"Is this racing track always so lively?" Standing in the corner, Ke Lingye asked Rong Lingling.
Sports cars kept driving in from outside, the headlights were so dazzling that it hurt the eyes, the sounds of conversations and whistles were mixed together, and the air was filled with the smell of cigars.
The scene in front of him was normal, but he just felt that the atmosphere was not right.
He had arrived at the racing track. It was logical that someone would be driving a car for a lap, but he did not see a car on the track. There were only a few people touching the hood on the edge of the track and looking anxiously in the same direction.
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Without exception, these people all held a car key in their hands. They seemed to want to rush onto the track, but they kept standing here with the same movements, which made him wonder if they were waiting for someone.<
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Rong Lingling shook her head slightly, "I haven't been back for four years. I don't know, but there was nothing like this four years ago." She looked around, and the more she looked, the more something was wrong.
"That's the Qian family over there, and there are young masters from other families in the He family. Why didn't they bring a female companion today? The state of the people beside the track is not right. It seems that something is going on tonight!"
A few cars away to her right, He Ji and others formed a circle, not knowing what they were talking about.
They are well-known racing enthusiasts in the imperial capital. What is interesting is that each of them has the habit of bringing a female companion when racing. A few years ago, there were even rumors that they fought for a female companion, but today they are surrounded by
Being alone can inevitably make people confused.
"Oh, I just saw that there is actually a woman in today's game... The brother wearing sunglasses next to him is quite mysterious. He looks unfamiliar. Is this his first time here?"
A man with a cigar in his mouth and a pair of triangular eyes noticed them, and his voice attracted other people.
"Are you here to accompany the pretty boy next to you?" The short, wretched man who was led over stared directly at Rong Lingling's face, not caring about her glare at all.
Ke Lingye hated people using insulting words to him the most, so his expression suddenly changed, and he put his foot on the short man's chest under the surprised gaze.
The short man screamed in pain and fell backwards. The person behind him didn't want to catch him, so he took a step to the side and watched him fall backwards.
The force of Ke Lingye's kick was so strong that the short man couldn't get up for a while. He could only cover his chest with his hands and tilt his neck hard to say harsh words to him, "If you dare to kick me, damn, I'm giving you a shame. Do you know who I am?"
How dare you be so crazy!"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Ke Lingye said disdainfully, took Rong Lingling into his car, and closed the car door forcefully as if to demonstrate.
The short man lying on the ground was so angry that he stood up awkwardly with his hands on the cement floor, preparing to regain his place.
He was unprepared just now, otherwise how could he be kicked down?
That man looked gentle and polite. If he hadn't taken advantage of his distraction, he would definitely not be his opponent!
"Someone just talked about competition, did you hear it?"
The two people in the black Bentley ignored them and talked about what they had just heard.
"I heard it, I was wondering what kind of competition it is, black market racing?" Ke Lingye said while pointing out the window, "Those people don't look like car owners, but more like minions sent by someone, Ling Ling,
Do you think it's possible that they are the same as those on the track?"
Rong Linngling organized her words and was about to speak when she saw the short man who had just been kicked down by Ke Lingye standing outside, holding a brick in his hand and smiling maliciously.