Going further forward, we are approaching the top of the mountain. This section of the winding mountain road is steep and sharp, and has always been called the Eighteen Bends of Death by underground racers.

There are countless underground racers who die here every year. Usually, when people race here, if they dare to drive a speed of more than 100 on the 18th turn of death, they can be called desperately. Ordinary drivers generally dare not exceed 60.

Everyone is a driver, and judging the speed of the car with the naked eye is nothing, but they saw Luo Tai driving into the eighteen turns of death at a speed of over 180, which made everyone hardly believe their eyes.

Many drivers had already walked out of the cab, holding the car door and looking at the top of the mountain, their admiration for the silver Diapolo master became stronger and stronger.

As Luo Tai drifted through one corner after another without slowing down, the drivers began to count in unison: "One! Two! Three!"

Eighteen curves passed in a flash, and Diapolo stopped on the top of the mountain. Two lights pierced the night, and it was lit up like a lighthouse in the hearts of all riders.

"My mother, can't anyone invite Schumacher here?"

"This is too fantasy, right? Someone actually ran through the eighteen turns of death at a speed of more than 180. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it."

"That's right, who is the awesome man who has come down to earth? With such a master, we can still race here in the future. As long as this master comes, then we will be the one who has collected money for the masters?"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense. Maybe someone invited this expert to make things difficult for us Jibei people. I'll find someone to do it!"

There are all kinds of things to say, but it is recognized that Diapolo owner is a top expert.

Luo Tai stood on the top of the mountain and blew the cool breeze for a while, and the blood that was aroused began to calm down slowly. No wonder so many young men like to drive. This extreme speed and the stimulation of constantly passing by the god of death really make people fall into it and can't stop.

Looking at the winding mountain road that stretched along the ridge, Luo Tai was not going to continue driving anymore. He drove along the mountain road and was about to leave the area of ​​Jibei City.

Get in the car, get in gear, and start.

Luo Tai drove back the same way. When he often died, Luo Tai did not maintain the highway when he came, but he still passed by at 140 mph. Once again, the drivers who were parked below exclaimed.

After falling into the eighteen turns of death, Luo Tai frowned. More than a dozen sports cars of various colors blocked the road, leaving no gap. Luo Tai had to stop the car slowly in front of the leading Diapolo.

The Diapolo driver who had not gotten out of the car pushed open the door and walked down. The man came to Luotai's cab with a fanatic look on his face and gently knocked on the window glass with his fingers. His speech was trembling with excitement: "Hey. Where are you doing? It was so cool just now. Your car looks very eye-catching. I have seen all the good cars in Jibei City. You are not from Jibei City, are you?"

Luo Tai slowly rolled down the window and greeted the driver outside the car door with a smile on his face: "Hehe, it's the second young master, we just met during the day."

It turned out that this Diapolo, which made Luo Tai look familiar, was the second young master who was invited to the club for dinner during the day by Lu Siding.

The second young master's eyes were almost glaring out, he stretched his head to look into the car, and found that Luo Tai was the only one. He exclaimed in the tone of seeing the Queen Mother descending to earth: "It's you?!?! You are that kind of thing... Little Master Luo! Are you not a chef? Why can you drive?"

Luo Tai pushed open the car door and walked down, standing next to the second young master: "Sorry, I'm a chef who can drive."

At this time, a guy with a dead eyebrows and eyes tilted his cigarette butts rushed over from the other direction, pointed at Luo Tai and shouted: "Mom, are you here to smash the situation today? I'll kill you."

Before Luo Tai could react, the second young master glared at him and rushed over. The guy cursed: "Get out! What's wrong with you here? This is my friend."

When he heard that Luo Tai was a friend of the second young master, a few guys who rolled up their arms and sleeves were eager to try it out immediately shrank their heads and hid aside obediently.

The second young master grabbed Luo Tai's arm, pointed the direction of Death Row with his fingers, and asked excitedly: "Master Luo, how did you do it just now? That's Death Row. No one can rush over at 180."

Luo Tai was endured with the hot and reverent gazes around him, and his interest rose again, and he reached out and opened the car door: "I want to know how I did it? Then get in the car and I'll take you for a walk."

The second young master was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and screamed strangely. He turned over and rolled over and rolled over the front of the car, opened the other door and sat in, urging him repeatedly: "Hurry up, get in the car, I will also experience a rush of speed."

Luo Tai smiled and sat into the car. Silver Diapolo shook his tail, turned around and rushed towards Death again.

The second young master sat next to Luo Tai, staring at Luo Tai's every step of his operation without blinking.

Luo Tai's movements can no longer be called driving, it can be called art.

Every shift and every turn are so dazzling. His feet are constantly pressing the clutch, light or heavy, and occasionally pressing the brakes hard. His body swaying with the twisting of the car body. Luo Tai is now like a great dancer dancing, dancing on the fingertips of the god of death.

The huge back pushing feeling made the second young master's adrenaline secrete sharply, and a stream of pleasure rose from his lower abdomen made him feel a little suffocating.

Unintentionally, his eyes flashed across the speedometer, and Er Shao's pupils instantly increased to their limits.

It is not the speed he thought was 180 kilometers per hour, but it has reached 185, and it is still growing tenaciously, 190, 195, 200, 205....

Speed ​​of more than 200 kilometers per hour!

This is a fucking death!

No one has ever dared to run at a speed of more than 150 kilometers per hour!

Shock, panic, stimulation, numbness, and all kinds of feelings eventually turned into a ghost crying and howling at the Second Young Master.

At such a fast moment, Luo Tai still had time to turn his head and smile at the yelling second young master.

Second Young Master pointed to the curve that was coming to his face, and there was a clatter in his throat. All the hairs on his head stood upright, and he couldn't even make a scream.

Eighteen bends passed in a flash, and the silver Diapolo turned around on the top of the mountain. Luo Tai did not stop and continued to rush down into the death bend.

Squeak~~

A huge brake sound rang out, Luo Tai stopped the car back to the starting point, pushed open the car door and walked down.

There was silence on the field.

All the riders who witnessed this crazy game with their own eyes have entered a petrified state, as if a Medusa has just passed by here.

The first person to react was the second young master in the car. He almost used the force to tear the seat belt off, opened the door quickly, and rushed towards Luo Tai from the side and rear, hanging on Luo Tai like a koala.

"Brother, you are my brother, you are my biological brother! Who doesn't know that I, Ersen Cheng, like the three most in my life, the first is bet, the second is car, and the third is eating! For these three things, I can even refuse women. Brother, you are the best driver I have ever met, and you can also make good dishes that can't be able to hold on. You will be my biological brother in the future! I'm all determined to have sex change surgery to marry you."

Luo Tai stretched out the Second Young Master's arms and hugged him, held the Second Young Master in front of him, looked at the Second Young Master's eyebrows that were obviously not willing to settle down in his eyes, and said with a wry smile: "Just like you, even if you are really a woman, I can't marry you."

After the second young master's struggle, these drivers, who were obviously rich young masters, flocked to the crowd. The elder brother was so short that Luo Taitou was as big as a fight, and he wanted to use the powerful King Kong legs to kick them back to Jibei City one by one.

After finally suppressing the chaos, led by Luotai's silver Diapolo, this luxury caravan worth hundreds of millions headed straight to Jibei city.

It was already past one o'clock in the morning when Luo Tai parked his car to the side of the road with a crazy horn behind him.

There was a sound of thumping opening and closing the car doors behind him. The group of people, led by the Second Young Master, surrounded Luo Tai's car.

"Brother Tai, what do you like to eat? Today I will treat you. One is to apologize to you, and the other is to celebrate our fate. Brothers must not return without getting drunk."
Chapter completed!