Chapter 154

Originally, there was no membership card in the racetrack, but Zhou Zeyu drove a global limited edition sports car over, and the security guard didn't stop him and let him in directly.

Because here is the place to look at the face, the car is a person's face, even if there is no membership card, as long as the car is good, it can be released.

On the two wide tracks inside, two fast-moving sports cars were running on them, and everyone's eyes were on the race. However, when Zhou Zeyu's car entered the race, some people's eyes had been attracted.

When Zhou stopped the car, there were some people waiting to watch.

Wearing a shirt, trousers and leather shoes, I don't look like people who come to this kind of place. Maybe I went out of the venue.

"You have a good car, but I don't know how you are?" A young man with flying hair, wearing a pair of ragged jeans and a hip-hop jacket came up and said, his tone full of provocation.

"Just try." Zhou Zeyu rolled up his shirt sleeve, and when the voice just fell, he had already put the man to the ground.

Although Zhou Zeyu came to this place for the first time, he knows the rules of this place. It's hard for new people to show their hands. Otherwise, they are easy to be shot.

That person some awkwardly gets up, a face of don't accept, "can point fist foot Kung Fu calculate what skill, here, the race track can win the black head talent is to have real ability, the kid dares to compare?"

Zhou Zeyu hooked the corner of his lips, and a trace of disdain flashed on his face. Since he dared to come, he didn't learn to be afraid, "what dare you?"

At this time, a man came in the crowd. He was not tall, but he was very strong. It seemed that he was the so-called blackhead. His name really matched him.

From a distance, black head dwarfs Zhou Zeyu by half.

"You want to challenge me? What level of membership do you have Blackhead touched his smooth head, looked at the strange face, and the dazzling dress, his face showed a look of contempt.

"I don't have a membership card." Zhou Zeyu told the truth, then pointed to the car behind him and said, "I only have that car."

Blackhead squinted and recognized the brand of the car in the dim light. There are only five limited edition sports cars in the world. Even he has never seen the real body of the car, but the man in front of him is the owner of the car.

Blackhead turns his attention to Zhou Zeyu again. This face is too strange in H city. It's reasonable to say that the person who can afford this kind of car is rich or expensive. He can't ignore it. It's just the man in front of him

But even so, blackhead pretended not to be surprised at all and said: "car racing depends on car skills, not on car price."

It's a very meaningful sentence. It's expressed between the lines of the black head. Money may not work here.

Zhou Zeyu laughed and said coldly, "of course, unless you dare not compare with me."

Blackhead in this circuit, no one dare to challenge him so boldly. In the face of Zhou Zeyu's challenge, he thinks it has a special flavor, but he is worried that Zhou Zeyu will lose miserably in a short time, even his underwear will not be left.

"How big is the bet?" Blackhead deliberately gives Zhou Zeyu the right to choose. He wants to see how many abilities this eccentric person has.

Everyone looked at Zhou Zeyu, and each of them was waiting to see a good play.

Some people speculate in their hearts that they may not even know the rules, let alone other things.

"The biggest bet, if I lose, ten million, if you lose..." Zhou Zeyu paused, glanced around, and then fixed his eyes on blackhead. "If you lose, you'll leave the car forever and never show up here again."

As he spoke, Zhou Zeyu slightly lifted his thin lips, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. He swept his black head's frozen face, and his eyes gradually gathered an obvious chill.

The chill did not deliberately hide, was blackhead accepted.

Blackhead has been in the race track for so many years. He has never seen a person who is so beautiful. But his eyes are like a sword that kills people. There is a sense of inexplicable oppression from him, which makes people shiver.

In the face of such an open challenge, as a champion who has dominated the circuit for many years, he can not say no.

"OK, no problem." Such an answer, but let the black head have no confidence at all. If he passed by his face, he could know something about it, but he had never seen the man standing opposite him, let alone know what he was.

This game has attracted the attention of all the people in the field, basically 99% of the people are gambling blackhead win, blocking down very big.

In the crowd's cheers, Yang Jiayang came in a hurry and dialed Zhou Zeyu's phone. There was no one to answer. Looking at a group of dark people gathered in the distance, thinking about Zhou Zeyu's tone on the phone, he immediately responded, "not good..."

As expected, Zhou Zeyu was in the crowd, and he was still standing in the black head.

Yang Jiayang came to Zhou Zeyu and asked, "what's the matter, brother?"

Before waiting for Zhou Zeyu to speak, he pointed at Zhou Zeyu and asked, "your brother?""Yes." Yang Jiayang is very respectful in front of blackheads. After all, he is the boss here, and he is also a black-and-white person in H city. Of course, compared with Zhou Zeyu's background, he is not as good.

Yang Jiayang looks at Zhou Zeyu and wants to know the answer to the question just now.

"I haven't had a car for a long time. Today I'm going to relax my shin." Zhou Zeyu said very easily, as if the competition was just like driving, "I took off my shoes. I came out in a hurry and didn't change my shoes."

Zhou Zeyu is not polite at all. He has just taken off his shoes. Then he looks at Yang Jiayang and waits for him to take off his shoes.

"My feet stink."

"Don't be so fussy. It's not the first day I know."

Helpless, Yang Jiayang can only take off his shoes to Zhou Zeyu, and asked: "how big is the bet?"

"Ten million." Zhou Zeyu seems to be talking about the nature of 100 yuan.

"Brother, really, blackhead is one of the top racing drivers in China..."

"I was also a first-class car driver in the United States," he said

Yang Jiayang could not refute Zhou Zeyu's words. It is true that during his study abroad, Zhou Zeyu always played car racing. As for his level, he really didn't know.

Blackhead looks at Zhou Zeyu and Yang Jiayang changing their shoes in public. He is confident again. They don't know how to race cars. What's more, Yang Jiayang knows the level of racing cars. Even if he is a layman, his friends will not be so good. The car he drives may also be a way to support his face.

Looking at the black head's face showing that confident and treacherous smile, the blocking outside is getting bigger and bigger.