The God of War
Chapter 466
It immediately attracted Mayan curiosity, because it was a long time ago they did not have new members who joined the race team.
"Who's your name? What racing team were you on?" ask Maya.
Not waiting for Thomas to reply, Larry replied coldly, "He is Thomas, and before that he was a doctor!"
"Doctor?"
"Yes, I'm not sure what Mr. Barlow was thinking, allowing an amateur into the team, ck."
But Maya didn't bother him much, so she smiled and said, "You have to hold on, Thomas. Even though you are not a professional, if you train properly, I'm sure you can be on the track someday."
While people were happily eating and chatting, the sounds of horns approached them.
More than a dozen super race cars drove to the training ground and parked there.
These cars, without exception, are all Lamborghini cars!
All the car doors opened, one by one, the burly people got out of the car. They are official teammates, the Lamborghini racing team!
Among them, the first to walk was the state general agent for Lamborghini, Flint Hogan's son: Matthew Hogan.
With a cold face, he walked towards Larry and the others, furious, and shouted, "Where is that bastard Edith Barlow? Get him out!"
It turns out that because her father was in a car accident, she accidentally came to take revenge on Edith.
Maya was upset, and she asked angrily, "Is my father someone you can meet as you please?"
Matthew coldly said, "Don't want to meet me? Then I will beat up people until he comes out! Gentlemen, it's time to kick ass!"
Larry wasn't the one who relented, so he picked up some weapons and shouted for everyone to join him to prepare for the opponent face-to-face.
Maya dumbfounded. 'This is not going to work!'
He shouted, "Stop! We are all racers, not gangsters. Can you all stop fighting all the time?"
Everyone exchanged glances and agreed if it made sense, so they put things in their hands.
"Why are you looking for my father, Matthew?" ask Maya.
"The bastard Edith Barlow just hit my father and broke the leg of one of our teammates, Chad! Shouldn't I hold him accountable for this?"
Larry scoffed. "Oh? Turns out you're not only not good enough, but you're also a loser? When your driving skills weren't very good and you crashed, you came to fight? Looks like the Lamborghini team is nothing more than a bunch of useless people."
The blood vessels on Matthew's forehead are visible.
"Not good enough?"
"Loser?"
He pointed at Larry and said, "Okay, since we are all racers, we will compete in a racer way! Do you have the guts to race with me, Larry Beckett?"
Larry lifted his chin up high arrogantly and said, "Do you think I'm afraid?"
"If I lose, I'll apologize and leave. If you lose, tell that coward Edith Barlow to get out!" Mattew.
"No problem."
"Then follow me."
Matthew and his gang turned around, jumped into their car, and slowly left the training ground. Larry and the others got into their respective cars and followed them.
As for Thomas, he quietly followed them with his grey-black Ferrari 458, trailing behind them.
After about twenty minutes, a formidable group of people arrived at the mountain path path. There were usually not many people on this street, and now night had arrived, so fewer were using the road.
This was the location of their fight.
"This is a circular mountain path, so we start here and come back from the other side. The starting line is also the finish line, who wins first" said Matthew.
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