Facing Lin Xiangbei's suspicious look, Fat Chen was a little anxious at this time and said, "I know you don't believe it, but I really didn't race cars with others, and I just waited until the evening to drive out, just thinking that there were fewer cars on the road, much safer."

"As soon as I got on the road, a BMW M3 was blocked in front. When I slowed down, he slowed down. When I changed lanes, the other party also changed lanes, which was obviously going to cause trouble for me."

"I was afraid of breaking the old alcoholic car again, so I kept ignoring it. As a result, he stopped me from the side of the road, and suddenly braked suddenly. I had no choice but to turn the steering wheel and avoid it, so I hit the guardrail on the side of the road."

If Lin Xiangbei didn't believe it before, then now Fat Chen tells the story with a concise and concise story, he can probably believe it at about 70 to 80 points. After all, with Fat Chen's stupid IQ, it's a bit difficult to make a smooth and complete story, let alone now that he's hitting his head.

"What does that have to do with me?"

Lin Xiangbei asked back, it wasn't a turn to be shot for him.

"Of course it's related. After I crashed, the BMW M3 got off. He was surprised to find that the Toyota Corolla was driven by me. He said that he is Dongzai from Chenguang Convoy. If you don't agree, go to Tianming Mountain in Wu Province to find him."

"I'm not convinced?"

"Yes, he is talking about your name!"

My name?

At this time, Lin Xiangbei held his hands in front of his chest and began to seriously think about the connection.

If everything Chen said was true, it would be obvious that the other party mistakenly regarded the person who drove the Toyota Crown as himself, so he went over and kept provoking other cars.

But the problem is that only the only one who knew that I had bloomed the Toyota Corolla that night should have grown hair.

But this is hard to say. After all, it is a relatively sensational thing to outperform the SS version of Camaro with the Toyota Corolla. It is easy to spread it. Didn’t the old drunkard find out the next day?

From this point of view, the other party should have come for him, but Lin Xiangbei, of the Chenguang Convoy, had never heard of this name at all, and it was even more impossible to know it in this world, so where did the festival come from?

"Fatty, does this Wu Province's Chenguang team have anything to do with the Donghai Chenguang Club?"

"It's the team of Chenguang Club. Their base camp is in Wusheng. Later, they wanted to transform into a professional team and came to Donghai."

Hearing this answer, a figure appeared in Lin Xiangbei's mind, Chang Yu, the founder of Chenguang Club, whom he met on the Donghai International Track yesterday.

At that time, he directly rejected his invitation. It was obvious that Chang Yu's face changed. Although he was not as good as breaking his face, the other party eventually left.

From Chang Yu's standpoint, I must feel that Lin Xiangbei did not give Chenguang Club any face in front of so many team management.

From Lin Xiangbei's perspective, he felt that he had done nothing wrong. After all, he was not interested in the invitation of Volkswagen 222 and FCA team. I'm welcome to reject a club of a car club. What a big problem?

As the saying goes, business is unsuccessful and righteous. Chang Yu is also the founder of a racing club. If you really feel that you have lost face and want to get back the scene, you can run a game in person with yourself. Isn’t this a bit too LOW?

No wonder we can only form a car club in the East China Sea, rather than a real professional team.

"I understand, you are not a big deal, right?"

Lin Xiangbei looked at Fatty Chen who was like a pig's head and asked apologetically, and he seemed to be really accused of being shot.

"There is no big deal for people, but the car is a big problem."

"Where did the car go?"

"I dragged it to the repair shop last night. This morning I went over to ask about the situation. The other party said that the old car was not very valuable for repair and suggested that I consider scrapping it directly."

After saying this, Fat Chen was sad and just solved the problem of pulling the tank two days ago, but now he has even lost the car. The old alcoholic must know that he must have to peel off himself.

"I'll go and tell the old drunkard about the car."

Lin Xiangbei looked at Fatty Chen's appearance and spoke.

"real?"

"Um."

However, the surprise expression on Fatty Chen's face soon dimmed.

"Forget it, this time the matter is quite big. The car is going to be scrapped. I'll just tell you myself. After all, I'll crash it. Don't implicate you."

"Don't play pretentious with me, that's it."

Lin Xiangbei replied angrily, then got up and walked out of the store, and walked towards a black-branded hall not far away. As long as the old alcoholic was not in the store, he would hide in this black-branded hall and play "slot machines" most of the time.

Sure enough, when I entered the smoky black card hall, I saw an old drunkard sitting in front of a slot machine with a cigarette in his mouth and his eyes were red.

Just about this image, it is impossible to tell that the old drunkard was once the strongest rally driver in China.

Lin Xiangbei sat directly next to the old drunkard. The other party glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and then said lightly: "Is there anything wrong?"

"The fat man was maliciously dismissed the car and smashed the Toyota Flower Corolla in the store."

The unexpected rage did not appear. The old drunkard still pressed the betting button of the slot machine and asked calmly: "Who is maliciously leaving the car?"

"The driver of Wusheng Chenguang Racing Team, he came for me, but he met a fat man who drove the Toyota Crown."

"What are you going to do?"

"I want him to understand that he has found the wrong opponent."

When saying this, Lin Xiangbei's tone rarely showed a "killing intention".

In fact, after hearing what Fatty Chen said before, Lin Xiangbei felt anger in his heart. Although this fat man was frivolous, he was timid in front of the old drunkard.

But Lin Xiangbei also did not forget that He Lei took a step forward on the East China Sea International Track. Even on the other side's territory, the fat man stood in front of him without hesitation, afraid that his size would suffer a loss.

This world is unfamiliar to Lin Xiangbei. Now only Fatty Chen can be called a friend. He may have many shortcomings, but who is perfect in this world? Lin Xiangbei himself is the same.

Fatty Chen was lucky last night, but what if there was another next time?

Some things have touched Lin Xiangbei's bottom line, so they must be solved!

"It's okay, not a coward."

The old drunkard held a cigarette in his mouth and nodded with satisfaction.

"You don't object?"

Lin Xiangbei was a little surprised because he still remembered that he ran around with the Toyota Crown that night. The old alcoholic warned him seriously that he would die if he was racing on the street. Today, his attitude changed so quickly?

"Why do you have to object? Can you not escape the other party?"

"I can't lose."

"That's all, can you ask me to go out to find the place?"

"No, you..."

Lin Xiangbei always felt something was wrong, but as soon as he said this, he was rudely interrupted by the old drunkard.

"Don't be like a mother-in-law like a sissy mother. I usually teach Haitao a lesson, but I don't want this stupid boy to go racing on the street to save his life, but it doesn't mean I can watch him be bullied."
Chapter completed!