Chapter: 3
But when Zhang Han was about to enter the Ford Mustang, there was a timid and childish voice behind him:
"Daddy, Comeon, Beatthebadguys"
Zhang Han froze for a moment, turned his head to look, and saw the little princess standing at the fat man's feet.
"Why does a cute little girl call someone daddy casually?"
Zhang Han shook his head funny.
"Brother Han, you will definitely win!" The fat man clenched his fists at Zhang Han, showing an encouraging look.
"With your auspicious words, your car will bring me good luck." Zhang Han glanced at him lightly, and sat sideways in the Mustang car.
A tall beauty in a bikini walked up to two cars, held two small flags in both hands, and raised them up:
"Prepare!"
The angry roar of the engines of the two cars at the same time.
Inside the Ferrari, Liu Feng had a smug smile on his lips.
The fat man on the back let out a meaningful smile.
The eyes of the lovely princess at his feet were full of fear and worry, with tears in her eyes, which was so tender and pitiful.
As for Zhang Han in the wild horse, there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.
"Collusion to harm me?"
"Unfortunately, I am no longer who I was back then."
"Even if you don't have any cultivation base now, how can you and other ants be able to provoke?"
"start!"
Suddenly, the beautiful girl in bikini waved the colorful flag in her hand, and in an instant, amidst the screams and cheers of the crowd, the two cars rushed forward like lightning.
People rushed to the electronic screen to watch the race between the two cars from the perspective of the remote control aircraft in mid-air.
"Brother Feng's starting speed is so fast!"
"It goes without saying that the two cars are no longer of the same class."
"Not necessarily. After all, Brother Feng has the strength of a professional player, and Zhang Han hasn't touched a sports car in five years, right?"
From the screen, Liu Feng's Ferrari was ten meters ahead after five seconds. Don't underestimate the ten meters. In a race, a few distances ahead often represents the initiative and a greater advantage.
On the curved road in the first half, the two cars made various delicate drifts one after the other, and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground could be heard as far away as the hill.
"Liu Feng is worthy of being the king of Los Angeles cars. He has his own unique understanding and talent. The drifting of these simple corners is just right."
A middle-aged man with a bald head is a real commentator. He is a professional racing commentator. As he was talking, he was suddenly surprised:
"Huh? I didn't expect that Zhang Han's drifts are much better than Liu Feng's. He has a perfect grasp of distance and strength. He really has two brushes!"
From the perspective of the lens, the speed and precision of the blue Ford Mustang drift are smoother than that of the Ferrari.
Gradually, the distance between the two cars became closer and closer. Seeing that the Ford Mustang was about to overtake, the Ferrari began to swing from side to side and made a sharp stop.