Chapter 82 Imperial Club
"What are you looking at?" Su Mo looked at the big screen along her line of sight.
Charlee Ford looked back. "Nothing." I hope she is wrong.
"Then again, boss, don't you feel itchy?" Su Mo looked at her jokingly and asked.
Charlee Ford held his face and sighed with melancholy: "Itch, what can I do? I can't leave William Bryan here to race, can I?"
When she was fun before, she also played racing for two years.
In the past two years, she also won many awards in the competition. Of course, she also met Su Mo through the competition, and finally let him join the Seven Dragons Organization.
"How miserable." Su Mo looked at the excitement in a tone, obviously teasing her: "I still want to see who is better between you and William Bryan."
"What is more powerful?" A lazy voice suddenly came from behind him.
Charlee Ford hurriedly recovered before that a pair of foolish appearance, the speed of changing face so fast that Su Mo almost didn't react to come over.
Su Mo looked back and pointed to Charlee Ford. "I am discussing with you young mistress. Which one of us is better?"
William Bryan glanced at Charlee Ford with no expression. "What does she know?"
The implication is that she doesn't know anything.
It means a lot to despise people.
Charlee Ford secretly poked and grinded the molars.
"Have you chosen the car? If we choose it, let's go out first." Sumo asked William Bryan.
"Hmm." The man nodded.
At the moment, William Bryan is wearing a black racing driver's uniform, and the elastic racing driver's uniform is worn on him, just like asking him to tailor it.
He has wide shoulders and long legs, high stature, and a good figure. A lazy face adds a bit of wild taste.
William Bryan in the dark is more beautiful than the unsmiling man on weekdays.
Rao is Charlee Ford, who has seen all the handsome guys like this, and can't help but sigh twice about his appearance.
The three men headed for the starting point of the runway.
There, Sumo and William Bryan's cars were parked.
Sumo's chariot is a red Rolls Royce. After modification, the performance of the car has almost reached the top in all aspects.
At the moment, the red car stopped on the runway, just like a dormant beast, waiting for the opportunity to get ready to fight back.
The lines of the car are very smooth, shining with dazzling luster under the neon lights at night.
It is indeed a very beautiful car.
And the other car is much inferior compared with it.
But William Bryan didn't show any dissatisfaction, as if the car was insignificant to him.
"Husband, this car is so beautiful! Are we going to play in this car later?" Charlee Ford touched Sumo's precious chariot.
William Bryan shook his head and pointed to the black Santana next to him. "This is our car."
"Oh." Charlee Ford looked a little disappointed.
At the same time, there was some worry in her heart.
The performance of the car is so different that she is worried that William Bryan will lose badly.
Su Mo enjoyed his chariot and was very happy.
He came over and asked William Bryan: "The track in Jiulongshan is very difficult. Because there are many corners, it is also a test for the racer's skills of crossing corners. Why don't we run a lap first and get familiar with the track?"
When he put forward this proposal, he was actually seeking convenience for himself.
Sumo can become a very top racing driver, in addition to his superb racing skills, there is also a big reason for his ability to never forget the track.
Therefore, no matter how complicated the track is, he can quickly remember and make measures to deal with it.
William Bryan thought for a moment and was about to nod his head.
At the other end of the runway came a very shocking roar, as if to break through the sky.
All three are very professional racing drivers. According to the roar, they can tell that this is a top-notch racing car.
All the performances of the car have been modified to be perfect.
The three men invariably looked at the track where the sound was made, only to see a white racing car that seemed to be a giant monster galloping towards them.
Seeing that he was about to run into them, Charlee Ford squinted and was pulled behind by William Bryan.
However, after all, the racing car stopped with a sudden brake half a meter away from them, and the tail wing swung, a beautiful drift, and a giant white monster stood in front of them.
Charlee Ford glanced subconsciously at the ground.
The inertial sliding force generated by braking and shaking is only less than ten centimeters away.
This racing car is horribly strong.
Bai Muyan and Su Mo frowned at the same time and looked at the unknown white racing car.
Sumo couldn't help muttering, "I don't remember having a friend who drives this car."
His doubts were soon answered.
The white racing car door opened and two men came down from it.
They are extremely tall, almost two meters tall, dressed in white racing driver's clothes, and their blond hair is very eye-catching.
As soon as they got off the bus, they looked down at William Bryan and the three of them, and a touch of disdain appeared in their eyes.
These are two foreigners.
As far as Charlee Ford knows, there is a racing club abroad, and their headquarters has moved to America in the past two years.
This club has won many awards at home and abroad, so it looks down on America racers very much.
I think these two people in front of me are from this club.
And maybe it's still the main force.
"Which one of you is Sumo?" The foreign man driving the car said in a contemptuous tone, his eyes sweeping between Bai Muyan and Su Mo.
Sumo frowned: "I am, who are you? I don't remember inviting you."
"You?" The two foreign men looked at each other with a hilarious expression: "It looks like that."
Su Mo was angry.
These two men are obviously here to smash the venue.
Seeing Su Mo angry, they slowly introduced: "We are members of the Imperial Club, and we are here to address you today."
Another person echoed: "I heard that you won a championship in our country before. Oh, I'm sorry, we don't admit your championship. If we were there at that time, you would definitely not have won it, so we have to challenge you again."
Sumo was speechless.
What stupid Imperial Club?
Are these people out of their minds? Today is the game he finally made with William Bryan. He can't let these people sabotage.
"Sorry, I already have a game today. Besides, you are an uninvited guest to me. I don't remember inviting you. If there is nothing else, you can leave on your own." Su Mo is still a more polite rebuff.
After all, we should be a quality Chinese.