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It would take some time for him to wear the clothes worn by his best friend, and he would need to use his plans for the future.

At this time, Zhu An was still feeling pleased with himself. He didn't notice the change in the expression in Jiandi's eyes. He was completely engrossed in the question of Nie Fei's disappearance.

Although the pass wasn't as steep as the one from before, the scheme was unexpectedly effective as he killed Nie Fei.

"F * ck, master …" "Where did you go …"

Wang Xiaofei had been paying attention to the live broadcast on the phone. The group chat was now in an uproar. Ever since they had left the mountain pass, the only car left running on the road was the white GTR.

The pink Lamborghini was nowhere to be seen. Plus the news from before they entered the mountain pass, there was a car explosion, but Wang Xiaofei couldn't calm down until he was sure who it was.

Young Master Lin was sitting on a chair in the carriage, his eyes fixed on the screen. Because the signal in the mountain pass wasn't good, he didn't send anyone here to report. Now, everyone had their doubts.

Lin Young Master controlled the remote control in his hand and played the last footage before the mountain pass. He wanted to find some clues from the footage, but to no avail.

Before Nie Fei's car entered the mountain pass, there weren't any problems. On the contrary, the car's speed slightly increased.

It seemed like this pass was a bit fishy. Could it be that guy Zhu An? Thinking of this, Young Master Lin's expression became serious.

"Go, send the nearest person to the mountain pass to take a look."

"Yes, young master."

Hearing the arrangements, his men hurriedly picked up their walkie-talkies to make a call.

These two speakers weren't to vent Nie Fei's displeasure, but rather, they were pre-arranged signals.

When the five Militant Cars heard the pink Lamborghini's signal, they immediately changed their formation. All the Militant Cars lined up horizontally and followed closely behind Nie Fei.

With the cooperation of the container, JianEr almost caught up to Nie Fei, but he was stopped by a fierce vehicle that suddenly changed the queue.

"Fuck, this kid has helpers!"

When Zhu An saw the line of carriages in front of him, he immediately understood. No wonder that brat dared to be so arrogant. It was because he had called for backup.

"Don't worry, the external help we've asked for is no ordinary person."

There was no trace of panic in Goukou's eyes. On the contrary, there was an expression of 'yes' on his face.

Not long after they were stopped, another batch of motorcycles entered the line. This time, there were only three people in the team.

However, in terms of equipment, they were a lot higher than those in the front. They were no longer the random assorted goods. Just by listening to the engine, one could tell that they had been modified to a professional level.

Seeing these guys, Nie Fei also felt a little unhappy in his heart. He never thought that these two guys had such wild connections. How could such a professional person be found?

"Kenji, these people are...?"

Zhu An could hardly believe it. These people were not invited by him, and it seems like they weren't Nie Fei's backup.

Since Kenji Goukou came to this city, he could be said to be inseparable from Zhu An, even if he was looking for women in the same room.

He didn't expect this guy to be so powerful. When did he prepare such a team and didn't inform him?

When he thought here, he started to have doubts towards Jiandi, and a wall rose in his heart. It seemed that he could no longer fool him like he used to.

"These few years, I wasn't just playing racing. There was a period of time when I went to try out this new sport. I met a few different people, and they were quite capable."

Although Kenji didn't say anything, Zhu An had already made a rough guess.

In the past two years, he hadn't completely broken off contact with Goukou. He would occasionally make a phone call and often hear about this guy travelling to another country.

All developed countries, whether they were motorcycles or automobiles, the countries of the first world were always in the lead.

The identities of these three people were easy to guess. They must be the outstanding people who were leading the race's driving circles. This Jianbei must have done some serious work.

Thinking about this, Zhu An became silent. He did not pursue the matter any further. Regarding the story of Kenji, she had no interest in inquiring about him, especially now that he was in a bad mood.

The three motorcycles quickly blended into the caravan, making the whole scene even more grand. Fortunately, the location they chose was rather remote, and because of the lateness of the hour, there was no one on the road. Otherwise, there would definitely be headlines tomorrow.

At the back of the line was Kenji's white GTR at the mouth of the ditch, and in the front row were five wagons advancing side by side.

Nie Fei's coquettish pink Lamborghini was driving in front of the five Militant Cars. He looked like the leader of the group.

Twenty-three motorcycles were distributed around Nie Fei and in front of him. Together with the large truck, they blocked his path.

"These two fellows are simply shameless."

No one knew what Ye Ying had already taken off her helmet and looked around at the messy helpers, her face was as ugly as it could be.

"Oh, now you know how to protect your husband. It's not easy, not easy, I didn't raise you for nothing."

Nie Fei still had a smirking look on his face. He didn't care about these guys at all. Isn't it just some biker gang? Could it be that he's scared now?

Lifting his left hand in the air, he made a signal with his left hand. He turned around and said to Ye Ying, "Prepare to watch a good show. I'll have them eat the dirt in a while."

The car that Li Yangkai was sitting in was right behind Nie Fei. Seeing Nie Fei's signal, he was overjoyed and was finally able to move.

It was too boring to arrange everything in such a formation. He felt like falling asleep, so he picked up the walkie-talkie beside his hand and started directing them.

"This is plan A."

Soon, four of the five Militants began to move forward, leaving one behind to intercept the GTR.

The remaining Mad Warrior slowed down according to the signal it received. He had to slow down the car so that the other four cars wouldn't implement the clean-up plan.

The four wagons were different from ordinary cars, and their tonnage weight was extraordinary as well. Compared to a carbon fiber sports car like Lamborghini, they were much tougher.

The four cars sped up rapidly, converging around Lamborghini and then spreading out to chase away the motorcycles.

The biker biker biker gang was very sensible at this time. They didn't dare to test too close. If they were to collide with each other, they would be the ones sent flying.

The four wagons rolled down their windows at the same time, and the people sitting in the passenger seat carried small balloons filled with flour.