Dancing Youth: Evil and Rebellious Girl

Chapter 983 Where can I borrow a motorcycle?

"Hey, boy, who's in charge here?"

The other party was counting the dollars with his head down, but when he was interrupted, he suddenly became dissatisfied: "Are you new here?"

"Hmm, we're new here." Zuo Zhe smiled, because Ye Ziye's self-important thoughts just now kept him in a good mood.

Silly look, not so scary.

The young man looked at the two of them cautiously: "Where did you come from?"

"Don't worry, we are not the police." Zuo Zhe understood his concerns, shrugged his shoulders, and explained earnestly: "We came from China, we are on a study tour, and we are almost running out of money. We want to ask for some money to continue the rest. journey of."

"It turned out to be like this." The young man weighed their attire, pointed at them, and pointed to the crowd: "That man, do you see that? His name is Peter (Peter), and he is the long-victorious general here. You put all your bets on it." With him, it is guaranteed that you will not lose money."

After finishing speaking, he retracted his fingers and opened his palm towards Zuo Zhe, shaking his fingers, motioning for them to give the bet.

The two looked at each other and smiled, unmoved.

Ye Ziye asked: "Where can I borrow a motorcycle?"

Money, for them, is a foreign object, enough for their usual expenses.

Racing is their spiritual food, without it, life would be boring.

"Do you want to participate in the competition?" The young man was stunned, staring at the two with his small eyes, "No, no, you won't be Peter's opponent."

Zuo Zhe didn't talk nonsense to him, and pointed to the second-hand car he drove: "We have a car, it's here, you get us two motorcycles for the competition."

Ye Ziye added: "How about giving you a [-]% bonus after we win the game?"

The other party was obviously stunned, because of their arrogant tone, but also because of the courage of the two of them.

However, he didn't believe them: "Forget it, don't make trouble, the game will start soon, or just lean on the side and watch, or hurry up and make a bet."

Here, there are teenagers from different countries, and some are of mixed race.

But purebred Chinese like Zuo Zhe and Ye Ziye are young, with a mature and calm face that cannot be ignored.

But there are very few.

Zuo Zhe had no choice but to reach out and clasp the shoulder of the young man who was about to leave, and slightly raised a corner of his clothes at one side of his waist.

Under the clothes, hidden a shiny black pistol.

(End of this chapter)