Lin Beichen wants to kill someone?
But the drone is live streaming!
The young man with black hair stared intently at Lin Beichen, he didn’t believe Lin Beichen would dare to kill him!
Seeing the red sports car charging towards Song Yongjie, everyone stopped joking and looked at the big screen in disbelief.
"Lin Beichen, don’t!"
In the VIP box on the third floor, Yan Feifei suddenly screamed, the teacup in her hand falling to the ground, utterly terrified.
Above her, Bai Yunfei’s face was equally grim.
For someone like Bai Yunfei, killing a person or two is no big deal.
As long as they don’t get caught, he can use his connections and money to suppress the impact of the incident.
But this is a live broadcast.
Bai Yunfei instinctively picked up his phone, just about to dial a number, when he heard a loud roar.
In the sky, a shockwave passed by, and as lightning flashed, everything went dark, and it seemed as if a Thunder Dragon flashed before everyone’s eyes.
On the other side of the screen, Song Yongjie was crawling desperately, terror-stricken.
He never expected that Lin Beichen would actually drive a car at him.
"Master!"
Three women screamed in unison.
"Help me!"
Song Yongjie screamed, crawling for his life, but for some reason, he felt all his strength drained.
Just as the crash seemed imminent, the red sports car suddenly swerved, drawing a beautiful arc right beside Song Yongjie’s feet.
Dust and exhaust hit Song Yongjie’s face, leaving him petrified, feeling a hot and wet sensation in his lower body.
The mix of a near-death experience and the luck of escaping alive overwhelmed him.
Song Yongjie looked at Lin Beichen in the car, his heart filled with waves of anger, wanting to tear Lin Beichen into pieces.
Kill him, I must kill him.
Song Yongjie roared in his mind.
In just an instant, he had walked through the valley of life and death.
Lin Beichen rolled down the window, gave a glance at Song Yongjie’s wet pants and smiled slightly.
Just a kid, not even worth scaring.
Lin Beichen had no intention of killing. If he wanted to kill, so what if it was live-streamed?
He had hundreds of ways to kill in front of everyone without bearing any responsibility.
Lin Beichen looked at the time on the supercar; there were still a full 20 seconds before his 45-minute limit.
seconds was more than enough.
Lin Beichen took out a cigarette, lit it leisurely, blew smoke at Song Yongjie, and then hit the gas.
The red sports car roared like a red dragon, disappearing onto the mountain track.
"So cool, how can someone be so cool?"
Yandola’s eyes sparkled with golden hues, staring at the gradually disappearing red supercar on the screen as if her soul had been captivated, unwilling to blink.
The high-definition video equipment captured every moment of Song Yongjie being toyed with, while also highlighting Lin Beichen’s nonchalance.
"I need to find him, I must go to the scene to get his autograph."
Yandola suddenly screamed, grabbing Fei Qingyan’s hand and ran towards the parking lot.
Most of the people who came to Skytop Raceway were top-tier rich people, and even without special modifications, their cars’ performance was top-notch in the racing world, just lacking in tuning.
As Yandola and Fei Qingyan left, the audience seemed to go mad, whistling and screaming, rushing to the parking lot.
A race between cars had ignited their racing spirits.
Skytop Race competition?
Competing themselves is much more fun.
"Find him, don’t let him get away."
Song Yongjie was helped up by three maids, feeling the disgusting dampness in his pants, violently pushing them away, and shouted:
"What are you good for? I feed you, and you just stand there like vases? Chase him for me!"
The three girls felt extremely wronged.
When they were hired, they were only told to be vases.
Besides, if you’re no match for the opponent, why take it out on others?
They didn’t offend you, you’re the one who insisted on parking the car in the middle of the road to block the way.
Even a dog knows not to block the way, you got yourself taught a lesson and blamed others?
The three girls looked at each other and saw true emotions in each other’s eyes, but none dared to speak up.
Song Yongjie got in the car, quickly changing his clothes.
Two minutes later, a driver arrived on the scene.
"Song Yongjie, why aren’t you driving?"
"I..."
Song Yongjie, hearing this, looked extremely displeased.
The driver looked down and saw Song Yongjie’s legs trembling even though they were on the pedals.
"You drive for me,"
Song Yongjie gritted his teeth.
Upon hearing these words, the driver’s lips twitched slightly.
This guy’s scared out of his wits?
"Today is a race, don’t mess around."
The driver started the car, could not help but say.
Song Yongjie’s face turned even darker, lifting his hand and smashing it on the window.
"He dared to humiliate me, I want him to live a life worse than death! Less talk, chase him immediately!"
No matter how angry he was, Lin Beichen didn’t care at all.
If he considered everyone’s thoughts, Lin Beichen would probably have committed suicide by now.
Since Lin Beichen reached enlightenment, he had stopped caring about others’ opinions.
Whether executing tasks overseas or showing off in front of professionals.
For Lin Beichen, he did what he wanted, and the consequences didn’t matter.
On the track, Lin Beichen passed a dangerous hairpin turn, glanced at the remaining 35 minutes, and smiled slightly.