What should I do if I open the wrong plug-in?.

Twelve o'clock in the morning.

  Saigon.

An overpass was brightly lit.

A group of spirited young men with colorfully dyed hair are having a car club meeting.

  Uh--!

It's actually an underground illegal racing party.

There's a game tonight.

Deng Feng, the underground racing god, has his younger brother Deng Jie against the second-generation rich racing driver Sky.

Because the racing god Deng Feng is so famous, there are so many underground riders coming to watch the race tonight that they almost occupied more than 100 meters of the viaduct.

"Brother Sangjie, it's already twelve o'clock. I'm afraid that rich second-generation kid doesn't dare to come." A thin man with long hair laughed sarcastically.

Don’t be fooled by this guy’s thinness, his nickname is actually Fat Corpse.

Sang Jie curled his lips and was about to say something harsh when several roars came from a distance.

More than a dozen motorcycles rushed onto the viaduct at full speed. It was Sky's men who had arrived.

Sky parked his motorcycle in high spirits. He had vented his anger today and was feeling very proud and satisfied.

"Do you have any fucking sense of time? Why don't you come back during the Qingming Festival?" Sang Jie cursed angrily.

Sky took off his black sunglasses. I don’t know if he had any problem. He wore a pair of black sunglasses in the dark night to look cool.

"Fuck you, you are such a jerk, you are so eager to lose money."

Sky pushed Sang Jie and cursed: "I, Sky, have always been the only one who rarely curses others. No one dares to curse me."

“Oh oh oh oh——!” A group of younger brothers brought by Sky started to make a noise.

Sang Jie was about to get angry.

He has more subordinates, and most of those who instigate trouble on Sky's side are bad boys who are greedy for his money. They are not Sky's men at all. If they start fighting, they will definitely scatter in a hurry.

But Sky didn’t realize all this. He just felt that it was very impressive to have a group of people praising him.

"Boss, there's no benefit in beating up a stupid rich second generation like this. It's better to kill him and make the brothers fat." A smart younger brother beside Sang Ji whispered.

Sang Jie finally suppressed his anger.

"Stop talking nonsense. I'm going to bet you three hundred thousand tonight. Do you dare?" Sang Jie shouted loudly.

He was worried that the other party would fall into his trap, so he gave a thumbs-down gesture.

"It's only three hundred thousand. You asked me to rush all the way from Wan Chai to Sai Kung. A meal here costs three hundred thousand."

Sky raised a finger generously: "One million, if the number is less than this, don't talk to me, it's too embarrassing."

Sang Jie's face flushed red as he cursed, "Sky, fuck your mother, how the hell do I have a million to bet with you?"

Don’t be fooled by the fact that these little hooligans seem to be very impressive when they come in groups. If you really ask them to pay money, it would be impressive if they can come up with tens of thousands of yuan.

"You didn't have money, so you should have said so earlier. I do." Sky shouted arrogantly, "If you win, you get the money. If I win, I don't want any money. I'll just break one of your legs."

“Oh oh oh oh——!” The younger brothers in the atmosphere group were very good at starting the fun in time.

A trace of panic flashed across Sang Jie's face. He didn't think he would lose to the rich second-generation man in front of him, but the thought of risking his own life did make him feel a little uneasy.

But he is being held up now, and if he doesn't agree, we can't beat him because so many of his brothers are watching him.

"afraid?"

"I have been a singer since I was twelve years old, and I still don't know how to write the word 'fear'. If you are eager to give me money, what will you do if I don't agree to it and you go back to your mother and cry?"

Sang Jie is also a person who is not easy on others with his words.

"Sir Lu, everything is calm in Saigon. I haven't seen any trace of Li Er."

Two ICAC investigators disguised as mentally ill young men reported to Sir Lu.

"Got it. Li Er and Interpol's Yazi just left the bar street in Causeway Bay. There's a high probability that they won't get anything tonight."

Sir Lu rubbed his temple and said, "But you can't let your guard down. Keep keeping a close eye on Sky."

"yes sir!"

"Hey! Xie Xian, hurry up and open the market, the game has already started."

Zhang Jicong pushed Sky's lackey Xie Xian.

This guy wants to be an informant for the police to collect intelligence, so naturally he can be seen wherever there is a lot of activity.

Xie Xian glanced at his rich second-generation master, but he had no money to open the business.

Sky nodded.

Xie Xian immediately said loudly: "Here, all the handsome men and women, look over here. The odds are now open, one to one, no profit, you will get the same amount as you bet."

Sang Jie is already very famous in the underground racing circle, while Sky is just a newly emerging underground racer.

There is no advantage in the odds, so those who place bets naturally bet on the Sang Ji to win.

"One thousand yuan, Sang Jie wins." "Eight hundred yuan, Sang Jie wins."

"Ten million, Sang Jie wins."

A guy in a white hat said as he took out a thousand dollars.

Xie Xian breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother, what's your name? You said one thousand yuan was ten million."

"What is your surname, what is your money, what is your advice?"

He Jinyin made a gesture of a white crane spreading its wings.

“No, no, I’m just asking out of curiosity!” Xie Xian saw that the other party was not in a good mental state and he couldn’t afford to offend him, so he quickly issued a ticket.

Zhang Jicong also felt that Sang Ji was more reliable, so he took out two thousand yuan to bet on Sang Ji to win.

"Young Master Sky, Patrick Tse has already received more than 300,000 yuan to buy the funeral verse and win. He asked me to ask you if you still want it?" A little bastard ran over and asked Sky.

Sky waved his hands proudly: "Take it, take as many as you want."

"Okay, Mr. Sky."

The little bastard looked at everyone with a haughty look, and proudly ran to tell Patrick Tse that he could take any bet.

At this time, Sang Jie pushed out his motorcycle.

Sky saw it and shouted, "Bear, is my car ready?"

There is a reason why this guy is so arrogant. He has money and connections, and he has spent tens of millions of dollars. All the modified parts used on his motorcycle are the best in the world. The performance of his car is far superior to that of Sang Jie.

"Boss, no, no problem. In two words: perfect." Lying Bear made an OK gesture.

The two motorcycles were pushed into the middle of the road.

Those who participate in underground car racing, of course, cannot build their own tracks. They just race on the road. In the words of their circle, this is cool, adrenaline-stimulating, and manly.

As the sexy girl in short skirt waved the small flag in her hand.

Two motorcycles rushed out immediately.

"Ah! So handsome!" A row of fan girls screamed excitedly.

A spirited young man with dark circles under his eyes and shaking his head muttered quietly, "It's not that fast. I just heard the roar."

"Master, you should also compete so that we can win some money for midnight snack." The speaker was a middle school girl with green dyed hair and an earring on her nose.

The energetic young man glared at the middle girl.

"Don't you have any other vest for me to use? My neck is so tired from shaking it."

The middle school girl shook her head.

"This guy grew up in an orphanage, has no family, no friends, and is involved in drugs and gambling. Once he gets money, he disappears in a corner for ten days or half a month. No one even knows he's dead. The cost of maintaining this account is low for me!"

"Uh——!" The energetic young man was speechless.

"Hey! Li Taier, give me back the money!"

A hand patted the energetic young man on the shoulder.

"My name is Li Taier?" Li Er signaled Matilda, the middle school girl, with his eyes.

"Hmm--!" Matilda blinked.

Only then did Li Er turn around.

Wow! Isn't this Edison Chen's model? His face is chubby, he must eat a lot of meat.

"How many?"

"How much?"

"How much money do I owe you!" Li Er cursed angrily.

"Eighty-eighty!"

Li Er took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to kick her chubby face flat.

Eighty bucks, you fucking pat me on the shoulder.

Li Er took out a hundred yuan and threw it on the ground: "No need to change."

The little fat girl didn't care and bent down to pick up the money with a smile.

"Master, she is Ryoko. She was also involved in pouring shit on your car. The other one is her older brother, Crouching Bear." Matilda whispered at Li Er's feet.

This is bearable.

At this time, Ryoko was bending over to pick up the money with her butt facing Li Er.

Li Er decisively put his hands together, crossed his little finger and ring finger, and pointed his middle finger and index finger straight outward.

  Shin.Kiku's ultimate move——!

Thousand-year-kill!

“Puff!” (End of this chapter)