The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend Chapter 134 - 1232

Ying Hengyu flashed a standard brown-nosing smile, "Third Brother, your mask."

Rong Zhi put on his mask, revealing only those enchanting fox-like eyes.

There were just two minutes left before the race began, and team mbers took their positions on the track.

Ying Yunlin and Bai Su returned to find Rong Zhi missing, exchanged glances, and Ying Yunlin’s lip twitched, tugging at the wound on his cheek, causing him to hiss in pain.

Damn, this dog was ruthless.

He should know because he is Brother Zhi!

"Don’t look at , even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you," Ying Yunlin smirked coldly, crossing his arms and turning his gaze to the track.

Then.

He saw a familiar figure on the track.

Sure enough, he thought.

Couldn’t find Little Ying God in the audience? Look for her on the track.

Now in the preparation stages of the race, the grid girls and referees were in place, and Bai Su frowned as he dialed Rong Zhi’s number, his gaze casually sweeping the front of the track before suddenly pausing.

A very familiar figure stood beside a blue sports car, taking out her phone from her pocket for a mont, pressing an unknown button, then putting it back into her pocket.

A "ring ring ring" sound echoed in Bai Su’s ear.

The call was declined.

His fingertips instantly tightened.

That figure quickly got into the sports car, closing the door, cutting off all his probing glances of inquiry and doubt.

"Bang——"

The referee’s gunshot ignited the night sky.

With the gunshot, all the sports cars shot out like arrows off the string, drifting through the curves in the blink of an eye.

A blue sports car surged ahead, surpassing everyone to reach the first curve first, its engine roaring, nearly pushed to the limits by the driver. It executed the turn with unprecedented speed and cornering technique, doing so rapidly and perfectly!

A 180-degree drift followed!

The comntator and referee shared identical expressions of surprise.

The comntator hastily shouted out, "Quick, drones, caras! Get a shot of this RUSH Team mber!"

No need for him to say it, the caran had already locked in on the shot.

The blue sports car was displayed vividly on the digital screens, showcasing both the car and the person inside.

The comntator was exceedingly excited, "Look quick, look quick, approaching the turn, drones keep up... holy shit!!"

He suddenly cursed, completely forgetting his comntator etiquette.

It was yet another tricky-angled curve, the blue sports car was accelerating to the extre, and the driver had no intention of slowing down.

She calmly turned the steering wheel with both hands, and the car suddenly tilted to an eighty-degree angle, seemingly about to flip!

"What is the driver doing! Where are the dical personnel!"

"A rollover? Is RUSH about to roll over?"

"Holy shit, isn’t this playing with death?! dical personnel, hurry up!!"

It’s just an F3 Formula race, is it necessary to go so hard?!

Everyone thought they were done for; they seed to see an image of the blue sports car crashing and burning before their eyes.

Yet the blue sports car remained steadily in its tilted position, with its airborne wheels still spinning at high speed.

Rong Zhi stomped on the accelerator, gripping the steering wheel with one hand and suddenly making a sharp turn!

The wheels landed on the ground in an instant, skimming it, creating an ear-piercing screech and abruptly bursting into a train of sparks!

And it didn’t stop there, after a shivering tail-flick, it executed a perfect 360-degree drift on the spot, successfully navigating the turn.

Then, surpassed the finish line.

Everyone was stunned.

Winning or losing seed unimportant at this mont.

The recent thrilling tilt and perfect turn could be included in the world’s top 10 racing highlights!

Narrator’s voice was still trembling as he clutched the microphone with vigor, wishing to speak, but sothing seed to block his throat, preventing any sound, until suddenly a scene flashed through his mind.

Wasn’t that 360-degree drift Little Ying God’s signature move?!

Just then, the cara from the northern digital screen suddenly veered away from the track and focused on the audience.

The audience was still puzzled and cursing the caraman, but they all froze upon seeing the screen reveal a man with golden hair and black eyes.

The man’s features were deep, and despite the scars on his face, they did not detract from his handso appearance in the slightest.

That head of radiant golden hair shone under the moonlight, serving as an unmistakable personal signature.

The comntator was dumbfounded, blurting out, "Great God Ying?!"

"!!!"

Once those words fell, the audience erupted with excitent.

"Holy shit, did I see that right?? Is that Great God Ying? When did Great God Ying co to Beijing?!"

"I’m shocked, seeing Great God Ying at a dostic race, this ticket was worth it!"