Reborn and Counterattack: The CEO's Powerful Sweetheart

Chapter 1171: Chapter 1170: And You Say You Don’t Love Street Racing

There are many things without answers, requiring a lifetime to explore, so they are not in a hurry.

...

On the other side.

’Whoosh--’

Xia Xi was driving the car in speed mode, racing down the long street, saying, ”Luckily it’s ’91, not many cars. If it were later, sure enough, we’d be stuck!”

”...” Is this the time for a race?!!!

Is now really the time to consider this, clearly they are avoiding the chase behind them, right.

Gu Tong rolled her eyes, glanced at the rear-view mirror, and said, ”We’ve already entered an unmanned area, but they haven’t attacked.”

If they wanted to force them to stop or meant harm, they should’ve been more extreme, yet they’re doing nothing, even trying to overtake.

Xia Xi’s mouth twitched twice, saying, ”Are we encountering the Shoucheng’s Street Racing Gang...”

At first, their speed was too fast, easily catching the attention of the other party, triggering a challenge and urge to overtake???

Damn it!

Gu Tong was about to spit blood, saying, ”Well, the question now is, do you dare to stop?”

”...” No way!

Stopping, what a joke!

If they aren’t a racing gang, they’d be riddled with bullets!

Xia Xi dared not take this risk, thinking about it, she weakly said, ”Uh... is there a way we can test them...”

Test???

Asking her???

Gu Tong was about to smack her, saying, ”This is Shoucheng! Your territory!!!”

Xia Xi said aggrieved, ”The issue is, my driving skills aren’t good enough for racing...”

Implying that Gu Tong’s driving skills are good, hence she likes racing, right???

Gu Tong was on the verge of spitting blood, scouring her mind for strategies, saying, ”There is one way!”

Xia Xi took a turn, asking, ”What way?”

Gu Tong thought for a moment, saying, ”I once interacted with the racing gang during a mission. Among them, there’s an unofficial rule about trophies: if you win against others, you get something as honor! Many street racers hang trophies on their cars as decorations.”

So many rules...

Xia Xi dragged an ”oh” and said, ”You say you don’t love racing, yet you know the rules so well, ouch... you hit my head again!!!”

I’ve told you, hitting the head makes you dumb!

How is this still not over!

Gu Tong withdrew her fist, apologetic, ”Sorry, you’re really asking for it, I couldn’t help myself.”

The little classmate Xia Xi was inexplicably hit on the head, and became much more docile, saying, ”So, what should we do now?”

Clearly, you’re the one who loves racing and won’t let people talk about it. The cute one is aggrieved, the cute one is unhappy, humph.

Gu Tong pursed her lips, returning to the topic, saying, ”Get a trophy and hang it outside the car window. If they’re street racers, they’ll respond with a trophy of their own, and we can confirm their identity!”

It’s that simple...

Xia Xi widened her eyes and quickly asked, ”Then what do we hang?”

Gu Tong leaned back in her seat, calmly saying, ”Anything will do! As long as it’s car-related, it’s fine!”

It’s merely a formality, nothing too particular, overly complex trophies might not get a response.

The best choice of item is one they must respond to, and holds some meaning.

There’s a lot to learn from this, and it’s not easy to choose.