The staff did not raise their heads and threw a life-and-death statement in front of He Junzhe.
Seeing the situation of life and death, He Junzhe picked up the pen and hesitated a little. He thought that he was the Eighth Master of the Demon City, the future head of the He family, and his life was much more precious than Lu Chen's cheap life.
Let him suppress his life and make a bet with Lu Chen.
He felt very poor.
Moreover, Lu Chen's free and easy look made him feel very abnormal.
"Lu Chen? Why does this name sound so familiar?"
"How can I not be familiar with it? The famous stupid son-in-law of the Li family, the fool who married the number one goddess in our Biancheng six years ago."
"What? He actually dared to participate in the Death Racing. Isn't this seeking death?"
"Isn't it normal for him to do things that ordinary people cannot understand?"
"But looking at this, this fool seems to be competing with Mr. He."
"Mr. He's car is the son of Paganifeng. Lu Chen's fool drove a broken battery over. Isn't that looking for abuse?"
"It's indeed a fool."
......
After hearing Lu Chen say his name at the registration office, everyone recognizes Lu Chen immediately, with mocking and disdainful tone.
They just thought it was strange that someone was driving a small battery for something, but after they knew it was Lu Chen, they thought it was a very normal thing.
Not only that, their words also fell into He Junzhe's ears, and He Junzhe was also stolen by these people. If he admits his conscience at this time, wouldn't that be a shame?
Just as He Junzhe was hesitating, Lu Chen smiled indifferently and said, "Mr. He, can't he be afraid?"
"If you are afraid, just admit defeat. It's not embarrassing. After all, your car can't beat my small battery."
"Who said I'm afraid?"
He Junzhe was angry and was stimulated by Lu Chen. He signed his name directly on the life and death situation, and then snorted coldly: "Lu Chen, I will give it to you the same thing. If you are afraid,
It’s not embarrassing to admit defeat.”
"Yeah?"
Lu Chen raised his mouth slightly and said, "But I think losing to you is more embarrassing than losing to a dog."
He Junzhe's face changed and he said with a gloomy face: "Lu Chen, what do you mean? How dare you call me a dog?"
"I didn't say that, but Mr. He is willing to be, it's not impossible."
Lu Chen shook his head and smiled, and said deeply in black eyes: "Mr. He wants to kill me, don't shoot yourself in the foot. When driving, you have to be careful and don't rush out."
After saying that, Lu Chen missed He Junzhe's body, sat on his small battery, and quietly waited for the start of the game. Now he doesn't need to pretend anymore. He Junzhe has signed a life-and-death certificate and can't even leave.
Even if he didn't sign, He Junzhe, who was angered by him, would definitely not leave.
"Lu Chen, I don't know where you got your confidence."
He Junzhe looked a little ferocious and roared: "But I will let you understand that you are a tough guy like you will never beat a pride of heaven like me!"
"The Proud son of God?"
Lu Chen looked up, looked contemptuously, and said lightly: "Then please let this pride in heaven beat me, otherwise I will lose face to lose to me, a little bully who is on a small battery?"
"Haha, don't think about winning, think about how to survive this game."
There was anger in He Junzhe's eyes, but there were so many people around him that he had to maintain the demeanor that the Eighth Young Master of the Demon City should have. He thought to start the game quickly and let him hit Lu Chen down the cliff and let out a sigh of anger!
At this time, the famous Li family-silly son-in-law of Biancheng and He Junzhe, one of the eight sons of the Demon City, will participate in the death racing competition, sweeping like the wind, attracting the attention of all the audiences in Panlong Mountain.