Just as the Porsche with a hard-stone thunder and stone began to drift, the Trumpchi in Xiao Luo rushed up from its left side, not drifting, but directly surpassing along the left lane, and grabbed the moment when his drift slowed down and surpassed him neatly.

"Oh my God, what did I see? Trumpchi surpassed the Wolf King. It went directly from the left side of the Wolf King. It could be missed the best time to drift. Is it still too late to start drifting? Will its rear of the car hit the guardrail on the outside?"

The tall and thin young man's tone suddenly increased, and his face showed a terrified expression.

Everyone watching this game was deeply worried about Trumpchi. The location chosen by the Wolf King for drifting into the corner is undoubtedly excellent. While ensuring that the car will not lose control, drifting through the corner, advance or pushing back into the corner may cause the car to lose control and lead to the car to be destroyed and people to die. This Trumpchi pushed the location of drifting behind the corner, and if it is improperly controlled when drifting through the corner, major problems will arise.

"This time it won't overturn my last name!"

Chen Qingyan was shocked, and then she was indescribable anger because Xiao Luo's actions challenged her understanding of racing. It was fine if the devil was just now, but now this happened again. When centrifugal force is a false situation, can it come in random ways?

But as soon as she finished speaking, Trumpchi began to drift with his tail, and his speed did not decrease. He was like a soul dancer on the ice, heading towards the corner. Due to the centrifugal force, the car slid outward, and the distance between the rear of the car was getting closer and closer to the guardrail.

1 meter, 0.5 meter, 0.3 meter...

"Twenty centimeters... fifteen centimeters... ten centimeters... five centimeters..."

The tall and thin young man held the microphone and stared at the huge silver screen, and was worried about the distance between the rear of the Trumpchi car and the guardrail. If he bumped into it, the consequences would be unimaginable at such a speed. Trumpchi would probably collapse into parts all over the floor in an instant.

Everyone didn't dare to blink for a moment, for fear of missing this thrilling shot. Whether at the foot of Wild Wolf Mountain or on the forum, there was a suffocating breath.

While Lei Shijian was controlling his Porsche drifting, he also used his light to glance at Trumpchi who was drifting into the corner in front of him. As a racer, he knew very well that Trumpchi was at this moment. In the moment of life and death, he was fighting with the god of death.

"My mother, I won't play racing again in the future!!!"

In the Trumpchi car, Su Canye closed his eyes and howled without any image. It was thrilling for others to race cars, but his brother-in-law Xiao Luo was so terrible to play racing. He experienced the previous drifts personally. Every time it made people feel like they were about to overturn. But every time it was a little bit worse, challenging his psychological endurance again and again. He felt that if he stayed there, he would definitely be scared into a mental illness.

Xiao Luo looked ahead with his eyes focused, and his hands and feet were operating Trumpchi together.

"It hits, Trumpchi's rear hits the guardrail!!!"

The tall and thin young man's commentary sounded loudly, and everyone's hearts stumbled. Some people even closed their eyes and dared not look at the huge screen. The scene of Trumpchi car being destroyed and killed appeared in their minds.

But in fact, there was no car accident. Trumpchi drew an extremely beautiful arc on the curve, ending steadily and drifting out of the curve, ranking first!

"I didn't hit it, my god, it's too unbelievable. Trumpchi didn't hit the guardrail. He just happened to pass the corner at a distance of a few centimeters. Is this the 'God' driving that Trumpchi?" The tall and thin young man shouted excitedly.

Warm shouts and cheers burst out at the foot of Wild Wolf Mountain and on the forum. Everyone was as if they were stimulant, and their minds were in an indescribable excitement.

On the huge silver screen, the black Trumpchi is like a ghost in the dark, drifting, sliding sideways, and turning... as fast as a flowing cloud and water, without any drag, entering the bend like a tiger, and going out like a dragon, without the swaying and buffering movements after drifting, quickly pulling the distance from Porsche and Maserati in places with curves.

At this moment, everyone suddenly realized that Trumpchi relied on the continuous bends of Wild Wolf Mountain. He caught up with him a little bit every time he passed a bend, and when he reached the devil's bend, he caught up with him. There were besides of bends, and Trumpchi would continue to expand his advantage.

"Che God, that guy is theChe God!"

"It turns out that people should not behave like appearances, and the sea water should not be measured. Who would have thought that that person would be such a powerful character? He could catch up with the Wolf King and Queen even when driving Trumpchi. Such driving skills are amazing!"

"Who can tell me what the man is named? I'm going to become a disciple."

The beautiful trajectory left by Trumpchi on the continuous curves was deeply imprinted in everyone's minds. Everyone developed a strong interest and curiosity about Xiao Luo, and some even wanted to make huge sums of money to learn from his masters.

Lei Shijian and Shen Qingyan were completely stunned. Their supercar was so small and insignificant in front of a Trumpchi at this time.

"It's over, we're going to pay five million yuan!"

The man sitting in the Porsche passenger seat said in a speechless voice, "That boy pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger. He could even run to us when he drove a Trumpchi. Now he will be compensated."

"You know, the roads on Wild Wolf Mountain are not all curves. There are two kilometers of straight roads. Those two kilometers are enough for me to surpass him."

Lei Shijian shouted, but in fact he was also scared. Xiao Luo's driving skills were obviously stronger than him and Shen Qingyan. This is an indisputable fact. If Xiao Luo was driving a supercar, he would definitely lose in this game, but Xiao Luo was driving Trumpchi, and it would not be certain who would win this game.

He looked at the Trumpchi taillights that were almost out of sight in front of him and cursed: "Damn, who is that kid? It's so evil!"

Shen Qingyan also cursed regardless of her image: "Damn, I have to take his surname."

Su Li sat quietly in her seat, her face cold, but her eyes were flashing with light. She was obviously in shock. Her contract husband had such high accomplishments in racing, which was so incredible. Wasn't he a job in Jiangcheng before? Many questions came to mind!

"Forget it, no matter that bastard, I can't lose to Lei Shijian no matter what!"

Shen Qingyan took her thoughts back from Xiao Luo and looked serious. She had to find an opportunity to surpass Lei Shijian.

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"Wow, Trumpchi's performance on the curve is really amazing. It opened the distance from the Wolf King at a miraculous speed. But the rule of the competition is two laps. Can it keep its advantage forever? Next is a two-kilometer straight road. Can it withstand the pressure brought by the supercar with the engine behind?" The tall and thin young man's mood stabilized a little, looking at the huge silver screen for high-quality commentary.

The God of Car! The God of Car!!! The God of Car!!!
Chapter completed!