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Chapter 144 Gamblers Deserve to Die

Ling Luxian smiled. Since Rebecca wanted to win, let her win. Sorry, Falco, the next method will be a bit dishonorable.

Ling Lu got into Falco's car and made the Chevrolet Emperor apply emergency brakes.

Soon, Falco found that he could no longer control the car and it stalled on the side of the road.

Mann asked in confusion: "Why did it suddenly shut down?"

Then I saw Ling Luxian galloping past.

"Oh, it looks like our boss is playing some dirty tricks." Mann said jokingly.

In fact, it can’t be considered a shady trick. Street racing has no rules, and the right thing to do is to use all means to reach the finish line.

Others could just drive a big bomb and blast their way through like Ling Luxian did.

Mann was just teasing Ling Luxian at this time, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with Ling Luxian.

Falco shook his head, "I'm afraid it's that little Rebecca."

Mann stroked his chin and said, "That's true. That little guy is the most competitive."

"Then we can only give them the victory." Falco said with a helpless smile.

When saying this, Falco was still somewhat unwilling, as he didn't want his strengths to be surpassed by others.

There was nothing he could do, as it was allowed by the rules, so he had no choice but to accept it.

The car restarted quickly. He couldn't take first place, but he couldn't give up the second place to someone else either.

When Falco reached the finish line, Rebecca was already waiting for them.

"Hehe, you didn't expect that, Falco? We are the champions! You are not allowed to show off anymore."

Falco smiled helplessly. He didn't expect that his unintentional act was still remembered by the little guy.

Falco pinched her face and said, "Okay, okay, you guys are the champions. I will never show off again."

Ling Luxian came over and talked to Falco for a while.

"Falco, what made you want to participate in the car race?"

Falco shrugged. "You all made money, but I didn't. I'm just jealous."

"hey-hey."

Ling Luxian laughed awkwardly twice. This was indeed not a fair thing for him to do.

However, in the first two missions, Falco's skills were not used. Falco's strength is driving, and we can't let him go into battle with a gun, right? That would be a waste.

Falco smiled and said, "Just kidding, I'm used to this situation."

Then he looked up at Mann, only to see Mann whistling and looking around, pretending it had nothing to do with him.

Originally, pure mercenaries who were drivers were not popular in the market. For this, Falco had to thank Mann, who did not despise his fighting ability and allowed him to join the team.

In fact, Falco is already in semi-retirement. If he wants to make money, as a world-class driver, wouldn't it be better for him to continue participating in the competition? Why did he come to Night City and be a miserable mercenary?

As a special guest in this street racing competition, the organizer gave him a lot of appearance fee. If he wants to make a living, as a world-class former professional racer, he can survive anyway.

Not to mention, Falco has a large farm to inherit in Germany. He is a real rich second generation. If he doesn't do well in his career, he will have to go home to inherit the family business.

(Germany referred to it as the Republic of Texas, the new United States called it the Free State of Texas)

If he were back in Germany, Falco could buy a hundred Manns to pick cotton.

I am a mercenary now just for the sake of novelty, and then I met such a good boss like Mann, so I continued to do it.

After hearing what Falco said, Ling Luxian couldn't be so stingy, and immediately said, "Next time if there is another commission with a good reward, I will definitely call you."

Falco waved his hands and said, "Don't do that. I know my own abilities. If you call me over, I'll be very grateful if I don't hold you back. If you have a suitable commission in the future, it won't be too late to call me. I don't need that little money."

Pretty!

Ling Luxian had always used this sentence to show off in the past, but now that someone has used it on him, he really can't stand it.

Ling Lu bit the corner of his mouth and said, "Haha, then let's do as you say."

After chatting with Falco, they went their separate ways. After all, Ling Luxian didn't want to show off for others by offering red-hot materials, even though he had more capital to show off than Falco.

And as a partner, he can't pretend to be someone else, that would be a bit annoying.

He now understood why Rebecca hated Falco so much. This old man, at such an old age, how could he not understand the ways of the world?

In order to make the victory less easy, Ling Luxian drove the Gudra over specially.

The organizers were relieved to see that he didn't cause any trouble and drove the armored vehicle out.

After all, the finals venue is in the city center, and if there is a gunshot there, it will be a big deal. No matter how many heads the organizers have, they are not enough for the NCPD to chop off.

And because it is in the city center, other drivers are not so rampant anymore. After all, if you kill a passerby here, the police will come to arrest you.

The drivers were relieved when they saw Ling Luxian's car. They were really afraid that this guy would ignore them and send them to the sky. The last rally had scared them.

But looking at Ling Luxian's Gudela, the purple paint, I wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. How could a man drive a car of this color?

It wasn't until I saw Rebecca's light blue skin and purple-red tattoos that I suddenly understood.

Mann saw the two of them and walked over. "I say, your car is too fancy, isn't it?!"

Ling Luxian retorted without showing any weakness, "You're still talking about me, but your car isn't much better."

The car Falco drove this time was MAN's Quadra Type 66. Not to mention its bright pink color, it was an eye-catching presence.

If you think about it carefully, you will know that the paint color of the car was definitely not chosen by Mann himself.

Ling Luxian and Mann looked at each other and laughed.

After chatting for a while, Ling Luxian saw Dean Russell.

"Wait a moment, I'll go find someone." Ling Luxian said with a frown.

Mann was still confused, but when he saw that Ling Luxian was indeed in trouble, he let him go and returned to the car.

Walking to Dean Russell's side, Ling Luxian looked at him. He wasn't that handsome, so how could he have made Claire so bewitched?

Dean Russell saw Ling Luxian staring at him. That corrosive look made him feel uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I know you?"

Ling Luxian nodded secretly. His conversation was okay. Most people would have gotten angry if they saw others had bad intentions towards him.

It is also possible that Dean Russell is hiding his true colors well enough and is a hypocritical guy.

"We got to know each other quickly." Ling Luxian took out a stack of IOUs from his pocket and waved them in his hand.

Dean Russell's pupils suddenly shrank when he saw the IOU in Ling Luxian's hand.

As expected, this bastard owed more than just that little money. He owed almost 50,000 or 60,000 yuan. This gambler really deserved to die.