"If I really have a grudge against him, can I still live until now?"

"That's right. Then he must love you very much and can't stand you being flirting with flowers outside, so he went on the battle himself!" Donald joked with shamelessness.

But Hunter showed a serious expression and looked behind Donald and said, "Winston... why are you here?"

Donald turned around in horror and found nothing. Looking back, he met Hunter's face, smiling with his belly.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

"Hehe...you have the ability to say in front of Winston, 'You must have loved Evan Hunter'!"

"Get out!" Donald made a middle finger at Hunter and left.

In the restaurant, Maddie sat across from Hunter.

His face was still the same as eating fly shit.

I heard that his ankle could not participate in the British competition.

This made Hunter secretly feel relieved.

"Don't think I don't know you're proud." McGrady said fiercely.

Ah? You know this? I obviously restrained myself very much!

"Didn't you read other professional reviews? Your performance is indeed unexpected, but it's like a gambler at the end of the road. No one feels that you can play a stable job."

"Thank you for telling me. I'll pay attention." Heng Te nodded, carefully rolled up the pasta and put it in his mouth.

"You'll be a piece of shit on Silverstone. Van Winston can't save you."

Hunter clamped his fork.

I'm shit, it's okay, because I'm shit.

But why do you want to get Winston?

"What if I can still get sixth place?" Hunter raised his eyes and looked at McGrady.

"You? Silverstone? Stop kidding."

"What's wrong?" Hunter asked coldly.

"It has long straights and high-speed curves. To achieve good results on this track, it requires first-class technology and racing. Although our racing car also uses Ferrari engines, our supporting power units are not as good as those of a large team! Moreover, there are many accidents in Silverstone, so be careful not to break your legs!" McGrady said coldly.

"Then I thank you for telling me. What I'm asking now is, what if I can still get sixth place?" Hunter continued to ask.

McGrady suddenly felt his gaze was a little scary.

"What do you want to...?"

"It's very simple. No matter how much you want to mock me in the future, you can laugh at me. But don't mention Vanne Winston again."

Yes, for him, he was a stuttering old man. Maybe not normally, but he really couldn't speak when he was excited. So McGrady laughed at him as a stuttering, which was not painful to him.

It's not a big deal to insult his parents... in fact, they are no longer there. No matter how McGrath said, they can't hear anything about people who are no longer in this world.

But Fann Winston is different.

How can a man who stands on a high place with his strength be insulted by others because of himself?

McGrady looked at Hunter, this time it was his turn to say a word.

"Yes, or not?" Hunter asked back.

"...Yes, if you really have that ability!"

Marcus frowned and walked over: "Hey! You two! Don't cause trouble for me again!"

"We didn't cause trouble. You didn't see the food still on the table. Didn't McGrady stab me with a dining knife?" Hunter shrugged and said.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Hahahaha, Donald said you love me so much!

Winston: Yes.

Hunter: I love you so much, too!

Winston: Thank you. Can I be the one who loves you so much?

Hunter: I want to die in the gentle country.
Chapter completed!