I'm a widow for the richest man in the world

Chapter 122 The God of Chariots Arrives and the Audience Boils
The people outside the court were anxious and overwhelmed, but Meng Riwan, who was preparing for the match on the court, seemed very calm. She slowly tried on the wristbands and asked the staff if they had smaller ones.

The staff member said with a dark face: "Are you sure you won't just announce your retirement after playing for a while?"

"Why should I retire?" Meng Riwan asked back.

The staff pointed to the door: "A lot of people wanted to come to you just now, trying to get you out. A racing car is different from ordinary driving. It's all about killing your life. If you don't want to die, you'd better think carefully about which one is more important, money or life."

"You don't have to worry about that. I will drive to the side at that time, and I won't fight with them. I don't think they will take the initiative to provoke me." Meng Riwan's voice was flat, with a disapproval in his words Feel.

The staff who originally wanted to persuade her stopped talking. Anyway, he has already reminded him of everything he could. This girl really thinks her fate is too long to listen to him.

"By the way, I just heard from people outside that someone bought your life for 2000 million yuan."

Meng Riwan, who was clasping his wristband, turned around: "Who?"

"do not know."

The broadcast is reminding the racers to enter.

There are a total of [-] racers, and the host will introduce the representatives and their names in turn. They are all well-known racing masters in the circle. They have extraordinary reputations at home and abroad and even in the world. Just pulling out one can cause the audience to scream , it is no wonder that a small game can attract tens of thousands of spectators.

The vehicles used in the competition can choose the supercar provided by the organizer, or you can drive your own car. There are no rules on the field, and it doesn't matter whether you live or die. The first one to reach the finish line is the winner.

Behind the rest of the contestants, there are benefactor fathers behind them, and the cars they drive are all refitted and expensive.

"Miss Meng has been around the preparation field for so long, can't she find her own car? Or you didn't prepare the car in advance. If yes, the organizer can provide the car for free." The staff asked.

Meng Riwan raised his eyebrows: "My car will be here soon."

"But a sports car?"

Meng Riwan: "Yeah, it's just a bit ordinary. It's been many years, and I don't know if it will rust if I haven't had a meeting for so long."

"Have you not driven a car for many years? You, you..." The staff were all stunned by Meng Riwan. She didn't take her own life seriously!

Who doesn't drive the latest and greatest car?

Can the functional attributes of those old and old cars be better than new cars?

Seeing that Meng Riwan was determined to play, the staff sighed: "I think you should drive the car provided by the organizer, so that you won't die so ugly."

"I have a car, don't want someone else's."

"Can your car be as valuable as ours? Don't you want to drive a broken car to compete with other people's top supercars? Just kidding!"

The staff is a little anxious.

Meng Riwan was so calm, until the audience outside screamed deafeningly, and everyone stood up, almost crazy with excitement!

The racers in the arena also let out unbelievable exclamations at the same time, and everyone's eyes were fixed in the same direction!
"That's Spy Shadow!"

"That's Ike's car!"

"Hasn't she already retired? Why did she appear here? I never heard that she will participate in this competition!"

The faces of the racers in the preparation area all changed, and there was even fear and disbelief in their dignified expressions.

(End of this chapter)