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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0253_part_02
Chapter 577
chapter 0253 part 2
A single race could generate millions of US Dollars in bets. Of course, the large portion of this had to be handed over to the higher-ups, but the little bit of soup and water that leaked from the Important Figure's fingers was enough for these small figures to eat and drink their fill.
Seeing that a few rich second-generation kids wanted to participate in the race, he walked out from the crowd and began to dissuade them. He didn't want any unexpected complications.
This involved a several million US Dollar racing bet. If anything went wrong, he would probably be directly stuffed into a cement barrel by the Leader and thrown into New York Harbor.
The white Porsche 911's car door opened, and Zheng Duo En, dressed like a rebellious Little Girl, got out and immediately opened the Porsche's front car hood, pulling out a nylon bag like the kind used for bedding.
Zheng Duo En carried the bulging bag with one hand and casually tossed it directly at the Middle-aged White Person's foot.
"I heard that participating in your race requires a registration fee. Here's one million. It's the registration fee for the two of us. How about it, is it enough?"
The Middle-aged White Person looked at the green US Dollars exposed in the open bag, feeling a bit tempted.
"Our Runway is full of Racers!"
"That's simple, just have them make way for two, isn't it! How much is the champion bonus for your race, two hundred thousand? Alright, whoever is willing to give up their Runway, come here and take two hundred thousand US Dollars and leave!"
………
Watching the "arrogant and overbearing" Zheng Duo En and Gu Zi Yun throwing money around,
Tang Song opened the Lamborghini's convertible top, lit a cigar, and watched with a smile as the two Little Girls used money to buy two Runways.
These underground Racers clearly couldn't refuse the temptation of two hundred thousand US Dollars.
Meow!
In Rogue's arms, the culprit big cat rolled over, exposing its white belly, letting Rogue pet it. Beside them, in the driver's seat of the McLaren P1, which also had its convertible top open, Skye looked enviously at Rogue. She simply kicked Tang Someone out of the Lamborghini and sat in it herself, joining Rogue in petting the cat.
Facing the fierce women, Boss Tang could only obediently give up his seat and stand far away, smoking his cigar, watching the group of Racers drive their race cars to the starting line.
Compared to the few expensive super sports cars they drove and the beautiful women Skye, Rogue, and Gu Zi Yun,
Boss Tang, this pretty boy, attracted the attention of most of the Race Queens.
"Rich people" like Tang Song and their daily lives were completely different social strata, like two parallel lines that would never meet.
Seeing Tang Song get out of the car alone, many women's hot gazes were almost glued to him. Some bolder ones even quietly pulled down their clothes and walked towards Tang Song, wanting to hook this rich guy.
If they couldn't hook him, a one-night stand with such a rich and handsome guy would also work. Then they could tamper with things on the Elf, and maybe become a rich person in the upper class society by having a child.
So many burning gazes made Boss Tang, a Forming the Core stage cultivator, almost unable to handle it. He was completely unaware that a pair of equally burning gazes were carefully sizing him up through the race car's rearview mirror.
If it were any other time, Tang Song's Divine Sense would have detected such a gazing at the first moment, but in this situation, there were too many people gazing at him, especially women, and they were all enthusiastic gazes without hostility.
The bolder ones even directly threw flirtatious glances at him, sending electric signals, completely disregarding their boyfriends beside them.
"Tang Song!" Giselle felt her hands trembling slightly. She looked at the man smoking a cigar through the rearview mirror. She hadn't expected the target to appear so easily before her.
Originally, according to Mossad's arrangement, she needed to first contact the guy named Xincha, who was Tang Song's Subordinate, and then gradually infiltrate the internal structure of this organized crime group.
She hadn't expected that in an insignificant underground car race, she would actually see the final BOSS here!
"Calm down, calm down!" Giselle patted her beautiful face, forcing herself to calm down. In Mossad's intelligence files, this Tang Song was very likely a powerful supernatural power user.
If he saw through her facade, she would definitely die a miserable death.
What method could she use to approach him? "Vroom vroom vroom!"
"Vroom vroom vroom vroom—"
Just as Giselle's mind was unsettled, several race cars had entered the preparation stage.
As a Race Queen in a bikini waved the flag in her hand, several race cars shot out of the Runway like arrows released from a bow.
On the big screen set up nearby, the organizer thoughtfully provided a real-time live broadcast using drones.
It was clear that the starting speed of several race cars was not slow, especially the red Ferrari and the white Porsche 911. Their inherent engine horsepower far exceeded that of ordinary race cars, not to mention they had been modified by Experts.
Gu Zi Yun and Zheng Duo En clearly didn't put their opponents on anyone other than each other. They kept the accelerator pressed down the whole way, even maintaining full speed when cornering.
The two super sports cars were almost running side by side.
Braking? Reducing speed? Non-existent.
With their physical quality, even if the race car had an accident, they would not be harmed at all.
As for the other Racers, they could barely even see the taillights of the two cars.
Liquid nitrogen acceleration was a method only used at the end of the race when the gap was small.
And the only one who could tightly bite within a hundred meters behind the two was a red sports car.
Giselle felt her adrenaline surging to the limit. After pressing the hidden switch inside the sports car, the power system, a replica of the Chitauri flying speeder bike procured from the Black Market, made her feel like her car wasn't running, but flying.
At this speed, even a slightly small mistake, even an insignificant pebble, could cause her car to crash and kill her. But even at this speed, she still couldn't catch up to the two race cars in front.
"Two madmen!"
By the end, Giselle could even feel the screws of her sports car rattling loose under the powerful power system. She had to slow down. After slowing down, she realized her white POLO shirt was almost completely soaked with sweat, revealing faintly purple underwear beneath the translucent clothes.
………
"This gentleman, we need to talk!"
After Tang Song politely refused another blonde Persian Cat's invitation to "play poker" tonight,
He was smoking a cigar and marveling at his own charm.
The Middle-aged White Person with the rooster comb hairstyle walked up to him, his face visibly gloomy.
"You! Talk to me? About what?" Tang Song looked at the guy in front of him wearing a Cross and with a Demon tattoo on his arm, finding it quite amusing. He casually flicked away the half-smoked cigar in his hand.
"This gentleman, I don't know your origin, but it's clear you've disrupted this race!"
A single race could generate millions of US Dollars in bets. Of course, the large portion of this had to be handed over to the higher-ups, but the little bit of soup and water that leaked from the Important Figure's fingers was enough for these small figures to eat and drink their fill.
Seeing that a few rich second-generation kids wanted to participate in the race, he walked out from the crowd and began to dissuade them. He didn't want any unexpected complications.
This involved a several million US Dollar racing bet. If anything went wrong, he would probably be directly stuffed into a cement barrel by the Leader and thrown into New York Harbor.
The white Porsche 911's car door opened, and Zheng Duo En, dressed like a rebellious Little Girl, got out and immediately opened the Porsche's front car hood, pulling out a nylon bag like the kind used for bedding.
Zheng Duo En carried the bulging bag with one hand and casually tossed it directly at the Middle-aged White Person's foot.
"I heard that participating in your race requires a registration fee. Here's one million. It's the registration fee for the two of us. How about it, is it enough?"
The Middle-aged White Person looked at the green US Dollars exposed in the open bag, feeling a bit tempted.
"Our Runway is full of Racers!"
"That's simple, just have them make way for two, isn't it! How much is the champion bonus for your race, two hundred thousand? Alright, whoever is willing to give up their Runway, come here and take two hundred thousand US Dollars and leave!"
………
Watching the "arrogant and overbearing" Zheng Duo En and Gu Zi Yun throwing money around,
Tang Song opened the Lamborghini's convertible top, lit a cigar, and watched with a smile as the two Little Girls used money to buy two Runways.
These underground Racers clearly couldn't refuse the temptation of two hundred thousand US Dollars.
Meow!
In Rogue's arms, the culprit big cat rolled over, exposing its white belly, letting Rogue pet it. Beside them, in the driver's seat of the McLaren P1, which also had its convertible top open, Skye looked enviously at Rogue. She simply kicked Tang Someone out of the Lamborghini and sat in it herself, joining Rogue in petting the cat.
Facing the fierce women, Boss Tang could only obediently give up his seat and stand far away, smoking his cigar, watching the group of Racers drive their race cars to the starting line.
Compared to the few expensive super sports cars they drove and the beautiful women Skye, Rogue, and Gu Zi Yun,
Boss Tang, this pretty boy, attracted the attention of most of the Race Queens.
"Rich people" like Tang Song and their daily lives were completely different social strata, like two parallel lines that would never meet.
Seeing Tang Song get out of the car alone, many women's hot gazes were almost glued to him. Some bolder ones even quietly pulled down their clothes and walked towards Tang Song, wanting to hook this rich guy.
If they couldn't hook him, a one-night stand with such a rich and handsome guy would also work. Then they could tamper with things on the Elf, and maybe become a rich person in the upper class society by having a child.
So many burning gazes made Boss Tang, a Forming the Core stage cultivator, almost unable to handle it. He was completely unaware that a pair of equally burning gazes were carefully sizing him up through the race car's rearview mirror.
If it were any other time, Tang Song's Divine Sense would have detected such a gazing at the first moment, but in this situation, there were too many people gazing at him, especially women, and they were all enthusiastic gazes without hostility.
The bolder ones even directly threw flirtatious glances at him, sending electric signals, completely disregarding their boyfriends beside them.
"Tang Song!" Giselle felt her hands trembling slightly. She looked at the man smoking a cigar through the rearview mirror. She hadn't expected the target to appear so easily before her.
Originally, according to Mossad's arrangement, she needed to first contact the guy named Xincha, who was Tang Song's Subordinate, and then gradually infiltrate the internal structure of this organized crime group.
She hadn't expected that in an insignificant underground car race, she would actually see the final BOSS here!
"Calm down, calm down!" Giselle patted her beautiful face, forcing herself to calm down. In Mossad's intelligence files, this Tang Song was very likely a powerful supernatural power user.
If he saw through her facade, she would definitely die a miserable death.
What method could she use to approach him? "Vroom vroom vroom!"
"Vroom vroom vroom vroom—"
Just as Giselle's mind was unsettled, several race cars had entered the preparation stage.
As a Race Queen in a bikini waved the flag in her hand, several race cars shot out of the Runway like arrows released from a bow.
On the big screen set up nearby, the organizer thoughtfully provided a real-time live broadcast using drones.
It was clear that the starting speed of several race cars was not slow, especially the red Ferrari and the white Porsche 911. Their inherent engine horsepower far exceeded that of ordinary race cars, not to mention they had been modified by Experts.
Gu Zi Yun and Zheng Duo En clearly didn't put their opponents on anyone other than each other. They kept the accelerator pressed down the whole way, even maintaining full speed when cornering.
The two super sports cars were almost running side by side.
Braking? Reducing speed? Non-existent.
With their physical quality, even if the race car had an accident, they would not be harmed at all.
As for the other Racers, they could barely even see the taillights of the two cars.
Liquid nitrogen acceleration was a method only used at the end of the race when the gap was small.
And the only one who could tightly bite within a hundred meters behind the two was a red sports car.
Giselle felt her adrenaline surging to the limit. After pressing the hidden switch inside the sports car, the power system, a replica of the Chitauri flying speeder bike procured from the Black Market, made her feel like her car wasn't running, but flying.
At this speed, even a slightly small mistake, even an insignificant pebble, could cause her car to crash and kill her. But even at this speed, she still couldn't catch up to the two race cars in front.
"Two madmen!"
By the end, Giselle could even feel the screws of her sports car rattling loose under the powerful power system. She had to slow down. After slowing down, she realized her white POLO shirt was almost completely soaked with sweat, revealing faintly purple underwear beneath the translucent clothes.
………
"This gentleman, we need to talk!"
After Tang Song politely refused another blonde Persian Cat's invitation to "play poker" tonight,
He was smoking a cigar and marveling at his own charm.
The Middle-aged White Person with the rooster comb hairstyle walked up to him, his face visibly gloomy.
"You! Talk to me? About what?" Tang Song looked at the guy in front of him wearing a Cross and with a Demon tattoo on his arm, finding it quite amusing. He casually flicked away the half-smoked cigar in his hand.
"This gentleman, I don't know your origin, but it's clear you've disrupted this race!"
