Chapter 81 Fighting
Sumo's reputation is still very loud at home and abroad.
He is a professional racing driver who can no longer be professional. When Chinese racing drivers were ridiculed by foreign countries, he won the foreign racing championship by himself and punched those arrogant foreigners in the face.
Therefore, it is very strange for Su Mo to appear in such a competition.
No wonder there are so many people watching the game today that they are about to drown the foot of Jiulong Mountain.
It turns out that these people are all rushing to Sumo.
Su Mo followed William Bryan's words, carefully glanced at Charlee Ford, then took off his gloves and held out his hand to her: "Hello White young mistress, my name is Su Mo."
I don't know if it's Charlee Ford's illusion. I always feel that when he says "White young mistress", there is a smile in his tone.
Instead of shaking hands with him, Charlee Ford leaned over to William Bryan, showing a fear of life and tugging at his sleeve: "Husband..."
William Bryan was strangely satisfied?
He showed a not very apologetic expression to Su Mo: "Sorry, my young mistress is a little afraid of life."
Charlee Ford clearly saw Sumo's forehead jump.
A very speechless look.
"It doesn't matter. Then again, since Mr. Bai is here, we might as well hit the day when we choose it. How about playing today?" Sumo brought the topic to William Bryan.
William Bryan was expressionless. "I just came to take young mistress to the game, and I am not interested in other things."
Charlee Ford was curious.
Can William Bryan still race cars?
She looked very excited, took William Bryan's hand and asked, "Husband, will you attend? Then you must take the first place, Charlee will cheer you up!"
William Bryan's cold expression paused after hearing her words.
He bowed his head, his dark eyes locked her, and asked meaningfully, "Then you want me to attend?"
Charlee Ford tilted his head and looked at him in a daze: "Husband, don't you want to participate? Racing is so fun. You go to play and bring Charlee with you. Shall we play together?"
Her voice just fell, and Su Mo, who was stunned by watching it, came to her senses and quickly added fuel: "Yes, it's hard to take Ms. Maggie to play once. It must be more interesting to have a close experience. Can't racing cars bring people? Anyway, it's a friendly match, safety comes first."
Racing cars can really take people.
Racers sit in the driver's seat and teammates sit in the co-pilot.
Racing cars are different from ordinary cars. For racing cars, every kilogram of weight added is equivalent to one point of difficulty for racing drivers.
Therefore, it is more difficult for racing cars to bring people than ordinary races.
However, William Bryan obviously doesn't care about this.
He lazily stirred Charlee Ford's chin and asked, "Do you want to come with me?"
Charlee Ford's little face flushed with excitement.
She babbled at William Bryan and nodded like garlic. "Mm-hmm."
"That's fine." William Bryan loosened her and got up lazily, as if nothing else had been taken into account, full of Charlee Ford's attitude.
He glanced at Sumo and said to him, "Then I promise you."
"Good," Sumo instantly more excited than Charlee Ford, he hurriedly asked Artest to lead William Bryan to change the driver's uniform and choose the car.
Although every professional racer has his own chariot, the organizers of the race will prepare other professional racing cars in order to prevent accidents.
Although the performance in all aspects is not comparable to that of a racing car tailored by the racers themselves, it is more than enough for racing.
"Wait for me here." William Bryan told Charlee Ford.
Charlee Ford tugged at his hand and reluctantly said, "OK, husband, you should come back soon."
A pair of tearful eyes, very reluctant to give up his appearance.
William Bryan was successfully pleased and followed Artest in a good mood.
Until everyone disappeared from her sight, she still stared at the direction in which he left.
"When everyone is gone, are you still pretending?" A playful voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Charlee Ford looked back and rolled his eyes at Sumo. "Why are you here?"
"I don't know who gave Dallas the order to call us all to LA. Didn't I come without stopping?" Su Mo replied with a good temper.
Charlee Ford looked at him. "You were the only one who arrived first?"
Sumo shook his head. "There is Dallas, but she will do something now and come later."
He said, and looked at Charlee Ford with gossip, his eyes full of teasing smiles; "I heard Dallas say that you endured humiliation and married the White House as a fool young mistress, but how do I look at it? You seem to enjoy it?"
He only felt goose bumps all over when he thought of Charlee Ford's coquetry just now.
Charlee Ford gathered his long hair and replied lazily, "What do you know? A spoiled woman is the best."
"Cut." Su Mo disdained to sneer and suddenly looked serious: "But I have to thank you. If it weren't for your estimation that William Bryan would never promise to compete with me in his life."
Charlee Ford glanced around and found no one. He continued to say with confidence, "How did you know William Bryan could race?"
"Didn't I join a club abroad," Sumo recalled: "A captain of the club told me that the record of a track they ran before was set by a Chinese, and no one can break it so far. I asked Dallas to help me check it out. As a result, it was not a coincidence, it was William Bryan!"
As he spoke, he bumped into her arm and said, "The husband you picked is quite powerful. I started to gauntlet him two years ago, and as a result, people and birds didn't bird me."
"No, you deserve it." Charlee Ford spit out.
But she didn't expect William Bryan to have such a past.
As they spoke, the big screen in front of them suddenly lit up.
Sumo looked at the situation at the foot of the mountain projected on the big screen and said: "It seems that Dallas helped me get it done. This is the monitoring of the game, which can let people outside the stadium take a panoramic view at any time."
Charlee Ford followed his words and looked up carelessly at the big screen.
However, her eyes suddenly froze.
In the picture that flashed on the screen just now, if she was not mistaken, that person should be Leon Bryan?
The man had not acted since he had suffered twice in her hands, and she was almost forgetting him.
Charlee Ford's eyes sank a little.
Why is Leon Bryan here?