Increasingly westward.

Chen Han stopped his motorcycle.

"Holy crap, where is this?"

He quickly stopped the motorcycle and took out his mobile phone to navigate.

It's very sad, the phone screen is black and there is no battery at all.

He has not been back to Linhai for ten years. This city is already quite unfamiliar to him, and he can only remember the places he has walked through.

"Mu Xue must be waiting for me. We just set up the stall and we can't be late."

Chen Han noticed that a young man in fashionable clothes was walking towards him, and he hurriedly stepped forward to ask for directions.

"Brother, excuse me, how to get to Jianglong Town?"

"exist……"

The young man paused, took off his sunglasses, and looked at Chen Han's motorcycle, "Has this car been modified? It's very good. Let's have a race?"

"Sorry, I have to go home."

"Jianglong Town, right? I know where it is, but you have to be able to keep up."

"Okay then, where is your motorcycle?"

Chen Han was in a hurry, so it would be nice to have someone to guide him quickly.

"That."

The young man pointed to the Lamborghini parked on the roadside, took out the key, and opened the car door.

"Nima..."

Chen Han felt deceived. Although he didn't know much about cars, he still understood the styling of Lamborghini.

"Brother, let's go to the beltway first. We are in Xicheng now. It's almost the evening rush hour after get off work. It will be smoother if we take the West Third Ring Road." After the young man finished speaking, he got on the bus gracefully.

A wild wave of sound overwhelmed his whistle, making people's blood surge.

Chen Han couldn't restrain his excitement and shouted: "Brother, push harder. It won't be good if you lose on four wheels."

"Loose?" The man took off his sunglasses and said with a contemptuous smile, "It has nothing to do with the wheels. Even if you drive a car with eighty wheels, I will still win."

"That's the train."

"Don't talk nonsense, I am Wu Baoyang from the Eleven Club."

Last year, the Eleventh Club was established, which attracted widespread attention in the circle. Many people are proud to join the club.

That's because team leader Li Yulong completed the second ring road in Linhai City in 11 minutes, with a top speed of 267 kilometers per hour.

The media frantically covered this extreme event.

“No maintenance?”

Chen Han scratched his forehead and said, "This name is not very good for the car."

"Don't talk nonsense, whoever runs slower when falling is the grandson!"

After Wu Baoyang finished speaking, he drove out first.

"Heh... I'm still quite angry."

Chen Han turned the accelerator, the engine roared, and the strong power pushed the car body out.

"Brothers, I'm going to live stream racing." Wu Baoyang drove the car and made a call, "Don't forget to give me a gift then."

"Brother Angkor, your strength is second only to our captain. Who is so short-sighted?"

"Shut up." Wu Baoyang knew that his friends were laughing at him, "This time I want to open your eyes."

In Club Eleven, no one wants to race with him because he is the slowest.

"Who is the opponent? From which drag racing club?"

"Don't know yet."

"What, you chose an unknown person? Angkor, no matter how bad you are, you are still from our Eleventh Club, so you can't abuse others!"

"I will live broadcast the whole process for you, and I will definitely not be abusing you."

"Oh well."

"Let me introduce my opponent to you. He is riding a Harley Super Dynamic. The sound of the motorcycle is no worse than my Lamborghini."

"Really?" The voice on the phone was surprised.

Harley-Davidson motorcycles enjoy a high reputation in the industry.

The Super Dynaluvi is the pinnacle of Harley-Davidson motorcycles.

Such a motorcycle is indeed qualified to compete with Lamborghini.

"of course it's true."

"That's quite interesting. You have to be careful. Not only is that car very powerful, but the agility of a motorcycle is also far greater than that of a car."

"What are you afraid of?"

Wu Baoyang was proud and said: "This is a good opportunity for me to prove myself."

While on the highway, Wu Baoyang started the live broadcast.

Thanks to the promotion of Eleven Club, the number of fans has soared and they continue to receive various gifts.

His mood became more and more excited. When he got on the highway, he smiled and raised his middle finger at Chen Han, "Brother, you are finished. Prepare to eat my car exhaust."

"Boring." Chen Han was not impressed by his attitude, "hurry up and lead the way."

"Lead the way, then you have to be able to keep up!"

After Wu Baoyang finished speaking, he got on the highway and shouted in the live broadcast room: "Dear viewers, I am going to race. Today I represent the Eleven Club and beat Harley! Remember to support me."

"Angkor is great, switch the camera. We want the first-person perspective."

"no problem!"

Wu Baoyang just switched the camera and concentrated on driving.

Driving past the speed limit camera, he speeded up wildly and ignored the barrage.

But……

The Harley-Davidson motorcycle didn't let go, and its speed soared to 130 kilometers per hour.

Damn it!

Wu Baoyang glanced quickly through the rearview mirror and noticed that his opponent was not wearing a helmet and his hair was dancing wildly.

Under such circumstances, he could still open his eyes and see the traffic?

Wu Baoyang wanted to speed up again, but found that there were more vehicles in front of him, and the motorcycles could easily overtake them with the help of their flexibility. The reason why he was still behind was to wait for him to lead the way.

"Damn it!"

Wu Baoyang slowed down slowly and found that there was already a long queue on the slope ahead.

Traffic jam...

Outside the car window, Chen Han tidied his messy hair and waved to him.

"Don't go!" Wu Baoyang quickly lowered the window to stop him, "Are you a professional motorcyclist?"

Racing on a motorcycle is not easy. It requires strong physical fitness, body coordination, and agility. Otherwise, it is impossible to control a fast-moving motorcycle.

"Actually," Chen Han said seriously, "I am just a cook."

"Nonsense! Do you think you won?"

"No."

"Yes, I didn't leave you, but you didn't leave me either."

"Because you want to lead the way for me." Chen Han was very innocent and couldn't understand why the other party was so angry.

"I...I admit that you are capable, but what do you mean by pretending to be a cook? Do you want to humiliate me? Your quality has reached the level of a professional motorcyclist?"

"I'm really a cook."

"Only a ghost can believe it." Wu Bao beat the steering wheel angrily and suddenly realized that the live broadcast was not turned off.

It’s full of bullet screens.

"Holy shit...Driving Racing Wu was defeated by the cook?"

"The car still needs to be maintained. How can you win without maintenance?"

"There is only one truth. The other party must be pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger..."

"Yes, who doesn't know how to stir-fry two dishes these days, but the fried noodles for lunch are particularly delicious."

"I don't care... I want to see whether the guy riding a motorcycle is handsome or not."
To be continued...