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Accompanied by the bright sunshine in the morning, Qin Luo quietly opened his eyes.

Today is the day when he takes the test for subject three, and it is also the day when he gets his "driver's license".

"Mom, I'm going to learn how to drive."

After talking to his mother, Fu Xiaowan, Qin Luo pushed open the door, swept away a small yellow car, and walked towards the driving school.

But as soon as he reached the gate of the driving school, Qin Luo was stunned.

I saw all kinds of vehicles parked at the entrance, Civic, Mercedes-Benz, BMW, and even Porsche, Bentley, Ferrari and other world-renowned cars, which directly filled the driving school venue.

what's the situation?Is it a car show?Qin Luo was a little confused.

Whoa!

Just when Qin Luo was in a daze, the car door opened, and a group of social youths got out.

They all wore black punk leather jackets, a blue hood wrapped around their heads, and their arms were covered in tattoos.

At first glance, it is an organized and premeditated drag racing group.

As for the purpose of their coming to the driving school, Qin Luo thinks there is only one possibility: most likely the driver's license has been revoked and they have to take the driver's license test again.

"A group of scumbags..."

Qin Luo smiled faintly, and walked into the driving school on his own.

But as soon as he stepped into the door, a voice with a cold voice came into his ears: "Who is the coach of 8238?"

I saw a young man walking out of a crowd, his eyes stared in all directions, scanning the crowd coldly.

8238?Qin Luo was slightly taken aback, isn't this the license plate of the coach car he drove yesterday?

Is this guy here to find fault?At this moment, Qin Luo narrowed his eyes.

"It's me!" Accompanied by a sharp shout, Song Shuhang walked out from the crowd.

Looking at the group of unscrupulous "motorcycle racers" in front of him, he frowned tightly, and his face was a little gloomy.

"I heard that you are very good at cornering, one lap at Yijian Peak?" Looking at Song Shuhang, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth.

Yijian Peak, located in the northeast suburb of Beishan City, is named after its shape resembling a soaring sword.The road in this place is steep, with many bends, and there is only a narrow road going up and down the mountain.

Therefore, it has become a sacred place in the minds of motorcycle racers. There are accidents almost every day, and people are sent to the morgue every week.

Going to Yijian Peak for drag racing is no different from sending someone to death!
Song Shuhang's face became more and more gloomy. He glanced at the other party coldly, and said sharply: "This is a driving school, no one will race with you. Now you leave, you have to race elsewhere."

"Ha ha……"

Hearing Song Shuhang's words, the young man sneered disdainfully, and said slowly: "It's fine if you agree today, if you don't agree, I can close this driving school tomorrow."

Threat, the threat of red fruit.

The anger in Song Shuhang's heart rose again. He raised his right hand, pointed at the young man tremblingly, and said sharply, "Believe it or not, I'll call the police immediately."

Call the police?

The young man smiled lightly.

Not everyone can be a motorcycle race. In their circle, everyone's status is not simple. Their family is either rich or powerful.

Take him as an example, his father is one of the top ten entrepreneurs in Beishan City, with hundreds of millions of wealth in his hands.

He didn't take Song Shuhang's words to heart at all.

He glanced at Song Shuhang lightly, and he waved to the younger brothers behind him, and all the younger brothers immediately opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.