He Junzhe spoke quickly, afraid that Lu Chen would regret it.
Lu Chen's mouth bent slightly and his black eyes were deep. This was the eighth son of the Demon City. He had no idea that the initiative was completely in Lu Chen's hands.
Lu Chen said calmly: "It's very simple. If you lose, you will cancel your marriage with Miss Meng and release Miss Meng's adoptive mother."
Hearing the conditions, He Junzhe frowned, looked at Lu Chen with a calm face, and asked, "Mr. Lu, can I think you proposed this condition because you like Hanhan?"
"By the way, with one more condition, if you lose, please don't call Miss Meng Hanhan, because you don't seem to be very worthy." Lu Chen ignored his question and smiled faintly.
"You dare to have the heart to my woman!"
He Junzhe thought to himself, his eyes became even colder, and his nameless anger arose, thinking that Lu Chen fell in love with Meng Aohan, so he did this.
"I have changed my mind! I want to kill you Panshe Mountain and let you die without a complete corpse!"
He Junzhe thought sinisterly that Panshe Mountain is dangerous and mostly curved. If you are not careful, you may fall off a cliff and fall to pieces.
There is a place for the racing cars, but they are all informal events. Instead, underground forces organize to find people to compete, and then make bets to make money from it.
Therefore, if an accident occurs above and no one will pursue it if someone dies.
Lu Chen dared to drive a small battery to Pansheshan racing. When he tried to do something, he would hit him down the mountain, and no one would say anything.
"Okay! I promise you! As long as you compete with me, I promise you!"
He Junzhe agreed, his eyes flashed with crazy murderous intent.
He didn't care about the conditions proposed by Lu Chen at all, because Lu Chen could not win at all!
Lu Chen smiled faintly, and a sarcastic look appeared in his eyes. He Junzhe was completely led by his nose. It seemed that the so-called Eighth Master of the Demon City was just like that.
"Okay, let's go."
Lu Chen sat on the small battery and walked leisurely towards Panshe Mountain. At the same time, he took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Li Zihuang, saying that he would go back later when something happened.
As for the fact that he was going to race with He Junzhe, he didn't tell Li Ziran.
He was afraid that Li Ziran would worry.
"Lu Chen, I will make you die miserable. After you die, I will treat your woman as my lover and suffer all my humiliation!"
He Junzhe smiled coldly, then got into the car, and was not in a hurry to follow the small battery, worried that Lu Chen would be scared away halfway.
Panshe Mountain is located in the suburbs of Biancheng.
It used to be a barren mountain, but it was opened up by underground forces and built into a famous underground racing base.
Those who come here to race are either crazy or short of money.
Because anyone can participate here, as long as the opponent outperforms, you can get a generous bonus.
If it weren't for life, no one would have come to participate in the underground racing competition with no chance.
Lu Chen drove for an hour before he arrived at Panshe Mountain.
From below, you can't see the driveway of Panshe Mountain. The driveway is hidden in dense trees, but the flashing street lights can vaguely see the driveway of Panshe Mountain.
It winds and curves like a huge python on this mountain, looking extremely dangerous.
And at the highest point of Panshe Mountain, countless lights flashed, and it was obvious that there... was the end point.
When Lu Chen's small battery stopped, He Junzhe's Pagani also stopped in front of him. The two cars seemed to have a sharp contrast. At this time, many people on the outside were watching the game and betting, but they were all given the same scene.