The president is dying every day

The place Zhu Kaifeng gave him was a barren hill in the suburbs of Beijing, where rich second generations often gather to race cars, and the roar of cylinders often resounds through the night.

The dark night, winding mountain roads, racing cars, whatever you pull out is enough to make Jiang Huan's blood pressure high.

He and Zhu Kaifeng arrived almost at the same time. Zhu Kaifeng jumped out of the car and punched him straight away, "Are you a fucking man!"

The corner of Jiang Huan's mouth was broken and he didn't say a word.

There were more than a dozen colorful sports cars parked on the cleared site, all of which had been privately refitted with messy graffiti.

Ren Chuan was sitting in the driver's seat of the Bugatti Veyron with a bottle of beer in his hand.

Jiang Huan strode over, "Ren Chuan!"

Ren Chuan pretended not to see him, raised his head and downed a big gulp of wine.

Zhu Kaifeng was also in a hurry, "Chuan'er! You don't want to die!"

Ren Chuan looked at Zhu Kaifeng, but said to Jiang Huan, "Are you in a hurry?"

He pointedly said: "Am I still your sweetheart?"

Zhu Kaifeng didn't know what kind of riddle he was playing, "Yes, yes, yes! Who else can you be if you are not my baby!"

Ren Chuan snorted disdainfully, drank the beer in his hand, and threw the bottle on Jiang Huan.

At this time, there was a sound from the field, "Mr. Ren! Come or not!"

Ren Chuan shouted loudly, "Come on!"

He started the Bugatti Veyron, and just as he was about to start, Jiang Huan stood in front of the car.

"Come on." Jiang Huan stared at him unkindly, "Come and try!"

"Fuck/you/damn Jiang Huan!" Ren Chuan became angry, "I've given you a face! You think you can't do it without me—!"

Jiang Huan's tone was very light, "Then you hit me to death."

Ren Chuan frowned, he hated being threatened the most, "Do you think I dare not!"

Jiang Huan pulled up the veins on his neck and shouted, "Then you come—!"

Ren Chuan stepped on the accelerator, and the Bugatti Veyron started immediately. The cylinder roared like an unrestrained beast, and rushed straight over!

Jiang Huan just stood there, motionless.

He could even feel the wind brought by the head of the car——

Jiang Huan gently closed his eyes.

Just a second before the Bugatti Veyron was about to hit him, Zhu Kaifeng jumped into the air and rolled around on the ground with Jiang Huan in his arms. He roared, "You two are dying! You are looking for death—— !"

Ren Chuan sat on the Bugatti Veyron, glanced at Jiang Huan contemptuously, snorted coldly, and drove away in the car.

Jiang Huan sat on the grass, his chest still heaving.

He then jumped into the sports car and drove after him.

"Hey!" Zhu Kaifeng couldn't persuade this one, nor could that one, one head and two older, "You——!"

Just as Jiang Huan was going to chase after Ren Chuan, someone stopped him, "Wait."

The second generation of the rich looked at him slyly, "You can't participate."

Jiang Huan asked directly, "How much?"

"It's not about the money." Fu Erdai pointed to the car next to the Bugatti Veyron, "That's the vice president of Pomegranate Video. He used to be the vice president of black market technology. He and Mr. Ren are brothers and enemies, you know Right? People are here to settle personal grievances."

Jiang Huan frowned, "What did you bet on?"

"It's nothing." The rich second generation laughed, "3000 million advertisements, plus kneeling on the ground and kowtow calling daddy."

Jiang Huan took off his watch and threw it out, "This watch is 500 million, so you don't need to give change."

After finishing speaking, he drove the car over with one kick of the gas pedal, putting his foot in between the two racing cars.

Ren Chuan looked at him coldly, "Get lost."

Jiang Huan turned a deaf ear to it.

Aren't you going crazy?

together!

Song Qiwen looked at the two with a frown and smiled, "Mr. Ren, new boyfriend?"

"It's none of your business." Ren Chuan directly pushed him back, "Don't renege on your debt for a while!"

"Remember." Song Qiwen's posture was very relaxed, "If I win you, your 3000 million advertisement will have to be given to me."

Ren Chuan disdained, "You still dream faster."

Song Qiwen looked at Jiang Huan, "You want to participate, what's your bet?"

"Ren Chuan's share is on my head." Jiang Huan held the steering wheel, "If I lose to you, I will give you 6000 million. Kneel down and kowtow to call you grandpa."

Song Qiwen applauded him, "Okay, enough domineering."

Ren Chuan was not happy, "Get out of my way, why are you meddling with my affairs?"

Jiang Huan smiled, "Save this on your bed."

He put down the words, "You beat me, I'll let you fuck."

Ren Chuan was out of breath, "You—"

The rich second generation who hosted the event began to shout, "Get ready—!"

The three sports cars started at the same time, and the roar of the cylinders shook the entire night, as if a beast was roaring.

"start--!"

Ren Chuan rushed out first, Song Qiwen followed closely, and Jiang Huan fell in third.

The winding mountain road with seven turns and eight turns has no street lights, and the road conditions are not even clear, but the speed is as high as [-] kilometers per hour. This is simply desperate!

Jiang Huan stared at Song Qiwen's headlights the whole time, only a few millimeters away from him. Thinking back, he was also a race car driver, and his driving skills were definitely not bad. Dirty tricks.

It doesn't matter whether he wins or loses, he just wants Ren Chuan to be safe and sound.

He didn't even know how Ren Chuan was driving now, let alone how much Ren Chuan drank when he wasn't here.

Jiang Huan's eyeballs were bloodshot, he clenched his teeth tightly, and the muscles on his cheeks were as tight as steel.

The mountain road here is very curved, and there are 270-degree bends from time to time. When turning at high speed, half of the car body sticks out of the cliff, falls a few pieces of gravel, and then rushes back with extraordinary grip. All thrilling.

Ren Chuan also raced when he was young, and with the powerful driving system of Bugatti Veyron, he firmly occupied the first place.

In just a few short breaths, half of the race is already over, and the top of the mountain can even be seen.

Song Qiwen finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to try to overtake.

His sports car crashed into the rear of the Bugatti Veyron several times, and even tried to merge forcibly.

There was another sharp turn ahead, and the Bugatti Veyron was squeezed by Song Qiwen to the runway near the cliff. The two sports cars rubbed against each other, sparks burst out, and iron pieces flew.

The wheels of the Bugatti Veyron were constantly slipping, and it was about to deviate from the road and fall into a cliff.

At the same time, Song Qiwen became more and more crazy, and even controlled the sports car to hit the Bugatti Veyron.

Jiang Huan drove the sports car into the outer lane, caught up with Song Qiwen, and squeezed his sports car tightly with the car body, so that the car body rubbed against the mountain, causing sparks and falling rocks.

Ren Chuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, took this opportunity to kick the accelerator, and drove out again.

In the last few kilometers, Song Qiwen had gone completely crazy, and rushed up directly regardless of his life.

Jiang Huan didn't give him any chance, and still controlled the sports car to suppress him. The two steel beasts were fighting each other, sparks were flying, and the ear-piercing sound of friction filled the eardrums. Either you die or I live!

The moment he rushed to the platform on the top of the mountain, no one expected that there would be a dead tree in front of him. Song Qiwen's pupils widened, and he slammed the steering wheel, but it was already too late!

The front of his car hit a dead tree directly, and the body swung sideways, intercepting Jiang Huan's sports car!

Jiang Huan stepped on the brakes to the end, and amidst the screeching sound of the brakes, he still bumped into it, and the front of the car was directly crushed and deformed!

Ren Chuan watched all this happen in front of him, the accident happened so suddenly that he didn't even have time to react, and he shouted heart-piercingly, "Brother——!"

He hastily unbuckled his seat belt, and hurriedly opened the car door. The smoke and dust on the field hadn't dissipated yet, and the two steel behemoths were still warm.

Ren Chuan saw blood stains on the cobweb-like windshield, and his knees softened all of a sudden. With trembling hands, he opened the driver's door.

This sports car didn't have an airbag. The wound on Jiang Huan's forehead was bleeding, and his left arm was twisted abnormally. Fortunately, his chest was still heaving.

Ren Chuan groped him up and down, checked his heartbeat, and breathed again. He swallowed hard and forced himself to calm down, as if taking out his mobile phone to call for help, but found that he didn't bring his mobile phone with him at all!

He panicked completely, "Brother..."

Jiang Huan frowned, and opened his eyes a little. Just as he was about to move, he felt severe pain in his arm, "Uh—"

Ren Chuan hurriedly held him down, "Brother, don't move..."

"I'm fine..." Jiang Huan took a hard breath, "Go and see Song Qiwen."

Ren Chuan walked towards another sports car under his urging, and when he saw what happened, his eyes widened instantly, and he covered his mouth in disbelief.

The branches of the dead tree pierced through the windshield, pierced Song Qiwen's chest, and nailed him to death on the driver's seat. Blood was everywhere.

Song Qiwen's eyeballs widened in vain, with astonishment and bewilderment remaining on his face, apparently unwilling to believe that he would end up in this way.

Jiang Huan struggled to get down from the driver's seat, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he frowned. He pressed Ren Chuan's head on his chest, not letting him look, and then dialed the Call for help.

Zhu Kaifeng also drove up from the mountain, panting, "Chuan'er!"

Ren Chuan trembled, tears streaming down his face, "I didn't expect this to happen..."

Jiang Huan held him in his arms with his intact arms, "I know..."

Ren Chuan couldn't stop crying, "Actually... I don't hate him... Black Stone was founded by the two of us... We agreed to be brothers for life..."

"Yes." Jiang Huan comforted him patiently, "I know."

"When he tried to drive you off the cliff, you were no longer brothers." Jiang Huan looked at Ren Chuan, "Chuan'er, you have to believe that there are gods in this world."

"What you say and do, there are countless pairs of eyes watching, no evil can be allowed to breed."

"Even if there is, it will eventually be brought to justice."

"Where the law can't control... there is fate."