C55 I'll be Waiting for You at Qiuming Mountain

"What is that kid trying to do?!"

Everyone looked over and saw Xia Luo running down the mountain when he ran into a 90-degree bend. However, he did not slow down. Instead, he stepped on the accelerator!

It was as if he did not want to cross the bend, but wanted to hit the railing!

"It's over. That kid must have malfunctioned."

"A cool one."

"[He's dead for sure]"

Fear appeared on everyone's faces. Rushing down from a height of over ten meters was no different from courting death.

"Xia Luo! Xia Luo!" Jing Xiaoqian was scared and screamed in fear, "Save him! Someone save him!"

Everyone was indifferent. How the f * ck was she going to save him? Unless she found Superman.

Skinhead snorted in his heart, "Serves you right! Good death, you deserve to hit me!"

Yang Kun frowned. It seemed like the Mount Qiuming would be on the headlines tomorrow. This was a troublesome matter, and lomagol would definitely scold him to death.

"He rushed down!" Someone shouted.

They saw the front of the Wuling macro light crash into the railing. The lamp broke, and the railing broke. The body of the Wuling macro light was thrown into the air, flying towards them.

"Everyone, retreat!" Yang Kun shouted. The crowd began to move backward. Many people even took out their mobile phones and started to take videos.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Jing Xiaoqian widened her eyes and prayed for Xia Luo in her heart.

Two seconds later, "Bang! "With a loud sound, the Wuling macro light smashed heavily on the track. The huge gravitational force caused a large part of the car to be dented, and pieces of glass flew everywhere.

"What the f * ck!"

Xia Luo kicked the door open and ran out.

After a few steps, there was a terrifying explosion behind him. The flames were like a huge American movie.

"Hu... Phew, that was close. I almost got GG. "

Xia Luo sat on the lawn next to the track and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "What happened to you?"

He looked around curiously.

The onlookers were all dumbfounded. Only Jing Xiaoqian rushed over and hugged his neck.

"Great, Xia Luo, you're fine!"

"Hehe, I told you earlier. I've never lost a bet in my life." Xia Luo smiled.

At this moment, Yuan Linlin's Lamborghini finally arrived.

After she crossed the finish line, she got off the car and looked at the Wuling macro light that was burning with fire. She was completely dumbfounded.

"This... What is going on?"

"F * ck, this kid belongs to Xiao Qiang, right? His life is so tough, he can't even die like this!" The surrounding people widened their eyes and looked at Xia Luo as if they were looking at a madman.

For a moment, Yang Kun was dumbfounded. He held the referee's flag and didn't know how to judge.

"Hand it over."

At this time, Xia Luo walked to Yuan Linlin's side and smiled as he opened his hands.

"Take... take what?"

"Why are you pretending to be stupid? Give me the car key. I won."

Xia Luo pointed at his Wuling macro light. Only now did everyone notice that when Xia Luo rushed down from the mountain top, he had already crossed the finish line.

Yuan Linlin only reached the finish line later.

"I lost?"

Yuan Linlin was stunned for a moment and suddenly changed her expression, "No! You are cheating. This cannot be counted. I should have won!"

"It is you guys who said that as long as we reach the finish line, we can drive it back. Why do you care how I drive it? I haven't left the track yet. May I ask which rule I have broken? "

Xia Luo crossed his arms and sneered.

"No matter what you say, I will never admit that I have lost. You are cheating!"

Yuan Linlin's face darkened. Obviously, she wanted to go back on her word.

How could Xia Luo tolerate it? He stepped forward and snatched the car key from her hand. skinhead, who was not far away, saw this and quickly brought his men to surround her.

"Kid, hand over the key. Otherwise, don't think about leaving the Mount Qiuming alive today."

"What, you want to fight?"

Xia Luo circled the car key twice on his fingertip. His tone was relaxed, and he didn't seem afraid at all.

"Hmph, Xia Luo, I admit that you are quite good at fighting, but no matter how good you are at fighting, you can still fight twelve? Oh, no, adding me, it's thirteen!"

Skinhead stood in front of the twelve little brothers and groaned, "Mlgb, little brat, weren't you pretty awesome just now? Try being awesome again. Come, hit me."

"Oh."

Xia Luo had never seen such a strange request in his entire life. He immediately gave him a loud slap on the face, causing the people around him to be dumbfounded.

"Brother Baldy?"

A 1.9m tall burly youth said in a daze.

"What are you standing there for? Kill him for me! F * ck him up!" skinhead was furious. He didn't expect Xia Luo to be so arrogant. Xia Luo even dared to hit him in front of so many of his underlings.

"Kill him!"

The twelve lackeys immediately walked towards Xia Luo aggressively. They rubbed their fists and cracked their knuckles.

"He's dead for sure." Yuan Linlin sneered in her eyes.

"They are dead for sure." Jing Xiaoqian was also sneering.

Xia Luo looked at the group of people and shook his head. Then, he quickly defeated them all. He moved so fast that skinhead, Yang Kun, and the others did not even have time to react before the battle ended.

"Ouch..."

"It hurts, my arm..."

"I'm going to die. It hurts!"

"An ambulance! An ambulance!"

The lawn was filled with wails, and the surroundings were quiet.

Xia Luo took out a cigarette from somewhere and put it in his mouth. He then raised his chin at skinhead.

"Brother... Brother Luo, you... You smoke."

Skinhead took out a silver lighter from his pocket. "Pa!" He lit it up and his hands were shaking.

Xia Luo smoked twice and pressed the cigarette butt on skinhead's head. He screamed!

"Ah! Ah!"

"Shout! Scream! Scratch your scar! "

Xia Luo kicked him a few times. skinhead's facial muscles twitched from the pain. He was burned by Xia Luo for eight scars.

"What... what do you want to do?"

Yuan Linlin saw Xia Luo walk towards her at the end and her face turned pale.

Xia Luo walked over and said one word to her, "Get lost!" Then he walked straight to the Lamborghini Huracan.

"En, not bad, not bad, a good car."

Xia Luo stroked the curve of the car and was very satisfied. He finally had a sports car that belonged to him.

"Hurricane," a sports car published by Lamborghini at the end of 2013. It used a carbon fiber structure to reduce the weight of the car. It was sold in the country for five to six million.

How could Xia Luo not know about cars?

He had just pretended not to know.

When he was nine years old, he was familiar with all kinds of transportation, ranging from small electric motorcycles to large tank bombers. Whenever he had nothing to do, he would race with CIA agents on America Street. He had never been caught before.

After leaving Mount Qiuming, Yang Kun ordered his little brother to pack up the broken Wuling macro light, and then sent skinhead and the others to the hospital. He was exhausted.

"Little Kun, what's wrong?"

At this time, a slightly mature male voice sounded.

Yang Kun turned his head and looked. In front of him stood a man in a suit. He was about thirty years old. There was tiredness from work between his brows, and there was also the sharpness of a young man.

"Boss!"

When Yang Kun saw this man, he was filled with respect!

This man was the boss of their TGR Super Running Club, one of the Four Young Masters of the Songjiang. At the same time, he was also the keeper of the Mount Qiuming's single circle record.

Si Lema!

"What?! He rushed down from the top of the mountain and won a calf from Lin Lin?"

After Si Lema heard what happened to Yang Kun, he was shocked. He also felt that the guy called Xia Luo was very interesting.

"Boss, he also beat up many of our people. Do you want to find someone on the road?"

Yang Kun's eyes revealed a ruthless look. He made a gesture of cutting Si Lema's neck.

The corner of Si Lema's mouth curled into a playful smile. He pointed his finger.

"Tell that Wuling macro light that I, Si Lema, will wait for him in the Mount Qiuming at 6.30pm next month."

"If he can beat me, then he can choose three cars from the garage!"

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