Like a black steed galloping across a thousand li, the black Ferrari traced a beautiful arc in the air, soaring over Zheng Lingkun's dazzling Ferrari.
Then it landed steadily on the ground, the accelerator floored, and it raced out of sight.
Zheng Lingkun: "..."
At the foot of the mountain, everyone had been anxiously chattering over the walkie-talkie for quite a while, but there was no response from Zheng Lingkun.
"There's no suspense about the outcome of the race, right?"
"Definitely no suspense. Young Master Xie has already lost one round, and besides, he has always been Young Master Zheng's defeated underling, right?"
"But the beautiful girl Young Master Xie brought with him was so arrogant! If he loses, he has to make Young Master Zheng call Young Master Xie 'Dad.' She seems very confident she will win!"
"Talk is cheap; who can't do that?"