God of War Quanjin?

Just her?

All the young men looked at each other, looking at Quan Jin with scrutiny. Their originally solemn expressions instantly turned into contempt and disdain: "You can't speak beyond your head?"

"If Team Fengjiang is afraid, just admit defeat."

"Why do you need to ask you to use the name of God of War to prop up the scene? Do you really think that just by saying the name of God of War, we will believe it?"

Finished.

All the young men clicked their tongues contemptuously.

Including the new members of the Fengjiang team also frowned and looked at Quan Jin with a hint of doubt. You can't blame them for not believing it, but Quan Jin's age really doesn't match him.

Twenty years ago, the God of War came of age.

But this girl now looks like she has just grown up... Could it be that the God of War can travel through time and space?

"Did I convince you?"

Quan Jin put one foot on the corner of the table, put his right hand on his knee joint, leaned forward slightly, and looked at the young man at an angle of 45 degrees: "I obviously told you to get out."

Lying on grass!

What a domineering line!

The scary thing is... they don't feel arrogant at all, but feel that it should be so.

"you--"

The young man snorted coldly and said disapprovingly: "Get out? I think the ones who should get out are your Fengjiang team. They occupy the first place and won't give in. They don't even dare to accept the challenge."

"If it weren't for the support of the God of War's majesty back then."

"You have been expelled from the racing association a long time ago!"

Hear.

Quan Jin picked up the red wine glass on the table, threw it at the young man, hit the young man's forehead hard, broke into pieces, and finally scratched his forehead.

Young man: "..."

"You dare to hit me?" The young man covered his forehead with blood-covered hands and stared at Quan Jin fiercely.

Quan Jin smiled as if he didn't want to be beaten: "I beat you, what can you do?"

The young man clenched his fists so hard that the outside of his joints turned white.

He endures!

As long as he waits a few more days, he will see what happens to this group of garbage.

"A week later, there will be a closed-door car race at the top family. Each team will send seven people. The racers of your team heard the news of the death of the God of War twenty years ago."

"I will completely retire and never touch a racing car again."

"Tsk, now you don't have a God of War, and you don't have anyone, let's see how you trash can maintain the honor of being number one in the territory!"

Finished talking.

The young man threw a war sticker directly on the table, crossed his arms and said provocatively: "Take it if you dare!"

I have never been at the top, which is not scary.

The scary thing is...

When you hit the ground unexpectedly from the highest place, the contrast is devastating.

The vice-captain who drove over in a racing car immediately noticed that something was wrong with everyone's expressions: "What's wrong with you? Are you too excited because the captain is back?"

"Why do you look so embarrassed?"

The vice-captain was wondering when he immediately caught a glimpse of a group of young men in the center and the battle sticker on the table.

The vice-captain frowned, opened it, and immediately became extremely angry: "Fuck me."

"You still want to be shameless and join the United Automobile Competition in seven days?"

"The singles match is pretty much the same. The seven-player match, why don't you talk about a 100-player match!"

The team's top player retires.

In addition, in the past 20 years, the team members have not been interested in training. It is not easy to maintain the first place in such a short period of time.

For a while.

All eyes turned towards Quan Jin.

"Wow." Quan Jin picked up the battle sticker on the table, then took the racing card from the vice-captain's hand. After saying a few words, he turned around and left the place:

"Just a bunch of clowns."

"Go back and tell all your convoy captains."
Chapter completed!