Chapter 228: Hell-Level Race

n and a man in a well-tailored suit with glasses.Li Bochen was tall and handsome, with a face as divine as a god. His bearing was noble and elegant, but when he saw Luo Ningxi's disheveled appearance,...Du Ming's Ferrari was high-end, she knew it well. Even if it wasn't the latest model, it was a real driving sports car.

How can their little train compare

Thinking about this, Luo Ningxi hurriedly grabbed Li Bochen's arm and gave him a pleading look. "We're here for the full moon party, right Let's go quickly, don't waste time."

Luna, seeing her expression of disapproval, suddenly had an idea.

"Ningxi, Li Chen said so too, they must be very confident. Why don't we just have a try Anyway, the full moon wine is still some time away, let's just treat it as a team building activity."

Luo Ningxi originally didn't want to pay attention to her, but hearing her frantically throw stones at him, he almost wanted to slap her.

"People are still waiting to eat, what's the point If you want to watch a race, go to a professional racetrack!"

"It's alright, wife." Li Bichen interrupted her at this moment, his voice languid and indifferent, "Since some people want to be abused, then I'll indulge them."

But...

Li Bochen lowered his voice, "With so many people watching, if I back down at the last minute, I'll be even more embarrassed. Rest assured, I know my limits."

"I'm worried you're just forcing it! Luoningxi said anxiously and angrily, "If I had known better, I would have bought you a better car! A bunch of people who look down on others! They only know how to belittle people!"

Li Bochen was amused by her adorable appearance. He stared earnestly into her eyes and asked, "Don't you believe I will win"

"You can just try your best. It's no big deal if you lose, after all, the hardware is what it is, and you're not a professional racer. Safety comes first..."

Listening to the woman chatter incessantly in his arms, Li Bochen helplessly rubbed her head.

"Baby, just wait and see the show."

Back in the day, he was an amateur race car driver abroad. Though he hadn't been on the track for a long time, dealing with someone like Du Ming was child's play.

……

The racetrack at the mountain villa, located on a winding mountain road, is a notorious and dangerous stretch known throughout the industry. At a glance, you can see several turns winding their way upwards.

"Who do you think will win this competition"

"Still guessing That's a Ferrari, what could possibly beat it"

“I heard that this road used to have fatalities.”

The clamor of voices reached Lu Ningxi's ears. She pursed her lips, lifted her head to look at the overcast sky, and caught a whiff of sea air on her nose.

Won't it rain

Li Bochen stood by the car, his hawk-like eyes narrowed, thinking about something unknown.

Du Ming had someone specially bring him a set of safety gear. As he put it on, he walked over and, seeing Li Baochen's appearance, a sneer curled up the corner of his mouth.

"What's wrong Scared If you are, just admit defeat quickly. Don't try to put on a brave face in front of a woman and end up making a fool of yourself. You'll be begging for mercy by then!"

Tu Ming walked closer and intentionally lowered his voice.

"Now kneel down and beg for mercy, and maybe I'll find an excuse for you, leaving you some face."

Li Bochen let out a disdainful snort, not even bothering to spare him a glance. He turned and got into his car.

"Damn, what are you pretending to be"

Du Ming cursed, leaning against the car and putting on his helmet with an exaggerated pose, which drew a lot of screams.

Two cars lined up at the starting line, and the atmosphere became tense.

The flag fell, Du Ming's car shot out like a bolt of lightning, kicking up a cloud of dust, and instantly left Li Bochen behind.

Cheers erupted all around, but Luo Ningxi's tightly furrowed brows remained unchanged. This mountain road looked very dangerous. Even though Li Bochen was used to the dangers of playing in the wind and moon field, what if something happened!

At this point in the race, Du Ming felt confident. After a fast start, he saw through his rearview mirror that Li Bochen had fallen behind by some distance and couldn't help but feel smug.

He held the steering wheel, as if playing a game, deliberately blocking Li Boche's car from moving forward.

Li Bichen went left, and he followed suit; Li Bichen went right, and he followed again, making sure not to let Li Bichen overtake him. He even deliberately positioned his exhaust fumes in front of Li Bichen's car, a silent mockery.

Just then, the increasingly gloomy sky could no longer hold back the thin clouds. Fine raindrops began to fall, and the cold wind started to blow relentlessly.

This made the already dangerous track even more difficult to navigate, akin to a hellish level!in and Li Jiancheng were disheveled, their mouths stained with lipstick, lacking their usual swagger. Instead, their faces bore a mixture of anger, resentment, and the frustration of being outmaneuver...