There was a great magician among Lab's ancestors. He didn't know how great he was, but he was definitely a very powerful person. He made a family heirloom - the Eye of Reconnaissance, which could display strength (actually connection level) with colors. To this day, he has not seen anyone whose strength cannot be displayed. Even the Pope can be displayed, but... Lab leaned against the tree trunk and recalled.
The Pope's color was yellow, similar to his own, but his captain of the guards was actually dark purple. It was the first time he had seen such exaggerated strength. As a mountain-lord interceptor, he couldn't help but sigh at the decline of official power.
"Boss! Boss!" Another little brat disturbed his nap. Although Labu couldn't sleep at this time, he had heard those young masters say it twice when he went to the city before. He thought it was a good thing. He must take good care of his health and live a long life. Then he could make a lot of money and return to the village to marry a wife.
Just as he was imagining his future wife having some long-lost wealthy relative, Little Brother A rushed over desperately: "Boss! Huh, hh, boss!"
"What are you doing? Are you calling for souls? I'm here, if you have to fart, do it now!"
Boss, there's a carriage coming down the mountain. It's drifting around the corner and is almost catching up to you!"
Hey! Labu's expression changed. He knew exactly how many experienced drivers there were in this area within a hundred miles. This guy had given him a hard time last time at Heigada Mountain, and now he was showing off at the gate of his mountain. Did he really think I, Heishan Twenty-three, was a coward?
"Last time doesn't count, let's practice a few more times!" He quickly ordered his men to arrange his car, vowing to make sure that this time the man wouldn't even be able to see the dust from his car's tail!
The fact that Labu was able to occupy the mountain here showed that he had some skills. First, the villagers loved to take the taxi he developed. Second, he often sent people to the jail to improve the sheriff's score. Third, he took the unemployed young people nearby for vocational training.
As time went by, the business was not only busy but the workload seemed to be increasing. The number of his subordinates also increased from a dozen people at the beginning to a super scale of more than 2,000 people. In this area, he Lab said that he was the largest gangster, and there must be no second. If there was a second, he would go to the sheriff to report them!
"I modified your car a while ago. Are you satisfied with it?"
The carriage in front of Labou had tires wrapped in crocodile skin, shock absorbers made of unknown principles at a high price, luxurious, low-key and meaningful tiger skin paving, and a vomit bag made of some animal's viscera. The two horses looked ordinary on the surface, but they were actually the sheriff's. They were Labou's reward for his hard work over the years and were said to be good horses given by the Pope.
"Last time, I didn't bring them with me because I was afraid the long journey would damage my good horses. Otherwise, I would have to be the driving god. Lab, let's be the driving god. Okay, enough nagging, driver, get in the car, let's go!"
Rab seemed to feel his eyes ignite with fire: "This is a fateful duel!"
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Chen Jing looked at the man in a suit driving the carriage and asked, "Hey, are we taking a detour?"
"Really?" The voice was surprisingly young.
Chen Jing became suspicious: "I just asked just in case. You, the driver, don't even know if you took a detour?"
He shrugged. "If you don't want to go around, just kill me."
"Okay, I will." Irelia said lazily. Although she said this, she actually had no intention of really taking over this hard work.
The man breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't worry, I promise you two, I will definitely get you to your destination on time. We just have to stop at a place and compete with someone on the way."
"How fast can this rotten car go?"
Suddenly, the air became quiet.
The man fastened his clothes tightly: "You actually doubt my driving skills!?" His tone was completely different from before.
Chen Jing's pupils shrank. Could it be that his connection ability was related to speed?
"Horse! Run!!"
The speed increased to fifty kilometers, and the wind was so strong that it wanted to blow against Chen Jing's cheeks, but Shamils blocked it. Then he saw the circle of ice around Irelia.
Is this guy going to self-isolate?
"Wakaka! Is it fast? Are you scared?!"
Chen Jing had a cold face, and Irelia's ice wall blocked his view.
The driver felt a huge shock in an instant.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" Chen Jing shouted in a coaxing tone.
"Bastard! Let's fight to the death! If I win, I will be the God of Driving!" A man in bearskin pajamas shouted and rushed out from the side of the road in a strange carriage.
"Wow wow wow wow wow! What the hell do you have!?" Chen Jing exclaimed. What on earth did Li He do to these humans? Why did such a strange creature appear?
The man in bearskin pajamas had muscles that were about to burst, and there was a big knife behind the car. He looked very tough, but I don’t know if he was mentally stimulated by something, he kept shouting that he wanted to compete with the driver in driving skills.
The driver enthusiastically agreed, and they began their fateful duel at a speed of 40 to 50 kilometers per hour.
Irelia even started shaping ice cubes.
"This is my sister, this is my brother, and this is... me!"
Of the three sculptures frozen on the car board in front of her, only Irelia herself could tell that it was her; the other two were very abstract and postmodern.
"What, not like?" Irelia's eyes became sharp. From Chen Jing's direction, her whole face was covered with gloom.
"No, no, no, it's the most similar." Chen Jing said sincerely. The sculpture of Joel she carved looked very young, and they probably hadn't seen each other for a long time.
The duel between the driver and the bear-skinned man was long and boring, and Chen Jing even suggested that they play Gomoku. Suddenly, the carriage stopped.
Chen Jing popped his head out and saw a black dragon on the ground in front of him.
"Hey?" Dragon?
Chen Jing looked again and saw that it was Nidhogg.
"Hey, Nidhogg, what are you doing?"
Nidhogg raised his head dejectedly: "Chen Jing, wuwuwu, they bullied me!" He used ancient language.
Chen Jing jumped out of the car, ran to Nidhogg, and patted her on the head: "It's okay, I'll help you scold them when we get back." He also used the Samils translator.
"That's right, I just wanted to steal some of Jiang Lieshan's fruit, and then Shabu beat me up, saying that I was disrespecting the fruits of others' labor by eating them. I said that it doesn't matter who eats it, and if I eat anything, it's a waste. And then, they said I have no sense of taste at all."
Nidhogg's dark dragon face shed reptilian tears. "I do have a tongue, look." A puff of poisonous mist nearly sprayed Chen Jing in the face.
She stuck out her purple-black tongue, wiggled it, then retracted it. She continued, "Then I said I was going to come out and argue with you. It's all in the book, 'If you have a tongue, you have a sense of taste,' and I clearly have it!"
"What does the fruit taste like?"
"I ate too fast and couldn't taste it."
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