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At this moment, up in the stands.
Yun Shan was holding a pair of binoculars, constantly monitoring the weather, "Young Master, it's getting foggy; today's race is going to be tough."
In this kind of weather, not to mention the drivers, even the navigators would have their judgment impaired.
After observing for a while, Yun Shan couldn't help but curse, "Fuck, Young Master, the XS team has no shame—they are actually gunning for Miss Ying and Miss Xiu's lives."
On the track, suddenly, six cars increased their speed, disregarding the upcoming deadly curve ahead and chased after the car with Xiu Yu and Ying Zijin inside.
"Bang!"
Several cars collided, making a loud screeching noise.
The speed was so great that even the air seemed to vibrate.
But this scene only served to excite Patriarch Manson, "Good! A struggle is just what we need!"
Xiu Yu naturally noticed the XS team's attack, "Is it them?"