Nangong Bingbing's cold face remained unmoved, she didn't even glance at those two clowns.
Instead, Lin Zifeng pointed at the young man and asked Nangong Bing, "Do you know those two clowns?"
Nangong Bing shook his head without speaking.
"Oh," Lin Zifeng nodded in understanding and ignored the noisy duo.
Seeing that the beauty in the car was ignoring them, one of the tall, skinny youths knocked on the car door and yelled at Lin Zifeng driving, "Hey, you, do you have the guts to race us?"
Lin Zifeng ignored him and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up and casually took a drag.
"..."
Completely ignoring his shouting, the young man frowned in annoyance and said, "Hey! Kid, I'm talking to you."
"Are you talking to me?" Lin Zifeng slowly turned his head and pointed at himself.
Damn! If I'm not asking you, who am I asking? The young man was about to explode in anger.
"Are you interested in a race?"
"Race what?" Lin Zifeng asked with a playful smile.