After the identity of the women's clothing boss was exposed by his sister

As soon as the car stopped, Wang Binghong rushed over.

After Zhang Ling'er got out of the car, she also hugged Wang Binghong and sobbed.

After Mo Yichen got off the car, he saw Tong Muzhi walking over.

"Little sister, I lost the game, let's cash in the bet, kneel down first, and bark like a dog."

Mo Yichen was speechless.

He really couldn't figure out how this kind of person's IQ and EQ could live to this age.

Don't you have any idea what you just did?
Now if I don't beat him up, it's fine to call him Dad.

He actually came over to cash in his bet?
Mo Yichen would not spoil him.

He slapped him directly across the right cheek.

Tong Muzhi, who had just been slapped on the left cheek by Wang Binghong, was hit again on the right cheek now.

And Mo Yichen's slap was not Wang Binghong's slap.

The slap Wang Binghong slapped with all her strength was estimated to weigh only 6 to 70 kilograms.

But Mo Yichen was different.

He slapped casually, that is at least 2 kilograms of force.

This slap directly slapped Tong Muzhi so that he sat on the ground.

He obviously felt that his right tooth had loosened a lot.

When he was beaten by Wang Binghong just now, he felt his face was burning.

The pain is not important, the important thing is being slapped in front of everyone.

This is the most humiliating behavior.

Tong Muzhi got up immediately, ready to beat Mo Yichen violently.

And at this moment, a man with a square face and an imposing manner walked over.

"Tong Muzhi, are you going to cause trouble here?"

As soon as this person made a sound, Tong Muzhi immediately withered.

He obviously knew that this middle-aged man was not easy to mess with.

"And you, Wang Binghong, I will deal with any problems. If you hit someone here first, it's your fault."

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, Wang Binghong lowered her head and said sorry.

Next, the middle-aged man turned his gaze to Mo Yichen.

"You too, if there is a problem, I will deal with it. If you want to solve it privately, go down the mountain to solve it. Don't make trouble with me."

Mo Yichen didn't know who this person was.

With the system in place, he won't be used to anyone, and he just went back.

"Handling? How do you handle it? You weren't behind the steering wheel just now, of course you can understate it."

When the people present heard this, they all gasped.

"Fuck, the last time someone talked to Brother Jun like this was 2 years ago, right?"

"Yeah, I remember that no one dared to talk to Brother Jun like that in two years."

"By the way, what happened to that brother two years ago?"

"I heard that two hands were chopped off, and his family dare not fart one."

"Hey, brothers, what is the background of Brother Jun?"

"Shh, brother, keep your voice down, don't ask, we can't afford to provoke you anyway."

Brother Jun stared at Mo Yichen, indeed, no one had talked to him like that for a long time.

"Little sister, you are very courageous. I will talk about your matter later. I will deal with his matter first."

Brother Jun showed an evil smile, and then looked at Tong Muzhi.

"Just now you deliberately crashed into other drivers' cars, disqualified from the race, and your results are invalidated."

"No.1 is disqualified, and the remaining Lamborghini and Lycan will compete again."

After Brother Jun finished speaking, he looked at Mo Yichen contemptuously.

Mo Yichen wanted to go back.

But after thinking about it, Mo Yichen decided to endure it.

After all, his current ranking is No.2, and he cannot meet the system's requirements to win the championship.

When Tong Muzhi heard this, he almost exploded.

Disqualify yourself directly?

Isn't that equal to losing?

If you lose, don't say that the 1000 million is gone, and you have to kneel down and bark like a dog.

This is absolutely intolerable to him.

"Brother Jun, it was an accident just now. I didn't pretend to be that little sister on purpose."

"There was a small pothole in that corner just now, and I tilted the front of the car, that's why I hit it!"

Tong Muzhi quickly argued to Brother Jun.

Brother Jun stared at him, and slowly said word by word:

"Are you taking me for a fool?"

This murderous look made Tong Muzhi feel that he couldn't control himself and wanted to leak urine.

The finals resumed shortly thereafter.

Although one side of Mo Yichen's car was scratched and the glass was broken.

Speed ​​will be affected slightly.

But it's not a big problem.

There was no suspense in this final.

Mo Yichen won No.1 easily.

The driver of the Lamborghini also worked hard, driving profusely.

But he still couldn't even eat Mo Yichen's exhaust.

The moment Mo Yi's Lyken crossed the finish line.

He heard the system prompt.

[Ding, complete the new mission, win the underground racing championship, and defeat the masterpiece of the king of modification, reward pure pink women's boss suit*1]

Mo Yichen saw a pink box lying in the storage space.

Regardless of the box, Mo Yichen got out of the car now, walked up to Tong Muzhi and said.

"Mr. Shuiyutong, it's time to fulfill your agreement between us."

Zhang Linger also brought Wang Binghong over to watch the excitement.

The other rich second generations were also watching.

Now Tong Muzhi is surrounded by everyone, it's not okay to kneel, and it's not okay not to kneel.

As he himself said, losing money is a minor issue, but losing face is a major issue.

"Little sister, I admit that I lost, and you take the money, and I will pay you another 500 million."

"Don't go too far with some things, look down and don't look up, and don't do things to the extreme."

"Otherwise your road will be narrowed in the future."

Mo Yichen looked at him with eyes like looking at a fool, and then said lightly:
"Are you thinking of eating peaches? Who will look down and see you?"

"If I lose now, will you let me go?"

"I really don't know if your brain is pretending to be papa."

"The money, Ling'er will transfer it to me, you just kneel down here now, just learn how to bark three times."

"I gave you a chance before, but you are useless."

"You said you'd lose half by surrendering. You must believe in evil, hey."

Tong Muzhi was taken aback by what Mo Yichen said.

That's right, if it were Mo Yichen who lost now.

Then Tong Muzhi will definitely not let Mo Yichen go, and he will take him to the hotel to do a round of radio gymnastics.

But the problem is, the one who loses now is himself, he really can't afford to lose this person.

He clenched his fists, ready to beat Mo Yichen to vent his anger when he was unprepared.

Now he doesn't care if the other party is a woman or not, he wants to screw himself to death.

Then you have to beat him first.

Of course, Mo Yichen also noticed Tong Muzhi's clenched fist.

He glanced at it with disdain, just this playboy.

Even Mo Yichen could knock him down before his strength and agility were increased by 10 times.

Not to mention now, Tong Muzhi can be blown out with just a flick of a finger.

Just when the scene was getting tense, Brother Jun came out.

"That's all, don't quarrel, little sister, he lost, he should fulfill the bet."

"But you're selling me a face, and the things you did with me before will be written off.

"How about I ask him to pay you another 1000 million yuan?"