!