Desperate Racing

On the deserted street, the four of them were slowly moving toward District 13, approaching step by step.

Following the road that Xiao Wang pointed out to them, they walked along this road, and the more they walked, the more they could see the bustling neighborhood in front of them...

This is the place of depravity!

It is also a place where people easily lose their lives...

As the saying goes, not everyone can lose weight despite the feasting and feasting.

Especially in District 13!

On the street in front is the 13th arrondissement.

You can see it from a distance. The lights on that block are as bright as daytime, and there are also several buildings with lights on...

"Brother Hua, that should be District 13, right?" Zhang Dabiao looked at the place that Xiao Wang in the bar said was so scary... Not only did he feel suspicious in his heart!

I was thinking to myself, is District 13 just like the night market in Tanglin City?

But is it really the same?

No one knows!

Yang Hua smiled after hearing what Da Biao said.

"Probably so."

"Let's go."

After saying that, he walked forward.

Behind them, Zhou Xiaoquan and Da Biao followed, and Ali followed the three of them silently, lowering his head and saying nothing... Occasionally, a pair of dark eyes appeared in the middle of the night, like a wolf with a fierce gaze...

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The four of them soon reached the block in front!

The first thing that caught my eye was the rows of people standing on both sides of the road...

They looked excited and turned their heads together, looking into the distance as if they were looking at something... The left and right ends of the road were almost full of people... But in the middle of the road, there was nothing...

I just heard some people in front of me wondering, there were men, women, girls wearing scantily clad clothes, and a group of men with horrible tattoos... they were screaming there...

When Yang Hua and the others slowly integrated into District 13 without anyone noticing, they saw several cars lined up at the other end...

The styles of cars vary.

But the only thing is that the style is old.

Drag racing?

Yes!

On the street in front of you, a drag racing competition is taking place!

The only difference from China is that not only do you lose money in drag racing here... you also lose your life!

Because people who place bets not only want money, but also their lives... This is the way of survival in District 13...

At the very end, I saw a 98-model old-fashioned Xiali! But the exterior was spray-painted with a very eye-catching yellow color... The entire car body, except for the headlights on the front, was almost entirely yellow, and it looked extremely blinking.

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On the roof of the car, there was a man sitting, wearing a tight black sleeveless T-shirt.

There is a skull tattooed on one side of the two muscular arms!

Skull and Bones guy?

When Yang Hua saw the man, he was stunned.

Zhou Xiaoquan who was next to him also saw it.

He whispered: "Brother Hua, that guy is from the Skull and Bones Society."

Yang Hua nodded...

Standing next to them was a hunched-over old man...with an extremely wretched appearance...bent over there, smoking a cigarette, with an obscene light in his eyes. Opposite him, a tall figure

Hot women...

Yang Hua glanced at the man next to him, smiled, and continued to look forward... What he has to do now is to understand the situation in District 13 first... Only in this way can he go to Da Zhuang and the others...

At the very end, the man with skulls tattooed on his arms, a scarf tied on his head and dark skin, sat on the roof of his car, looking as if nothing had happened...

soon……

Just listen to the sound of Si.

Two dazzling car lights suddenly came on from behind...

Another car drove over.

The approaching vehicle was all dressed in gray.

Judging from the appearance, it is difficult to tell what model it is... If you guess correctly, it should be an old Santana produced in 1995 and then modified...

Come over now!

As he drove forward, people on both sides of the road began to shout wildly...

I saw the car door open...

The one who came out was a man with dyed brown hair.

He looks pretty handsome, but his eyes give people an evil feeling... He walked out of the car...

This person is also a famous little prince in District 13.

In the past, when I was outside, I hid in the dead city because of killing people.

Because my family is rich, I have been relying on money and building relationships in the dead city, and my popularity is pretty good in all aspects...

But in District 13, everyone knows that Skull and Bones rules.

This guy called the Little Prince, if it weren't for the people from the Skull and Bones Society, seeing how rich he is... he is a notorious prodigal, and they would have killed him long ago... The only advantage of keeping him is that every father outside will

Pay hundreds of thousands, or even millions, every month for this kid to spend...

It's just that today, this little prince is desperate to race with the famous "road killer" in District 13!

And he put his life on the line!

Is he stupid?

No one knows!

But after getting off the car, he glanced at the skeleton sitting on the roof of another car.

The man sitting on the roof of the car didn't even look at him.

He just suddenly jumped out of the car.

Standing in front of him coldly, when he stood up, he could see that he was so tall... He was half a head taller than the little prince.

A pair of eyes revealed a cold light, looking at the little prince in front of him.

Although the little prince was very scared, he still pretended to be indifferent... and forced a smile.

"Get your money ready! Get your life ready!"

Just listen to the tall Skull and Bones member say coldly.

His voice itself was extremely loud, and when he shouted it loudly, it caused people on both sides of the road to roar together... The scene they most wanted to see was excitement and bloodshed...

The little prince's face was a little pale... At this moment, his legs were not only a little weak... Now he really wanted to slap himself in the mouth. Who asked him to get drunk yesterday and try to compete with others?

But the fact is certain!

Everyone knows that in District 13, the consequences for those who do not keep their word... are worse than death...

So now the little prince has no choice but to bite the bullet!

He only hopes that God can bless him today and win this battle... Otherwise, he will die when he is only 27 years old... He has not had enough fun, has not drunk enough wine, and has not enjoyed enough life...

Wouldn't it be a pity to die so early?
Chapter completed!