Zhang Shaotang, a prodigy from Capital Star in the First Administrative District, glared jealously at the figure leaping like a gorilla in front of him.
Was it really necessary to fight so desperately for first place?
How could he understand that in Mu Fan's eyes, a reduction in his food allowance was unacceptable!
Even second place meant a cut in food!
The ninth lap passed...
Suddenly, Tracy from the Tiger Hunting Team stuck out her tongue and licked her luscious, rosy lips.
Her husky voice, dripping with an unusual allure, filled the air, "Looks like this little brother can sprint to the end. White Wolf, Deer, have my tequila ready for me."
The two men at the pilot and co-pilot seats pouted their lips simultaneously.
"Canary, eight shots of strong tequila, and after that, you won't even know whose bed you end up in, maybe even ours, right, Wolf? Hahaha, uh."