Volume 1 Chapter 46 Black Night Racing District

  After dinner, Zhao Changzheng was told to get out and the three of them prepared to head towards the outskirts of London. As for street racing, Angie didn't express any opposition either, instead she even asked Angie to help her buy a car so that she could also have some fun.

  Ling Fox bought an MTRXXND Shark, which is equipped with a General LS7 V8 engine that can produce a terrifying 2500 horsepower. In addition, the suspension system from KW Automotive, Recaro seats, Movit's braking system (including ABS anti-lock braking system), WORK wheels, air conditioning system meeting European safety standards, and the artistic styling from Alpine style make this car extremely comfortable.

  Accelerating from a standstill to 100 km/h in just 2.5 seconds, with a top speed of 491 km/h, it is truly deserving of the title "Highway Devil".

  Anqi bought an Audi R8 with a 4.2L V8 FSI 4163cc engine, top speed of 300km/h, manual 6-speed transmission, mid-mounted engine, ensuring ample power, just like Iron Man.

  "Too many times, too many times!" The spirit fox kept complaining that the car was too inferior and not what she wanted.

  "Is this still not enough?" Zhao Ziyang felt extremely incredulous. The Ling Fox had bought the world's number one highway devil, and yet was still not satisfied?

  "Special forces, if this car is given to Pandora for a day, the speed will definitely break 600, and the acceleration control within two seconds of 100 kilometers." Ling Huo said with a pouty face, still with an unsatisfied expression.

  This car has not been modified in any way. Driving this car to compete with those modified cars may not necessarily have an advantage.

  However, Zhao Ziyang didn't really like this car. He had a crush on An Qi'er's Audi R8. The lines of the car were extremely smooth and comfortable to look at. The Lycan's car was a bit too abstract for Zhao Ziyang.

  At 10 o'clock in the evening, three people arrived at a suburb of London. Under the leadership of Ling Hu, they easily found the gathering place of the drifting party. It seems that Ling Hu is an old hand in this matter.

  When the ndshark of Ling Fox arrived at the gathering place of the drifting party, it immediately caused a scream. This car is too cool and every enthusiastic drifter wants to have one. However, its price is not affordable for ordinary people, and having money doesn't guarantee that you can buy such a car.

  As for Anqi's Audi R8, no one even bothered to take a look at it. This car is too ordinary and will be drowned out here.

  Outside the car, people's voices are deafening, beautiful women and luxury cars are countless, from time to time, a roar of sports cars can be heard entering this area. This is a rural road in the suburbs of London, at night it becomes the world of these racing enthusiasts, even the police have no way to control or ask questions.

  If you say where is the most lively place in London at night, it must be here. This gathering place for racing enthusiasts is called London No. 1 Station.

  Three people stopped the car and walked down, a group of crazy racing enthusiasts rushed towards Ling Fox ndshark, using their hands to touch ndshark's body, feeling the infinite charm of this car.

  "Bastards, you'd better not. If you mess with me, I'll make you know what regret is!" The spirit fox in leather jacket and skirt warned the guys.

  "Hey, handsome, is this your car?" A sexy blonde pointed at the R8 and asked Zhao Ziyang, who had just walked out of the vehicle.

  The girl naturally put her arm on Zhao Ziyang's shoulder, with a strong provocative color on her face.

  However, Zhao Ziyang cleverly dodged and pointed at An Qi'er, saying: "This is her car, not mine."

  The woman took a glance at Angel, and her face revealed a hint of jealousy as she turned around to leave. She was a woman, and upon seeing Angel, who was also a woman, she immediately felt inferior. It couldn't be helped; Angel's appearance really could make many women feel so insecure that they would want to kill themselves.

  "Special forces." Angel pointed at the crowd of people around them and said to Zhao Ziyang, "If you want to pick up chicks, this is the best place."

  Angel said it's right, this is indeed the best place to pick up girls. If you have a cool sports car, these charming ladies won't mind getting in your car and going to a hotel with you. And the people here aren't those kinds of thugs, they all have legitimate jobs, daytime is company white-collar workers, rich misses, noblewomen, nighttime is enchanting little wild cats, meowing softly and gently scratching your heart with their paws.

  The most important thing is that they are very open-minded, and one-night stands are a pleasant way of life for them.

  "No need." Zhao Ziyang smiled slightly, knowing that An Qi'er was intentionally teasing him.

  This is a good place to pick up chicks, and there are many beauties, but it's Angel who said that, he wouldn't dare try it even if you killed him. Zhao Ziyang, who isn't stupid at all, can of course feel the subtle difference between himself and Angel, he dares to confirm that if he were to pick up a chick, Angel would definitely turn his face cold to the extreme.

  Furthermore, I'm still a genuine virgin, being taken advantage of by such a woman seems like a bit of a loss...

  "Really not going?" Angie asked Zhao Ziyang with her enchanting eyes wide open.

  "I really won't go." Zhao Ziyang said sincerely from his heart.

  "If you don't go flirt with girls, I'll go find handsome guys." Angie said this and threw down Zhao Ziyang, walking forward.

  Anqi'er, who was walking in front of him, had a charming smile on her face, and she seemed to have become a different person. If she used to be an iceberg, then at this moment, she was a blooming, delicate rose, full of charm that could drive men crazy.

  The short skirt and small western-style suit set off Angel's tall figure, making her incredibly sexy, and with her innate noble temperament, she became a standout as soon as she appeared.

  Five or six well-dressed men immediately surrounded Angel as soon as they saw her, smiling and chatting with her, showing off their masculine side, hoping to win her favor.

  A few women who had been dumped looked at them with resentment, it was obvious that these men were just here to pick up girls, and when better prey appeared, they would dump the dispensable ones without hesitation.

  Zhao Ziyang, with a stunned expression, took half a day to come back to himself. He shook his head lightly and walked towards the Ling Fox. He wasn't worried about An Qi'er getting into trouble; this little girl was tough.

  "Hey, Special Forces, I'm here to introduce you." Ling Hu waved and called out to Zhao Ziyang, waiting for him to walk over and put his arm around his shoulder before saying to a dignified-looking British man: "Sir Philip, Yang."

  Sir Philip smiled and extended his right hand to Zhao Ziyang, with a noble expression mixed with arrogance, which is the common nature of British people, let alone having been awarded a knighthood.

  "Hello."

  "Hello."

  Zhao Ziyang and Philip shook hands lightly, which was considered as getting acquainted under Ling Hu's introduction.

  "Lucas, your boyfriend is very elegant." Sir Philip smiled proudly, praising Zhao Ziyang.

  "Of course, he's from China." The fox spirit tightened her grip on Zhao Ziyang's arm.

  Philip's words were just a way of talking, but when he heard that Zhao Ziyang was Chinese, the smile on his face grew thicker.

  China is a country of etiquette, and this is also known abroad, but what is known abroad only reaches a certain height.

  Confucianism was spread abroad, and a large number of foreigners began to study Confucianism. After studying it, they realized that China is indeed a civilized and polite country. However, ordinary people do not think so, they still regard China as a poor and backward nation that throws garbage everywhere.

  "Thank you." Zhao Ziyang smiled and said to Philip: "Your demeanor is convincing, and it's hard to find someone more elegant than you."

  Zhao Ziyang hypocritically flattered Philip, looking at the other's reserved smile and muttering to himself: The British are indeed a group of self-righteous people, arrogant and hypocritical!

  Zhao Ziyang, who played the role of Ling Hu's boyfriend, looked around with his eyes to find An Qi'er's figure, but unfortunately there were too many people and he couldn't see where An Qi'er had gone.

  "Sir Philip, is the money enough?" Ling Hu smiled and said to Philip, lightly pinching Zhao Ziyang to prevent him from looking around.

  "No problem." Philip smiled lightly, still so reserved.

  But there's a hint of pain in this guy's pride, I don't know why he made that face.

  "Alright, see you later." The spirit fox smiled at Philip and flipped her golden hair back, pulling Zhao Zi Yang away.

  Zhao Ziyang nodded at Philip and temporarily bid farewell.

  "Special soldier, did you take him down?" Ling Hu asked, hugging Zhao Ziyang's arm.

  "Alright." Zhao Ziyang nodded, he knew that Ling Hu had a certain intention in letting them two meet.

  "It's all right, this Philip is a big shot, and his annual commission tasks are not small, heh..."

  The amount of money that can attract the attention of Ling Hu is absolutely not small, it seems that this Philip is indeed a super rich master, able to bring huge benefits to the lurker.

  "Ling Hu, thank you." Zhao Ziyang thanked Ling Hu very sincerely.

  "No need to thank me." The cunning fox smiled at Zhao Ziyang and said, "You only need to give me 10% of the commission, you understand, any intermediary has to make money, only by facilitating our cooperation with him."

  Zhao Ziyang was speechless upon hearing this, it turned out that Ling Hu had been planning to become a broker all along. Black, truly black, Rodriguez's mercenary agent only took 5%, and yet Ling Hu was so ruthless that her eyes didn't even blink.

  "Rumble... rumble..." A loud roar of the engine came, a Porsche Carrera GT slowly drove over like a fierce beast, attracting the attention of people present.

  Porsche is considered a top sports car here, but it's not particularly eye-catching. There are many top sports cars here, including the Aston Martin DB9, Lamborghini Murcielago, Chrysler ME Four-Twelve, Ferrari Enzo, and Bugatti Veyron, among others.

  The key is that the sound emitted by the engine of this car gives people a shocking feeling, directly making people think of a fierce beast with its teeth and claws exposed. This is the result after modification, even if Zhao Ziyang, who doesn't understand cars well, can hear the powerful part of this car.

  "A top-of-the-line 10-cylinder engine racing power system, with an increased displacement of 5.7 liters, maximum output power of 450 kW at 8,000 rpm and a maximum output torque of 590 Nm at 5,750 rpm, with a top speed of 330 km/h."

  Angel's eyes were fixed on the approaching car, muttering a series of data to herself, but soon shook her head and muttered to herself: "What idiot forcibly upgraded the 10-cylinder engine to 12 cylinders, and even used an old-fashioned turbocharger technology? Idiot, total idiot!"

  "Oh, Ling Hu, what's different about this? Isn't it said that the more powerful the engine, the faster the car runs?" Zhao Ziyang asked in confusion.

  "Idiot!" The spirit fox turned its head and glanced at Zhao Ziyang with a silly expression, saying: "Your 95-style rifle's firing mechanism and ammunition are all specially made by Pandora for you, right? The rate of fire has increased greatly on the basis of the original one, which means that the barrel must withstand greater pressure. If you use a barrel made of seamless steel pipe like before, do you think the barrel can withstand it?"

  This metaphor is too apt, Zhao Ziyang immediately understood the meaning: an engine that is too powerful is not necessarily a good thing, other accessories are not configured to match the engine, and this car will inevitably have all sorts of problems, same principle as changing guns.

  As the Porsche roared, the crowd naturally parted to let the beast pass. Two ordinary vehicles followed behind the car, stopping alongside the Porsche.

  With a "bang", the car door opened and a Chinese man with the same skin tone as Zhao Ziyang got out. He was followed by more than a dozen burly Chinese men from the back of the car, who looked very familiar.

  The troublemaker has arrived, Zhao Ziyang saw the figures of those few Black Tiger Gang members from this afternoon, and the most eye-catching one was that guy whose half face was pierced by glass shards. You can search for "Crossing the Fire Line: The Strongest Mercenary? Ha Eighteen" on Baidu to find the latest updates of this book!