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Chapter 409 Ghost Convoy
"Yang Luo, what did the car dealer say, when will you be here?" Sandro deliberately interrupted and asked.

Yang Luo was taken aback, "Didn't I just say that I'll be here in 30 minutes, we'll just have to wait, why are you asking, amnesia?"

Despite being scolded by Yang Luo, Sandro endured it.

However, Yulia unexpectedly did not break the casserole and ask the end, but instead asked angrily: "Who is Kone? Why did he smash Yang Luo's car?"

As for the grievances between Yang Luo and Ke Nei, it's a long story, and Yang Luo doesn't want to go into too much detail, because it doesn't want to burden Yulia after all.

"Ex-teammates, it's nothing. When I go back, I must settle this account properly."

Just after Yang Luo finished speaking, a few cars suddenly caught their attention on the road.

The speed of these cars was very fast, and many cars around them were overtaken immediately. The engines of these cars were constantly pulling the engine, and the sound was explosive, like beasts in the mulberry forest, giving people an invisible lethal force.

They drove quickly and stopped directly in front of Yang Luo.

An official black Lamborghini parked in front of Yang Luo, the entire body was sprayed with a layer of frosting, and the pattern on the car was full of visual shock.

"Ghost!!!" Yang Luo and the others said in unison.

Seven cars lined up in a neat formation and stopped. Yang Luo looked around, and these seven cars were all extremely luxurious cars.

"Wow, Lamborghini, Porsche, BMW, Mercedes...all are luxury cars," Sandro raised his eyes and shouted in surprise.

Donggu was even more excited. He has been interested in cars since he was a child. These well-known cars opened his eyes even more, especially the first two cars immediately attracted him.

"Lamborghini, it's so handsome, look at the shape, look at the pattern of the car body, it's so handsome," Donggu was extremely excited, walked to the front of the car and touched it, as if the matter of Bugatti being smashed was directly thrown into his mind Rear.

Yang Luo stood where he was, carefully sizing up the cars in front of him, and suddenly stopped, what was his intention?
At this time, the doors of several cars slowly opened, and the people inside came out one by one.

These people wore uniform racing suits and helmets, especially on the back of their clothes, uniformly printed with a ghost pattern, which was exactly the same as the pattern on the front Lamborghini body.

"Could it be them?" Yang Luo's mind instantly remembered that Ke Nei led a group of people to race with him that night. Could it be them?
"Hi, Yang Luo, we meet again."

The silver-white Porsche Cayman stepped down, and the man took off his helmet, revealing his fluffy long hair, and the dense beard on his face still gave people a familiar feeling.

"Hi, Yang Luo, we meet again." Dikram took off his helmet and walked up to Yang Luo and held out his hand.

Sure enough, it was Dikram. Yang Luo had expected it, because he recognized the silver Porsche Caman just now when he came out. He lent him his car, but Yang Luo refused.

Although he didn't borrow Dikram's car, this incident alone raised his impression of Dikram to several levels. I really didn't expect to meet here today.

Dikram glanced at the car behind Yang Luo, "It seems that you have encountered some difficulties."

Yang Luo didn't hide anything. He looked back at the Bugatti, which was beyond recognition, and sighed, "Indeed, I'm waiting for rescue."

Dikram nodded. He walked up to Bugatti, took a closer look, shook his head, and seemed a little sorry, but the man who got off from the Lamborghini was very angry, "Damn it, who did this? Let me know that he must be killed."

The man let out a loud roar, which startled Yang Luo. The guy in front of him was strong and fit. He wore a turban with the pattern of the Spanish flag on his head. His eyes were like beasts, his pupils shrank, and his voice sounded more like a beast. The King of Central roared there, giving people an extremely serious sense of oppression.

Donggu walked up to Yang Luo and carefully reminded: "Yang Luo, this guy is a bit dangerous, we have to be careful."

Yang Luo also sensed that this person is more dangerous than Dikram, and Yang Luo can't tell whether this guy is an enemy or a friend. He immediately used up the opportunity to exchange physical potions for today's prize in the system, and checked The number of shots remaining in the system.

When the system displayed 7 times left, Yang Luo finally felt relieved.

7 shots, plus 3 bottles of stamina potion, this kind of configuration is enough for the opponent in the scene in front of him, and Yang Luo suddenly has a bottom line.

"Boss, this is the Yang Luo I'm talking about, the one who plays football, very famous." Dikram walked up to the boss and said.

The boss glanced at Yang Luo, then turned his attention to Bugatti again, and asked in a low tone like a subwoofer: "Is this your car?"

Yang Luo swallowed and nodded his head.

The boss didn't speak, but just couldn't bear to look at the car in front of him. For him who loves racing, the car is above everything else in his life. The more expensive the car, the more important it is in his eyes.

He walked up to Bugatti and touched it with his hand, "What a car, it's really a Bugatti."

Hearing the boss's voice, the rest of the group also stood there. They had seen Yang Luo's car before, but the boss insisted on seeing it with their own eyes, and they happened to catch up with it today.

"Is it that kid Kone?" Dikram asked.

Yang Luo froze for a moment, "How do you know?"

Dikram walked to the car, took out a cigarette and lit it. At this time, Donggu suddenly discovered a problem.

"Look, isn't that blue Ferrari owned by Kone?"

When Yang Luo and Sandro heard the news, they immediately looked over and found a blue Ferrari at the back of the convoy.

Yang Luo remembered clearly that Kone did have a blue Ferrari, and it was exactly the same as the one in front of him. Could it be that he was in the car.

Yang Luo rushed over immediately, and Donggu and Sandro also rushed over when they saw this, but there was no one in the car.

Seeing Yang Luo's actions, Dikram smiled and said, "It seems that you have also discovered that this car is indeed Kone's."

"Why is his car here?" Yang Luo asked.

"Of course we lost to us," Dikram said.

Dikram kept groping for Bugatti with his hands, and said with some regret: "Every road has its own rules. If Kone loses the game that night, he has to pay the corresponding price. Here, if we lose the game, the price is the same. Just hand over your car."

Yang Luo, Dong Gu, and Sandro were stunned. As outsiders, they didn't follow these rules at all. A Ferrari cost more than 100 million yuan, so they just handed it over?
Yang Luo couldn't believe it, "Did he not have any complaints? Just handed over the car obediently?"

Dikram smiled slightly, "If he doesn't pay, I'm afraid he will have to leave his life here. Do you think he dares not pay?"

(End of this chapter)