Michael said confidently, "Don't worry. I'm a professional. Even if the car is not as good as his, it's easy for me to overtake him."
Professional?
"You used to be a racing driver?"
Hershel looked at Michael in surprise.
If that was the case, then it was possible for Michael to rely on a BMW 3 series to cross the line.
Michael shook his head and said, "What are you thinking? How can I be a racing driver? When I was short of money, I worked as a part-time driver for more than a year!"
A part-time driver. Who do you think you are to call yourself a professional?
Hershel rolled his eyes and was about to complain, but Michael slammed the accelerator and the BMW suddenly rushed out, which scared him so much that he almost screamed again.
Before he could react, he saw that under Michael's control, the BMW was like a flexible snake, passing the Lamborghini supercar in the blink of an eye and leaving it behind!
"This..."