Just when everyone's attention was on Huang Tian in the middle of the stage, a silver Rolls-Royce stopped coolly next to it.

The car door opened, and a man in a silver ice mask stepped on......

The moment he got out of the car, the man's eyes searched the crowd.

Immediately, his gaze was fixed on Bai Haoxue, who was wearing a black leather coat and leather pants, painted with ghost-like makeup, and wearing a skull mask.

On the other side of the crowd, Bai Haoxue looked around, strange...... Why does it always feel like someone is staring at her?

Impossible, impossible, she had made herself look like this, and no one could recognize her except the ghost.

Huang Zhong pulled Huang Tian aside and asked angrily, "Rabbit cub, are you crazy?" Or is it dead? You came here to play 'Death Racing', why don't you just kill yourself? ”

"I'm sorry I didn't choose to kill myself and let you down!" Huang Tian threw away Huang Zhong's hand, "Get out of the way, the last person Lao Tzu wants to see now is you." ”

"Bastard, did you talk to your father like that?"

"Father?" Huang Tian sneered, "You're my father?" Am I blessed with this? Zhang Yang's grandson is your son, dear...... Child...... Child! ”

"Bastard ......" Huang Zhong was exposed to his shortcomings, he was unforgivable, and slapped him.

Huang Tian's head was tilted, he looked at his father with sharp eyes, and said word by word, "Huang Zhong, Director Huang, I won't pay you back this slap, because I was still your son before this, but if there is a next time, I will definitely fight back!" ”

In other words, this slap interrupted their father-son relationship.

"You bastard......" Huang Zhong raised his hand and was about to fan it again.

Huang Tian leaned his face up, "You fight, I'll take a look, do you still dare?" Can you withstand my counterattack? ”

Huang Zhong's hands trembled more and more, looking at Huang Tian with scarlet eyes, he didn't fan it again after all.

Huang Tian pushed Huang Zhong away, jumped into the sports car next to him, and said to the host, "I'm ready, I can start." ”

Amid everyone's cheers, the two supercars shuttled through like sharp arrows.

Bai Haoxue walked over and patted the haggard Huang Zhong, "Director Huang, what are you doing sitting here?" Don't you look at your son's racing? ”

Only then did Huang Zhong raise his head, and Bai Haoxue pointed to the big screen on the high platform not far away, which was a timely display of the racing car.

On the screen, Huang Tian and his opponent, (here, in 'Death Racing', the side that pays is called the rich player.) Already galloping through the winding and undulating lanes.

At the beginning, Huang Tian was still running in front, but when he got to the middle, the rich man who had been behind not only caught up with Huang Tian, but also began to hit him from the side.

Seeing the car crashing directly into his son, Huang Zhong's heart hung in his throat.

"Director Huang, your son's driving skills are very low, who gave him the courage to participate in this kind of 'death racing'? Judging by the current situation, in less than three minutes, your son will either raise a white flag or be knocked into the abyss - to die. ”

"What then?" Huang Zhong was scared and didn't know what to do.

Although his son is disobedient, this is his only son.

"Is there anything you can do?" Huang Zhong looked at Bai Haoxue for help.

Bai Haoxue spread her hands, "What can I do?" Either raise the white flag and stop the game, or continue. ”

"Besides, even if I have a way, then why should I help you?"