The young man said sarcastically: "Mo Wuhui, where did you find a rookie today? It turned out to be the last one!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Wuhui's face looked very ugly.

"Bei Mingxuan, don't be too proud. The game is not over yet. It's still unknown who will win!"

Beimingxuan, the top ten noble families in Zhongzhou, ranks first, and is the young master of the Beiming family.

In Zhongzhou, many people are afraid of Beimingxuan, but no one regrets or fears.

Although the Mo family is not one of the top ten noble families, the head of the Mo family Mo Tianji was a generation of military gods in Daxia back then.

As long as Mo Tianji is not dead, no one dares to do anything to the Mo family.

This time, the reason why Mo Wuhui asked Yang Feng to come to participate in the competition was because of Bei Mingxuan.

Mo Wuhui made a bet with Bei Mingxuan that whoever can win this game will be called the other party’s elder brother!

As the young master of the Mo family, how could Mo Wuhui call him Brother Bei Mingxuan?

In desperation, Mo Wuhui had to find Yang Feng.

But unexpectedly, Yang Feng was so depressed.

Now the competition is halfway through, but Yang Feng is the last one.

Bei Mingxuan sarcastically said, "Mo Wuhui, don't forget our bet. If you lose, you should call me elder brother!"

Mo Wuhui and Bei Mingxuan, as the second generation of the top family in Zhongzhou, have been competing with each other secretly.

Everyone wants to suppress the other party, this time is their best chance.

Mo Wuhui gritted his teeth and said, "Bei Mingxuan, you said this too early."

Bei Mingxuan sneered, "I don't bother to pay attention to it."

After the game is over, Mo Wuhui will naturally admit defeat.

"Young Master Beiming!"

At this time, Ximen Hanbing and Zheng Shuang came over and said with a respectful look on their faces.

Although everyone is the young master of the noble family, the Beiming family is the leader of the top ten noble families.

So, Ximen Hanbing and Zheng Shuang have always been the followers of Bei Mingxuan.

Bei Mingxuan said lightly: "Why are you doing something?"

Ximen Hanbing said: "Young Master Beiming, we discovered a situation, that is, we know the racer Mo Wuhui called."

"oh?"

Upon hearing this, Bei Mingxuan suddenly became interested.

He asked curiously: "Who is the racer Mo Wuhui called?"

Ximen Hanbing gritted his teeth and said, "Young Master Beiming, the racer Mo Wuhui called is Yang Feng! Yang Feng is not a simple person, his identity is... the God of War for the Protecting the Country!"

"Yang Feng?"

Hearing this, Bei Mingxuan frowned immediately.

Bei Mingxuan has heard of the name Yang Feng.

Speaking of which, the speed of Yang Feng's rise is simply a myth.

From a border soldier a few years ago to the famous national war god.

But for Bei Mingxuan, he did not take Yang Feng seriously.

Although Yang Feng is the God of War for the Protection of the Country, his Beiming family is the leader of the top ten noble families.

The head of the Beiming family is the current prince, and it is not comparable to a god of war in the country.

Bei Mingxuan sneered: "Who do I think it is? It turns out to be the so-called God of War for the Protection of the Country! Why do you have a relationship with this Yang Feng?"

As he said that, Bei Mingxuan stared at Ximen Hanbing and Zheng Shuang with a smile on his face.

Bei Mingxuan is not a fool. Ximen Hanbing and Zheng Shuang came here to tell him that there must be a reason for this matter.

Ximen Hanbing and Zheng Shuang looked at each other.

Then, Ximen Hanbing gritted his teeth and said, "Young Master Beiming, we two do have a marriage with Yang Feng! This Yang Feng once beat us, so please ask Young Master Beiming to make the decision for us!"

"Yes, Young Master Beiming, please help us decide!" Zheng Shuang echoed.

"hehe!"

Bei Mingxuan chuckled and said, "Don't worry! As the saying goes, beating a dog depends on the owner. You two are my followers. If Yang Feng dares to hit you, he just doesn't take me seriously. I will teach this Yang Feng a lesson for you."

"Thank you, Young Master Beiming!"

Ximen Hanbing and Zheng Shuang looked at each other with a smug look on their faces.

In their opinion, with Bei Mingxuan taking action personally, Yang Feng was dead this time.

So what if Yang Feng is the God of War for the Protecting the Country?

Can it be compared with the Beiming family?

"So fast! So fast!"

"Car God! This is simply a car God!"

"Over! Overtake!"

...

At this moment, bursts of exclamations suddenly came from the square.

Everyone looked at the big screen and saw a Lamborghini and a Porsche, throwing cars behind at lightning speed.

The drivers of these two cars are really amazing, and they are simply amazing.

"Yang Feng! It's Yang Feng!"

At the same time, Mo Wuhui was so excited.

He originally thought that he would lose this time.

Unexpectedly, Yang Feng broke out at a critical moment.

When Bei Mingxuan saw this, his face suddenly became gloomy.

Mo Wuhui looked at Bei Mingxuan and said with a proud look: "Bei Mingxuan, I told you that until the end of the game, no one knows who the final winner is. You should call me elder brother!"

"snort!"

Bei Mingxuan snorted coldly, his face extremely ugly.

"Mo Wuhui, don't be proud, I don't believe that Yang Feng can win the first place!"

At this time, everyone was in a state of excitement.

Yang Feng and Ao Tianxin rushed to the front from the bottom and second place.

"It seems that the drivers of these two cars are here to participate in the competition for the first time."

"I would have bought theirs if I had known, or I would have knocked them over today."

"That person named Yang Feng seems to be betting on one billion himself."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked.

How confident is this to take out one billion to bet on yourself!

Does this Yang Feng think he will win?

At the same time, Yang Feng opened his Lamborghini and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yang Feng is sure that the driver who drove a Porsche is definitely a master.

Yang Feng is still a rare encounter with a racing master, and this master is still a woman.

You know, when talking about female drivers in society nowadays, they are just dismissive.

A female driver who has such superb driving skills is definitely considered a brutal and beautiful woman.

Rumble!

At a corner in front, Porsche suddenly accelerated and rushed over.

The entire Porsche almost passed by the edge of the cliff and soon surpassed Yang Feng.

However, Yang Feng did not rush to chase after him, but followed slowly.

Time passed little by little, except for the Lamborghini and the Porsche driven by Yang Feng, all other cars were left behind.

Among Porsche, Ao Tianxin looked at Yang Feng through the rearview mirror.

Ao Tianxin was a little surprised, why didn’t Yang Feng surpass him?

According to Ao Tianxin's investigation of Yang Feng, Yang Feng is a racing expert.

When he was abroad, he won three consecutive global racing competitions and was named the God of Cars!

Now it is only a few hundred meters away from the end.

At the current speed, it may not take a minute to arrive.

There is still the last bend ahead. Is Yang Feng willing to be second?
Chapter completed!