862: C862 His Hair Is Really Green

C862 His Hair Is Really Green

Wei Weih lowered his head and looked at the time. There was still half an hour until the appointed time.

Half an hour was enough for him to familiarize himself with the track.

Although he had already memorized the road to Ox-Head Mountain.

"Who's going to accompany me?" Wei Weih looked around with a smile.

"I'll do it. I'll do it."

Even though he knew he couldn't win, The young masters present still hoped that they would be able to participate in the match, and all of them said anxiously and excitedly.

After all, even if they lost, when they were drinking and bragging later, they would have a run with the God of Vehicle. Heh, they would have a long face if they heard that.

"You can do it." Wei Weih looked around and quickly chose a person.

The others put down their hands in disappointment and looked at the man with envy.

Not long after.

The two cars were ready at the starting point. As a sexy woman waved her hand, the two cars sped away at lightning speed.

...

"Can you stop bragging?"

Along the way, Xue Feng had rolled his eyes countless times.

He sneered. "Is Che God your disciple? Let's not say it's impossible. Even if it is, it is his own talent."

"You are jealous!"

Mo Nan snorted and did not bother to explain.

While they were talking, they arrived at Ox-Head Mountain.

They were still at the foot of the mountain when they could see the lights on the mountainside. It was as bright as day.

Xue Feng drove the car to the place.

"Yo, Young Master Xue, you should do it. Didn't I hear that you don't even dare to touch the car?"

"That's right. What happened to you in the past? Why are you scared in front of our Brother Wei?"

As soon as he got off the car, people kept clamoring.

At the end of the day.

Xue Feng had offended too many people in the past. Unlike Wei Weih, he always had a smile on his face, making people feel bad about losing.

Xue Feng had a cold face. When Mo Nan saw him for the first time, he had been criticizing him in his heart.

"So much nonsense." Xue Feng frowned and looked at the people who mocked him. "Why don't we run first before we run away with Wei Weih?"

"Same old rules, one million yuan per run..."

"Cough."

The surrounding people immediately became awkward and silent. After all, no matter how rich their family was, it was not because of the wind. After losing to Xue Feng a few times, they were no longer willing to gamble with Xue Feng.

"Trash."

Xue Feng said with a cold snort.

Mo Nan couldn't help but look at him when he heard this. He thought to himself, "You really don't know how to talk. No wonder you offended someone.

He was just thinking about it.

Those people knew they weren't a match for Xue Feng, so they looked at him, who had come with Xue Feng.

A few meters to the left, a young man leaned against his car door, his right hand holding a beautiful woman with dyed hair said flirtatiously,

"Bro, you play with cars too?"

"A little bit."

Mo Nan said with a reserved smile.

The young man looked at Mo Nan and laughed.

"Playing is just playing. It doesn't matter. Everyone is not a professional racer."

"Since you can stand up to Young Master Xue, you must be one of the young masters of Modu, right?" The man looked at Mo Nan, who was dressed like a street vendor.

"How about we run one round, just like what Young Master Xue said just now. As per the old rules, one million per round, you won't be able to afford it, right?"

"This..."

Mo Nan awkwardly scratched his head, his face full of "embarrassment.

Xue Feng, who was beside him, rolled his eyes without making a sound. He knew in his heart that this guy must have set his eyes on this group of young masters.

He probably wouldn't stop until he plundered all of them.

"I only have over two hundred thousand..."

Mo Nan took out a card from his pocket and said, as if he was scared by the name of one million, but he didn't want to lose face in front of everyone.

"200,000 yuan?"

The yellow-haired man was surprised.

He really did not expect that this pauper who was dressed in street clothes could take out two hundred thousand gambling money.

To be honest, two hundred thousand was already quite a lot to him.

The eyes of the young man with dyed hair immediately flashed with heat. Seeing Mo Nan's hesitation, he smiled without batting an eyelid or even with good intentions.

"Look at how scared you are. We don't know how to eat people. Let's just play around."

"How about this? If you lose, these two hundred thousand yuan will be treated as treating the brothers here to supper. If I lose, there will be one million yuan in this card. It will belong to you!"

"Ah!"

Mo Nan widened his eyes in surprise.

However, he still hesitated and did not agree.

When the young man saw that he was not fooled, he immediately gave his friends around him a look.

Those people who were not doing this kind of thing immediately picked up their pockets and urged:

"Just treat it as a bonus, I have a hundred thousand here..."

"I have three hundred thousand..."

"I have..."

In the blink of an eye, he had accumulated three million.

Mo Nan could not help but widen his eyes. This time, he was really shocked. He thought in his heart, it was indeed easy to earn money from this group of silly brats!

He was thinking about whether there was still room for him to unearth his potential.

Xue Feng at the side stuck his head out and said in a low voice, "Don't lift a stone and smash your own feet. These people are not as rich as you think. If you hesitate any more, they will feel that there is no hope."

How could this be!?

He was deeply afraid that the duck in his hands would fly again. Mo Nan immediately nodded and gritted his teeth. "Alright, I'll treat you to supper."

"That's right."

The guy with dyed hair smiled. He walked over and wanted to take the bank card from Mo Nan's hand, but he did not expect Mo Nan to snatch the stack of cards and cheques from him in the blink of an eye.

He just glanced around.

Mo Nan looked at a slightly older person. He was wearing a vest and earrings. He was a muscular man.

"You're the boss, right?"

"I'll leave the money with you first. After winning, we'll split it according to the rules. Twenty eight points."

At this moment, he no longer pretended and said skillfully.

The so-called boss was similar to the person who opened the market. It was mainly to prevent people from admitting defeat after losing.

"You..."

The man did not expect Mo Nan to find him directly. He was stunned for a moment before nodding his head. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Good job, kid. You did well. Zihao and the others were obviously tricked by you..."

The rich second-generation men who had just paid were also stunned. They were already fish on the chopping board for Mo Nan, but they did not expect that their group would be treated as prey by Mo Nan a long time ago.

Their expressions were very ugly.

"Brat, you have guts!"

When Mo Nan walked back, the young man with dyed hair had a cold expression. "I will remember you! Don't think that you can win just because you're a little smart. Playing with cars, the key is still strength. "

"There's no need for you to worry."

Mo Nan rolled his eyes. The reason why he asked his boss to collect money just now was mainly because he had nothing to do. Who knew if those checks and cards were really rich.

Now that he had settled all these, he could not be bothered to pretend anymore. He just sneered and said,

"Besides, I don't need you to worry about whether I won or not. Why don't you let your girlfriend try?"

Mo Nan said and raised his eyebrows at the girl in the young man's arms.

The young man was very popular.2

However, the girl in his arms was obviously not a kind person. She turned around and winked at Mo Nan, looking eager to give it a try.

"Tsk."

Seeing this scene, Mo Nan could not help but look at the former with sympathy. He muttered softly, "Your hair is really green!"

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