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Han Rui scratched its two ears and trampled over it for a while, then put it back on the floor. Then, he stood up from the sofa and lightly kicked its small body with his big feet: ”Go play by yourself, your dad isn't in a good mood and won't have time to accompany you. Seriously, your wife hasn't been coaxed yet, there's another dog girl here.”
He took out the famous key that he hadn't taken out for a long time from the tea table and walked out of his house. Perhaps it was only by running around the wide road that he could dispel his annoyance.
The white Lambom in the night sky left a perfect arc in the air and disappeared into the city's noisy street. As it drove through the deserted suburbs, the dazzling sports car began to go crazy, and the loud roar of the engine resounded through the night.
Many years ago, there was a developer that contracted here and wanted to build a new building. However, due to the collapse of the capital chain, they had no choice but to terminate the construction, thus, this place became a famous ghost city, with no one in sight.
Because of the city's speed limit, coupled with the fact that driving was dangerous, this quiet place had become a paradise for riders in recent years. Perhaps it was because he came out earlier today, so there wasn't a single car on the road. He brazenly ran through the wide streets, the loudspeakers honking loudly in the sky. The strong feeling of frustration in his heart was relieved at this moment.
No one would have thought that the CEO who looked so serious on the surface was actually a car driver and was extremely skilled. In Han Qizheng's words, he was a wild man in his heart, only covered up by his refined appearance.
After a few crazy laps on the road, he parked the car by the side of the road and smoked. It had been a long time since he had a smoke before meeting Xu Muyun again; all his worries were mixed together. He smoked more and more, sometimes not even one pack a day.
At 11 o'clock at night, cars started to enter the originally quiet suburban highway. Han Rui, who was immersed in pain, didn't hear the ear-piercing honk of a horn at all from behind.
Most of those who were able to come here to race around were rich second generations, and the cheapest among them was a million jump. The people who drove the cars were all very excited, and they came here to compete with each other to see who was better. They didn't have any real friends between them, so they all treated each other as rivals.
Although their cars were also very famous, compared to the $1,000,000 Lamborghini that Han Rui started off with, they were simply too weak. The people who were racing cars cared the most about whose car was better and whose car had superior performance. Han Rui's car was parked in the middle of the street. This was the biggest provocation to them.
A young child from a wealthy family, who was still an underage, ran in his Ferrari and ran out like a wisp of smoke, then crashed into the back of Han Rui's car.
Han Rui, who was caught off guard, hit his head on the steering wheel due to the inertia. Blood immediately flowed down his face and he fainted in the car. Behind him, a frantic whistle sounded, while cars crazily flew around him.
When they opened the car door and saw him lying on the steering wheel with his face covered in blood, they were extremely scared. Some of them hurriedly drove away, while the rest of them still had some conscience, so they dragged Han Rui out of the car and sent him to the hospital.
They were afraid that if they couldn't rescue Han Rui in the end, they would get into trouble. When the doctor walked out from inside, the corridor of the hospital was already empty, so they had no choice but to find his relatives to pay for the hospitalization.