The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

As a man who has driven a tank, the technical points of this small car are almost full.

Ye Zhibing stepped on the accelerator without hesitation, and the Camaro sped forward immediately.

His Camaro is also a good car, with a limit speed of 250 yards, so it accelerates very quickly.

After a while, Ye Zhibing slowly caught up with the yellow sports car in front of him.

Ye Zhibing also saw clearly that in front was a four-seater Porsche 911.

"Hey, big brother, a guy with a broken car behind him is chasing him!" A young man with yellow hair happened to look back, saw Ye Zhibing's car, and said to big brother Huang who was driving the car.

"Hmph, a broken Camaro, and you still want to race with me? Let's see how I can kill him."

The yellow-haired young man who was driving the so-called big brother also glanced in the rearview mirror and sneered.

The yellow-haired young man kicked the accelerator to the end, the sports car trembled suddenly as if it had been taken medicine, and the speed increased.

Ye Zhibing didn't show any weakness either, and accelerated straight up, biting the sports car tightly.

The two cars chased each other for a while, and there was a turn ahead.

The yellow-haired youth did not have the confidence to turn at high speed, so he slowed down.

But Ye Zhibing still maintained his high speed and rushed straight towards the rear of the sports car.

"I~Damn, does that kid want to die!"

Seeing this scene, the two young men in charge of looking out behind the car were a little confused.

They don't believe that someone can turn this corner at the speed of the car behind, unless he is a car god!
"Brother, that kid is still accelerating!"

The two hurriedly reported to the yellow-haired brother who was driving.

Brother Huang Mao also saw it from the rearview mirror.

Although he could speed up and get rid of the Camaro chasing him, he didn't dare to speed up.

Although he is crazy and extremely arrogant, he is afraid of death!
You can't live such a good life when you die.

He is also an old driver, and he thinks that turning at this speed will definitely overturn the car!
"He is crazy. If you want to die, you can die. We will not accompany you."

As the big brother Huang Mao said, he lifted his feet up and slowed down quickly.

But Ye Zhibing drove the Camaro and rushed towards the sports car without slowing down.

If the sports car doesn't get out of the way, it is destined to be hit by the Camaro.

Such a fast speed, what a big impact it is.

"Stop! Stop!"

The two yellow-haired youths who were watching desperately waved their hands at Ye Zhibing, trying to slow down Ye Zhibing.

Ye Zhibing ignored them and continued to charge forward.

At this time, it is time to see who has good skills and who has a strong mental quality.

The yellow-haired brother who was driving couldn't stand this kind of challenge and decided to save his life.

He slammed on the brakes and turned the steering wheel at the same time, causing the car to crash into the guardrail on the side of the road.

The sports car quickly collided violently with the guardrail.

Thanks to the yellow-haired brother who was driving, he slowed down early. Although the front of the sports car was hit beyond recognition, he was fine at last, but he broke out in a cold sweat from fright.

Seeing this scene, Ye Zhibing felt happy, and immediately turned the corner with a beautiful limit drift.

Ye Zhibing deliberately slowed down, then stuck his head out of the car window, and gave the group of young people a middle finger.

"It's not rude to come and go, dare to play with me, hum."

Ye Zhibing drove away in the car and lit a cigarette happily.

And the three yellow-haired youths in the back jumped up and scolded: "Don't run away if you have the guts, let's see how I fix you bastard!"

Ye Zhibing could no longer hear these.

But he didn't drive that high speed anymore.

It's not about rushing to do something, it's good to drive at a moderate speed.

Gradually approaching the urban area, there were more pedestrians on the side of the road.

This is not a highway, there are people walking along the side of the road from time to time, and there are children running around, Ye Zhibing had to drive carefully to avoid accidents.

Suddenly, Ye Zhibing saw an old woman walking forward with two baskets.

Feeling pity in his heart, he planned to give this old lady a kick.

So Ye Zhibing drove the car to the grandmother and stopped slowly.

He got out of the car, walked up to the old grandma, and asked, "Grandma, where are you going?"

The old grandma stopped her trembling steps, turned her head and took a look, and saw that it was a young man who was asking herself a question with a pleasant face.

She frowned, "Young man, what are you talking about?"

Ye Zhibing continued to ask: "Grandma, where are you going?"

The grandma still said that she didn't hear clearly.

Ye Zhibing felt that grandma's hearing might not be working well because of her age.

So Ye Zhibing raised his voice and asked, "Grandma, where are you going?"

This time the grandma heard clearly, "I am going to sell duck eggs in the city. These duck eggs are all laid by ducks raised by myself at home."

Ye Zhibing took a look at the old woman's basket, and it really contained hundreds of duck eggs, which were padded with hay for fear of breaking.

"Then I'll take you to the city by car, okay?"

Ye Zhibing pointed at his Camaro, and shouted loudly to the grandmother.

The old lady looked back and saw that the car was clean, so she waved her hand: "Young man, thank you, but we are country folks, so we won't take your car."

Ye Zhibing was not depressed, and continued to persuade the grandmother: "Grandma, it's okay, the car is for people to sit in, I'll take you to the city, you can go early if you are old, and go home early."

The old lady declined, but Ye Zhibing continued to persuade her.

He really couldn't bear to watch such an old grandma trekking hard alone to make a living.

Although he can't help the poor all over the world, but the people in front of him can help one.

After Ye Zhibing persuaded her for a while, the grandmother finally agreed.

Ye Zhibing happily took over the burden from the old lady, carried it to the rear of the car, and planned to put it in the trunk.

When he opened the trunk and bent down to carry the load, he heard a loud noise behind him.

As soon as you heard the sound, you knew it was coming from the cool sports car engine.

Ye Zhibing turned around to look, and was taken aback. This sports car turned out to be the yellow sports car he had raced with just now.

Although the front of the sports car was smashed, it didn't seem to affect driving.

The yellow-haired young man in the car also saw the blue Camaro ahead, and that young man.

They get excited.

"Brother, let's take revenge and kill this bastard!"

"Yes, big brother, this kid dared to provoke us, it really took the guts of a leopard."

Brother Huang Mao also hated the young man in front of him very much. It was too embarrassing for his proud driving skills to fail in front of his brothers.

Fortunately, I slowed down just now, otherwise I would be played to death by this kid.

Now that he has a chance to take revenge, Brother Huang Mao sneered and said, "Attention everyone, let's go down and beat him up."

The two yellow-haired boys immediately agreed: "Okay big brother, we're going to beat him until he can't take care of himself."