car altar supreme

Chapter 158 Celtics
Fred Warren!
Mo Shu firmly remembered the name, and the achievements of the Irishman were also deeply imprinted in his mind.

1 minutes 15 seconds 901!

1 minutes 16 seconds 173!

Although the time difference between the two is less than half a second, in the field of Super Formula racing, half a second means a lag of tens of meters.

Mo Shu even began to worry a little, worried that in the future games, he would be suppressed by the Irishman named Fred Wallen.

Will the title of "God of Speed" be in jeopardy?Will Mo Shu's undefeated record end here?

The more he thought about it, the more he panicked, and Mo Shu lost his footing for the first time.

"Moshen, what are you doing? Come down and meet the guests!" Wang Yu waved at the bottom of the stands, it seemed that he didn't know the opponent's results yet.

Mo Shu tried his best to calm down, but still walked out of the stands without a trace.

"Hey, Mo Shen, it's the first time we meet, please take care of me, I have heard about your record, and I am also very optimistic about your prospects in the formula."

The person who came to say hello to Mo Shu was the No. [-] driver of the Prancing Horse Racing Team, Lynch Garcia, who came from North America, and his warm and friendly attitude was very characteristic of North Americans.

"Hi, you've been honored. I hope we all played normally in today's game." Although Mo Shu was out of his wits, he still maintained a polite attitude.

Lynch Garcia raised his eyebrows and smiled, and gave Mo Shu a fist bump in greeting.

"Lynch, what are you doing? The grades just now weren't too good!"

Lynch and Mo Shu were still exchanging pleasantries, but a cold voice came from behind.

The voice spoke with a strong accent. Although it was also in English, Mo Shu still couldn't understand it.

The Irish accent should be correct. Mo Shu didn't even have to turn his head to know that Fred Warren was standing behind him.

"Oh, Moshen?" Fred Warren stepped forward with a trace of contempt in his eyes.

Mo Shu couldn't help frowning. He didn't expect the other party to be a "thorny head". Before he could say anything, he provoked like this. What's more hateful was that his grades were quite good.

"Mo Shu, hello, my name is Fred Warren, and I'm from Ireland." Fred introduced himself formally. His accent made Mo Shu feel ashamed, but this self-introduction was quite serious. This surprised Mo Shu.

"Hello, Fred Wallen, I'm very glad to meet you today." Mo Shu also returned the gift very formally, after all, he couldn't disgrace the Huaxia people.

"Haha, you are so awesome. You can actually compete in the formula competition." Fred suddenly changed his attitude, which made Mo Shu a little confused. This man was polite at one moment and rude at the other. Could it be that he had a schizophrenia?
"Well, you are also very good, and you can even enter the formula field." Mo Shu didn't know how to chat with this person, so he could only repeat the other party's "praise".

Unexpectedly, Fred was quite serious, nodded sullenly, and said loudly.

"Naturally, I don't need to say much about my strength, because I am a descendant of the Celtics and the Knights Templar, and I have a noble and glorious blood of knights! The field! It is the battlefield of our Celtics in Europe! Racing! Just It is equivalent to the horses under the crotch of our Templars!"

These words were like an oath, and Mo Shu was dumbfounded. He seemed to begin to understand why the other party's personality seemed split. He was probably brainwashed by someone.

"Oh haha" Mo Shu had no choice but to continue the awkward chat, wondering if he should also come and "take the oath".

I am Mo Shen from China, and the blood of the Chinese nation flows through my body. We are the great descendants of Yan and Huang, and the Yangtze River and the Yellow River have nurtured us!

Forget it, let's not compete with him, it's a good idea, but Mo Shu didn't say that he has already passed the stage of "Second Childhood Disease", so let's save his strength for the racing track.

Seeing that Mo Shu had been distracted, Fred couldn't help but feel neglected, so he borrowed Mo Shu's "hehe" and said loudly again.

"Why do I say my bloodline, because our bloodline is great, and you yellow people are not worthy of standing on the field of formula."

"Watt? Racial discrimination?" Mo Shu's pores opened suddenly, and the blood in his body spurted out. He wished to kick the opponent down with one kick, and then spit on the opponent's face.

"Hehe, not bad! I'm a little unhappy!" Mo Shu deliberately emphasized "I", and he decided that he must defeat this guy today.

As a result, the two were officially feuding, and Lynch Garcia was at a loss. Fortunately, Wang Yu arrived in time, followed by the track engineer of the Prancing Horse Racing Team.

"Hey! What are you talking about?" Wang Yu was originally happy, but suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right. He rarely saw Mo Shu with such an expression, like a jealous bull.

"What's the matter? Are you already acquainted? It seems that I don't need to introduce you." The track engineer of the Prancing Horse also came up, but his voice became smaller and smaller. He also felt a murderous aura, and the air seemed to be Almost solidified.

"Ha ha."

"Hehehe"

Several people said dryly "hehe" for a while.

Wang Yu quickly changed the subject and turned his attention back to the warm-up match.

"Doyle, why don't you let your drivers prepare for the race?" Wang Yu and the Prancing Horse's engineer suggested that he wanted to separate the drivers first.

"No problem, prepare for the race, which link should we start with? Practice? Qualifying? Or how about going straight to the race?" Doyle Owen is the track engineer of the Prancing Horse and an authentic British gentleman .

"I think, although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs, so we should at least start from qualifying?" Wang Yu paid a lot for the warm-up match, so his attitude is very serious.

"Okay, qualifying, we will split up and prepare."

"Wait! I don't agree!" Fred Wallen, who claimed to be a Celtic, interrupted suddenly.

Several people froze again in an instant, all waiting for Fred to continue speaking.

"My score just now was 1:15, and as far as I know, Mo Shu's best time on this track is 901:1, which means that I am faster than him! So in the warm-up race I Got pole position!"

"You're faster than me? How do you know that's my best result? I, Mo Shu, haven't used any strength at all!" Mo Shu suddenly became impatient again, and the result is now a "pimple" in his heart.

"Hmph! You have a tough mouth, but you just don't know if your driving skills are good!" Fred Howe countered Mo Shu without showing weakness.

"Come on, let's compete!" Mo Shu waved his hand to Wang Yu, "Let's not engage in qualifying, we will go straight to the race, get a tank of gas, get the tires ready, and give the pole position to that idiot X, I don't want it anymore, today We must fight to compete!"

Wang Yu was in a difficult situation, and followed behind to persuade him, "Mo Shen, you forgot that what we prepared today is a new car, and you haven't even tried the new car."

wipe!New car?Yes, why the hell did I forget!Mo Shu's heart was churning, he felt that today was too unlucky, how could he meet such a bastard, he was so angry that he lost his mind.

But even at such a disadvantage, Mo Shu still decided not to change the competition system. He gritted his teeth and refused to take back the harsh words he said in a fit of anger.

(End of this chapter)