A group of spirited young men with colorfully dyed hair are having a car club.
Well--!
It's actually an underground illegal racing party.
There is a game tonight.
Deng Gao, the younger brother of the underground racing god Deng Feng, competes against the rich second-generation racing driver Sky.
Because Deng Feng, the car god, is so famous, so many underground riders came to watch the race tonight that they almost took up more than 100 meters of the viaduct.
"Brother Sangge, it's already twelve o'clock. I'm afraid that rich second-generation boy won't dare to come." A thin man with long hair laughed sarcastically.
Even though this guy is thin, his nickname is actually Fat Corpse.
Sang Ji curled his lips and was about to say something cruel when several roars came from afar.
More than a dozen motorcycles hit the viaduct, put on their gears and hit the accelerator. It was Sky's people who arrived.
Sky parked his motorcycle with high spirits. He let out a bad breath today. It was the time when he was so proud.
"Do you have a damn sense of time? Do you want to come again during the Qingming Festival?" Sang Ji scolded with an angry look on his face.
Sky took off the black sunglasses from his eyes. I don't know if there was something wrong with him, but he looked cool wearing black sunglasses in the dark at night.
"Fuck you, you tell me whether you are cheap or not, yet you are so aggressive in a rush to lose money."
Sky pushed Sang Ge and cursed: "I, Sky, have always been the only one who rarely curses others. No one dares to scold me."
"Oh oh oh!" A group of boys brought by Sky cheered.
Sang Ji will fall out immediately.
He has more younger brothers, and most of the people yelling at Sky are bad guys who are greedy for his money. They are not Sky's subordinates at all, and they will definitely break up if they fight.
It's just that Sky didn't realize this, he just felt that a group of people were supporting him and he was very majestic.
"Boss, there's no point in beating a stupid rich second generation like him. It's better to kill him and make the brothers fatter." A clever boy next to Sang Ge said in a low voice.
Sang Ge finally suppressed his anger.
"Stop talking nonsense, I will bet you three hundred thousand tonight, do you dare!" Sang Ge shouted loudly.
He was worried that the other party would not fall into the trap, so he made a thumbs down gesture.
"It's only 300,000 yuan. If you ask me to come to Saigon from Wan Chai, my fucking meal will cost 300,000 yuan."
Sky raised a finger and said, "One million, if it's less than that, don't talk to me. It's too embarrassing."
Sangge's face turned red and he cursed: "Sky, I'm going to fuck your mother, I don't have a fucking million to bet with you."
Although these little gangsters appear to be very majestic when they come and go in groups, if you really ask them to pay, they can come up with tens of thousands of dollars, which is already very impressive.
"If you don't have money, you should have told me earlier. I do." Sky shouted arrogantly: "You get the money if you win. I don't need any money if I win. I just have to break one of your legs."
"Oh oh oh oh——!" The boys in the atmosphere team were very good at making noises in time.
A trace of panic flashed across Sang Ji's face. He didn't think he would lose to the rich second generation in front of him, but it was just that having one of his legs bet on him made people feel a little nervous.
But now he is being picked up. If he doesn't agree, he can't be beaten. There are so many younger brothers watching.
"Afraid?"
"I debuted when I was twelve years old, and now I don't know how to write the word 'fear'. Since you keep sending me money, if I don't agree to it, what will you do if you go back to your mother and cry."
Sanggao is also a master of unforgiving words.
"Sir Lu, it's calm here in Saigon. I haven't seen any trace of Li Er."
Two ICAC investigators disguised as mental young men reported to Sir Lu.
"I understand, Li Er and Interpol's Meazi just left the bar street in Causeway Bay. There is a high probability that there will be nothing gained tonight."
Sir Lu rubbed his temples and said, "But you can't let down your guard and continue to keep an eye on Sky."
"yes sir!"
"Hey——! Xie Xian, hurry up and start the game. They've already started the game."
Zhang Jicong pushed Sky's loser Xie Xian.
This guy wants to work as an informant for the police to collect intelligence, so naturally he can be found wherever there is excitement.
Xie Xian glanced at his rich second-generation master, but he didn't have the money to start a business.
sky nodded.
Xie Xian immediately said loudly: "Here, all the pretty boys and pretty girls, come here, the market is open now, the odds are one to one, there is no water, you will pay whatever you bet."
Sang Ge is already well-known in the underground racing circle, while Sky is just a newly emerging underground racing driver.
There is no advantage to take advantage of in terms of odds, so those who place bets will naturally win if they bet.
"One thousand yuan, Sanggai wins."
"Eight hundred, mourning verse wins."
"Ten million, Sanggai wins."
A guy wearing a white hat said and took out a thousand yuan.
Xie Xian breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother, what's your surname? You said one thousand yuan as ten million yuan."
"What's your surname? What's your gold and silver? Do you have any advice?"
He Jinyin made a gesture like a white crane spreading its wings.
"No, no, I'll just ask!" Xie Xian saw that the other party was not in a good mental state and couldn't afford to offend him, so he quickly issued a ticket.
Zhang Jicong also felt that the mourning verse was more reliable, so he spent two thousand yuan to buy the mourning verse to win.
"Master Sky, Xie Xian has already collected more than 300,000 yuan to buy mourning verses. He asked me to ask you if you still want to accept it?" A little bastard ran over and asked Sky.
Sky waved his hand proudly: "Receive it, accept as many as you want."
"Okay, less sky."
Little Zamao looked at everyone with pride and proudly ran to inform Xie Xian that he could take any number of bets.
At this time, Sangge pushed his motorcycle out.
Sky saw it and shouted loudly: "Padi Xiong, has my car been tuned?"
There is a reason for this guy's arrogance. He has money and people, and he spends tens of millions on it. All the motorcycles use the best modified parts in the world, and the performance of the car is unbeatable.
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"Boss, no, no, no problem, just two words: perfect." Pa Dixiong made an OK gesture.
Two motorcycles were pushed into the middle of the road.
They play underground car racing, so naturally they cannot have a self-built track. They all race wildly on the road. In the words of their circle, this is cool enough, enough to stimulate adrenaline, and it is the real man.
As the sexy and hot girl in short skirt waved the little flag in her hand.
The two motorcycles rushed out immediately.
"Ah——! So handsome!" A row of fans screamed excitedly.
A spirited young man with thick dark circles under his eyes shook his head and muttered in a low voice: "It's not that fast. I just heard the roar."
"Master, you want to play a game, and we can win some midnight snack money." The speaker was a middle school girl with dyed green hair and earrings on her nose.
The spirited young man glared at the two young girls.
"Don't you have any other vests for me to use? I'm so tired from shaking my neck."
The middle school girl shook her head.
"This man grew up in a welfare institution. He had no family or friends. He was involved in drugs and gambling. As soon as he got money, he would hide in a corner and disappear for ten and a half months. No one knew about his death. I defend this
The cost of the vest is low!”
"Uh——!" The spirited boy was speechless.
"Hey——! Li Taier, pay back the money!"
A palm patted the spirited young man's shoulder.
"My name is Li Taier?" Li Er gestured to Matilda, the middle school girl, with his eyes.
"Well——!" Matilda blinked.
Li Er then turned around.
Oh——! Isn’t this a model of Brother Guanxi? He has a chubby face and eats a lot of meat. This is it.
"How many?"
"How much for what?"
"How much money do I owe you!" Li Er cursed angrily.
"Eighty eighty!"
Li Er took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to kick her fat face.
Eighty bucks, you fucking slap me on the shoulder.
Li Er took out a hundred yuan and threw it on the ground: "No need to look for it."
The little fat girl didn't care and bent over to pick up the money with a smile.
"Master, she is Liangzi. She is also responsible for pouring shit on your car. The other one is her eldest brother." Matilda whispered at Li Er's feet.
This is still bearable.
At this time, Liang Zi was bending over to pick up money, with her butt facing Li Er.
Li Er decisively put his hands together, with his little finger and ring finger interlaced and holding each other, with his middle finger and index finger pointing straight outwards.
