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Wang Xuanyuan drove behind O'Connor, driving through the busy streets of Los Angeles toward the Los Angeles Arts District, until he drove to the vicinity of Alami Plaza.

It was only ten o'clock when we arrived here. This is a large area. The Los Angeles Museum and Art Exhibition Center are here. The main road of Alameda Plaza is a wide road, as wide as ten lanes. It is a mile long, with no shops or buildings on either side. It is a good place for racing, and there are few buildings around, making it suitable for high-speed driving.

This is one of the most prosperous areas in Los Angeles, and it is even more so on weekends. It's just that the inspections have been tightened recently, and weekends in this place seem less ordinary.

It was not even ten o'clock when Wang Xuanyuan and the others arrived, which was a bit early, so they drove around on the street a few times and bought a drink each.

After ten o'clock, Wang Xuanyuan found that more and more cars were driving this way on the street. They were colorful and it was easy to tell that they had been modified.

These cars include high-end BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Porsche and other top sports cars, Japanese and Korean Toyota, Honda and Hyundai, European and American Lexus, Ford, etc., and they are rarely visited by a single person.

Most of them were two cars driving in front and back, and many of them were filled with beauties wearing very hot clothes.

Obviously, these are the Los Angeles underground drag racing community, drag racing enthusiasts.

If the owner of the car meets an acquaintance or friend, he will roll down the window to say hello, say a few words, and then leave.

A beautiful car goes with a beautiful woman, this saying is true.

At a dining table not far away, O'Connor said to Wang Xuanyuan next to him: "Welcome to the underground world of Los Angeles. The night has come, let's go and have fun too."

Wang Xuanyuan nodded, and the three of them got into the car. Haili got into Wang Xuanyuan's passenger seat this time. O'Connor's green Mitsubishi suddenly jumped out and drove towards Alameda Plaza.

This place has become a world of sports cars, red, green, and blue. Even the cheapest white Volkswagen Jetta has been spray-painted with some evil patterns, and the modified motor makes a roaring sound.

In this traffic flow, Wang Xuanyuan's ordinary family car looked very inconspicuous.

Tonight, the interior of Alameda Plaza has become a gathering place for racing enthusiasts. The place is surrounded by several cars. It is impossible to drive in from all sides. There is only one exit left for entry and exit.

In this entrance and exit made of vehicles, a group of people are checking every car that enters, and after paying the entrance fee, they exchange for the corresponding number plate. It has obviously developed into an underground drag racing competition.

When tourists or locals want to enter the square, they are stopped by such people. People who have nothing to do with drag racing are prohibited from entering unless they spend money to buy tickets.

At this time, these people would just say harshly: These damn racing gangs, and then turn around and leave.

Because there are hundreds of drag racing people gathered here, no one dares to cause trouble here.

Of course, there are exceptions. For example, a while ago, the underground racing scene in Los Angeles was severely investigated by the authorities for several months, and it has only relaxed now.

Following the traffic in front, O'Connor and Wang Xuanyuan arrived at the entrance of the square one after another.

Wang Xuanyuan saw several people standing here. The leader was a young black man with long hair in braids. He was giving out number plates to people entering with a smile on his face.

When it was O'Connor's turn, the black young man saw this modified green Mitsubishi car, listened to the roar of the engine, saw the heavily re-installed spoiler on the rear of the car, and the thickened exhaust pipe. I knew this guy was also a drag racing enthusiast, but I didn’t know whether he modified his car himself or spent money to modify it.

The young black man saw this Mitsubishi car as strange. Although it was for local photography, the person in the car was even stranger. He was a blond white young man with a silly smile on his face. At first glance, he seemed to be a bold man.

The black young man said hello to O'Connor and said, "Friend, I see that your car has been modified well. If you modify it yourself, you should find someone to modify it."

O'Connor had done his homework beforehand and knew some of the rules here. He said with a silly smile, "I changed it myself, so I didn't bother anyone else."

The black young man said: "Brother, you seem to be quite unfamiliar. Are you new here or are you just beginning to be interested in racing?"

O'Connor said with a helpless look: "I just came here from somewhere else for a while. I heard that there is a lot of fun here in Los Angeles, so I came to see it, but I had no choice but to catch up with the curfew for a while."

The black young man said happily: "It turns out to be a master from outside. My name is Hector, welcome to Los Angeles, what do you call me brother?"

After O'Connor said his name, Hector put a number plate on his rear window and let him in.

Wang Xuanyuan, who was behind, drove up to Hector in his family car. He wanted to follow him in, but Hector waved his hand and said to Wang Xuanyuan: "Sorry, it's temporarily closed today. Please come back another day." Visit the Arts District.”

O'Connor, who had just driven a few meters away, stopped the car and said to Hector: "Friend, he is my brother who came with me. It's just a convenience."

Hector also showed some respect by putting a number plate on Wang Xuanyuan's car and letting it go.

After entering, I realized that it was a big place and there were not many people there at the moment. People gathered in small groups, some chatting, and some opened the hood of their cars and opened the doors to show off how awesome their cars were. , some are busy picking up girls, and there are also the current ones who have a deep expression and are silent.

Since both O'Connor and Wang Xuanyuan came here for the first time and didn't know anyone, after they parked the car, the three of them got out of the car and chatted boredly.

Haili's attire is obviously different from the people here. She is still wearing the uniform she wears at work. She looks slim and dignified. She is not bad looking.

On the other hand, the other women in the venue are either very colorful or very revealing, enchanting and attractive, and these women are obviously the targets of the racing gang who come here. As the saying goes, men need motivation.

Two Mercedes-Benz S4 vehicles were driving at the venue, one red and one black. The red Mercedes-Benz rolled down its window, glanced in the direction of Haili, and said hello to the driver of the black Mercedes-Benz. The two cars came towards Wang Xuanyuan and the three of them.

O'Connor obviously noticed this, and he winked at Wang Xuanyuan.

After the two Mercedes-Benzes stopped, the driver of the red Mercedes-Benz stepped out. He was a young black man wearing a gold chain, a crew cut, and a wicked smile on his face.

The black man said to Haili: "Hey, little girl, spin around a few times with your brother and let you feel the vibration of the engine."

Because Haili was now next to Wang Xuanyuan, and Wang Xuanyuan's ordinary Toyota family car Camry was parked next to him, so it was easy for others to think that Haili came in a Camry.

Before Wang Xuanyuan said anything, O'Connor said first: "Brother, we are just here to take a look. We don't want to be disturbed. Thank you."

The black man with a crew cut raised his head and glanced at O'Connor and said, "I just invited her to try the car. What's wrong? You seem to be a stranger. You're not a local."

O'Connor said: "I have just arrived here not long ago. Do you have any advice?"

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