At 7 p.m., when Chen Jin and two others arrived at Jinggang, Pei Yan's No. 09 kart had already vanished without a trace.
The head of the venue wiped his sweat and came over, "What got into that ancestor today? He's driving like his life doesn't matter."
The three looked at each other, sensing another night as cold as fifty degrees below zero.
When Pei Yan was in a bad mood, he typically vented his emotions through intense physical activity.
Under the sparse streetlights, the circular racetrack coiled around the quiet mid-mountain like a silvery white snake.
The roaring sound of the kart grew from distant to near, sweeping past the Level -5 suspended tunnel like a gust of wind, and then swiftly zoomed away.
There was half a lap left to reach the bottom floor, also the most hazardous section that no one at Jinggang had ever dared to enter.
Xu Kanfeng furrowed his brows and turned to ask the head of the venue, "Are all the safety measures in place?"