Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

The young man said, turning back to his younger brother behind him.

"I'll go first, and you will come later."

"Don't worry, Young Master Zhen, we will definitely go to cheer you on in today's game."

Young Master Zhen nodded and stepped on the accelerator. The Ferrari sports car drifted out like a wild horse, making a harsh friction sound.

After Master Zhen left, several followers got into a legendary commercial vehicle.

Zhang Yifeng shook his head and planned to call a taxi to follow him, but unfortunately, there happened to be no taxi nearby. There was only one Wuling van parked there, and it was about to start in the same direction as the commercial vehicle.

Zhang Yifeng quickly went to the passenger seat and opened the passenger door.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

The driver was a young man in his mid-20s, who seemed to be delivering goods. It's not easy to make money these days, and the young man's arms were very tanned.

"Brother, don't be nervous, take a ride. Do you see the business car in front? Follow it." Zhang Yifeng pointed to the business car in front.

"Why do you want to follow me? I have other things to do."

The young man had a cigarette in his mouth and looked impatient.

Zhang Yifeng took out a thousand yuan from his wallet without saying anything.

"This is lost wages!"

Seeing the banknotes, the young man's eyes lit up. In fact, his goods had been delivered, and he was just preparing to return in the afternoon. After putting away the one thousand yuan, he quickly said: "Easy to talk about, convenience for others is convenience for yourself. Brother, sit tight." "

The young man stepped on the accelerator, and with a bang, the Wuling van flew out.

"How about it, brother? With my skills, can I be the master of Tyumen Mountain Driving?"

As the young man drove, he boasted that although there were many people on the road, he did not panic at all and quickly followed behind the business car.

"Do you know why I have such good driving skills and don't panic at all? I grew up in a poor family. When I was twelve years old, I drove my dad's tractor and went out to haul goods with my dad. I drove a small truck when I was sixteen, and when I was twenty, I drove a small truck. Driving a big truck, finally, at the age of twenty-two, I got a Wuling Hongguang van of my own! Have you ever heard of such a saying? Wuling, the magic car, can’t do it! Don’t look at the legendary GM8 commercial vehicle in front of you. The price is one to two hundred thousand, but in front of my amazing car Wuling, it is just a scumbag, and it will only take a matter of minutes to surpass it."

This brother, while smoking, showed hesitant but vicissitudes of life in his eyes, as if he was possessed by the car god.

"Hey, there's a friend in front of you, waiting for me to say hello. Di-di."

This young man seems to be a joke.

Zhang Yifeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He remained silent and just nodded lightly in response.

It didn't seem interesting for the young man to brag by himself, and then he simply stopped talking. After driving for more than an hour, the van finally arrived at the foot of a mountain.

"Damn it, could it be the legendary Duanhun Mountain Racing!"

When the young man saw many famous cars and sports cars parked at the foot of the mountain, he couldn't help but cursed secretly.

"Is it famous?" Zhang Yifeng asked.

The young man said in surprise: "Aren't you from Kyoto? This mountain is where rich kids often go racing. Almost all the dandies in Kyoto are concentrated here."

"Duanhun Mountain is a steep mountain with many curves. If you go slow, you will be overtaken, and if you go fast, you will easily hit the fence. In short, it is very exciting. Of course, there are also some people who fall to death every year when they fly down the mountain. . But it’s the more exciting it is, so it attracts many young people to drag racing. If I hadn’t been the only son in the family, I would have come here to be a driver for others. Damn it, a veteran driver like me who drives a big truck all over the world , I haven’t seen any mountain roads before.”

The young man started to compete again, but Zhang Yifeng discovered from his somewhat fearful eyes that this young man did not dare to race here because he had no courage.

The young man parked the car at the foot of the mountain, and then walked up with Zhang Yifeng. Since he was here, the young man also wanted to visit.

When Zhang Yifeng arrived at the starting point, the place was already crowded with people. There were men and women, with colorful hair, and even beauties with voluptuous figures, wearing only a bikini, twisting their bodies sexily on the roof of a sports car.

Almost all the people who come here are the rich second generation. They drive luxury cars to watch the games and gamble. The women following them were all young models with hot figures, but most of them had undergone plastic surgery, and there was absolutely no other work of art as natural as Ye Zhimei's.

If Ye Zhimei were wearing revealing and sexy clothes, she would definitely kill all these people instantly!

"Hey, Young Master Zhen, who is this? Where can I find such a beauty?"

At this time, Young Master Zhen took Ye Zhimei and walked around the starting point, attracting envious and jealous looks from many young masters.

Some young men even said directly: "Young Master Zhen, how much does this girl cost per night? After you finish playing with her, can you also play with me?"

"Get the hell out of here, this is my classmate and the goddess I'm pursuing." Fang Zhen cursed angrily.

"Oh, so you don't have a master yet."

Some young men's eyes lit up, and one walked directly to Ye Zhimei and said.

"Beauty, I am the eldest son of the xx family. I own three companies with a market value of one billion. How about you being my girlfriend? If you agree, I will buy you a car and a house right away."

Before Ye Zhimei could speak, Young Master Zhen smiled and said, "Want to sleep with my woman? There is no way."

With that said, Fang Zhen stretched out her hand and grabbed Ye Zhimei's shoulder.

"Who are you, a woman? Also, don't touch me. After racing with you, I will leave. From now on, don't bother me."

Ye Zhimei's calm voice came.

"Haha, Young Master Zhen, it turns out you haven't figured it out yet, so stop pretending. This is just a slap in the face."

The other young masters laughed.

Fang Zhen's face was uncertain. He turned around and glared at Ye Zhimei and said, "Didn't you agree to cooperate with me?"

Ye Zhimei was about to speak when a cold but plain voice suddenly came: "Because I'm here, she can't cooperate with you."

Hearing this voice, Ye Zhimei's body trembled subconsciously.

How could she forget this voice!

Isn't this voice Zhang Yifeng's?

But, how could Zhang Yifeng's voice be heard here, how could he appear here. Could it be that these days, I still can't forget him, so I have auditory hallucinations?

Ye Zhimei thought she heard wrongly at first, but when she turned around and saw the figure walking out of the crowd, she felt her head went blank!

This person is not Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng put one hand in his trouser bag, like a prince, and walked towards her slowly.

About one meter away from her, Zhang Yifeng stopped and stretched out his hand towards her.

"What, why don't you come over?"

Zhang Yifeng spoke calmly, with a smile on his face.