Chapter 41 Rapid Racing_1

"What kind of driver did Nie Wenling find? He was four or five seconds slower to start than others. What's the point of competing?"

The group of young masters and sons were all talking with surprised faces.

"Lu Qing, I think this time you will definitely take the beauty home."

A young man said to Lu Qing with a smile.

Lu Qing, however, had a smug smile at the corner of his mouth, feeling somewhat excited inside.

"Alright, let's all go in and watch the race."

At this moment, the group walked into the clubhouse and gathered in the hall to watch the situation on the screen.

Meanwhile, in a room of the clubhouse, a young man wearing a black shirt was intently looking at a monitor in front of him, which displayed the race situation on Qifeng Mountain's track. An old man with grey hair, wearing a grey long robe, stood by his side.

"Young Master, are you interested in this Che Taixian?"

The old man asked the young man indifferently.