"I never thought that I would be able to fulfill my dream of racing with Lu Xiaoyou in my lifetime."
"Haha, die without regrets, die without regrets!"
Song Yufeng put down the map in his hand, his face flushed, and he laughed openly.
Lu Fan glanced at him curiously: "I didn't expect that the dignified elder of the Song family is actually a racing family. Do your people know that you still have this hobby?"
Lu Fan could tell that Song Yufeng was extremely professional in knowing the way.
"Are you the navigator?"
Lu Fan suddenly realized something.
"no."
Song Yufeng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "When I was your age, racing activities had just begun in China. At that time, I happened to be a martial arts instructor in Guangzhou, and I was in charge of more than a thousand young people."
"At that time, the streets in Guangzhou late at night were almost like a natural large-scale racing venue."
"When I first took on a big role, I always wanted to make some achievements to be recognized by my family, so I was very strict with my disciples and did not allow them to participate in any activities other than martial arts training."
"But young people, if you are not young and energetic, can you still be called young people?"
Song Yufeng glanced at Lu Fan: "Just like you, in order to catch them, I learned to drive and became familiar with their racing routes, just to stop those little bastards on the road and teach them a lesson. Not only am I better at martial arts than them
Well, even if we play racing, they are still no match for me."
"I don't want them to fear me, but I want them to be convinced."
At this point, he gave a wry smile: "But who knows, this is a long road of no return..."
As he was talking, Song Yufeng's face suddenly darkened and he whispered: "We seem to be being followed again."
Lu Fan looked at the rearview mirror at the same time. Gradually, his brows furrowed slightly, and a look of solemnity appeared on his face.