Like a black horse, the black Ferrari slid in a beautiful arc in the air and flew over Zheng Lingkun's colorful Ferrari.

Then, he landed steadily on the ground, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away from sight.

Zheng Lingkun: “…”

At the foot of the mountain, everyone had been talking on the intercom for a long time, but there was no response from Zheng Lingkun.

"The result of this game should be a foregone conclusion, right?"

"There's definitely no suspense. Young Master Xie has already lost a round, and he's always been defeated by Young Master Zheng, right?"

"But the beauty that Master Xie found is so cool! If she loses, she'll ask Master Zheng to call Master Xie dad. It seems like she's very confident that she'll win!"

"Who doesn't know how to say something cruel?"

"... Could it be that Young Master Zheng really lost? Otherwise, the channel would have been bustling with activity by now. How could there be no movement at all, leaving us guessing here?"

“…”

With just one word, the scene fell into deathly silence.

Zheng Lingkun is the seeded player of the TS team.

He is also the strongest racing driver in TS besides those racing bosses.

He likes to bring people here to race, and he has never lost in such a long time.

As long as he is there, the channel is almost never quiet.

When has it ever happened like this, with arrogant laughter in the first half and silence in the second half? This is... too abnormal!

If Zheng Shao really loses, does he really have to call Xie Chenmin "Dad"?

Calling dad is no big deal.

This is a huge loss of face in the capital's racing circle, right?

Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to call Zheng Shao on the channel.

Before they could figure out what to do, they heard the sound of a motor coming closer and closer.

They all turned their heads and saw the black shadow under the dim light in the distance.

Did Zheng Shao really...lose? It was a cold day, and a layer of white sweat appeared on his back.

As the cold wind blew, sneezing and shivering sounds came one after another.

The next moment, a black Ferrari whizzed past, squeaked, and stopped steadily next to the dark green Phaeton.

The group of people in front of him all took a step back.

It was as if she was a female Rakshasa who appeared from nowhere.

In the silence, the car babe who had just waved the small flag asked in a low voice: "Beauty, who won between you and Zheng Shao?"

Looking back, Ye Wan walked towards his Phaeton coldly.

Without even turning his head, he replied, "Remember to remind you, Master Zheng, that I don't want his car anymore. But I still remember him calling me dad. Remember to call me that in front of me next time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Phaeton roared away.

Everyone was stunned.

Really lost? Turning back to look at Xie Chenmin, he saw the young man sitting in the driver's seat with a grim look on his face.

There was pride in his eyes and a smile on his lips that he couldn't suppress, but his expression was still calm and cold.

The car windows were wide open and the words "I want to fly higher" echoed clearly in the night.

Everyone: “…”

A few minutes later, the whistling sound approached.

When Zheng Lingkun got out of the car, he slammed the door shut, his face so dark that water looked like it could drip out.

"Where are the people?"

“Let’s go…let’s go!”

"Did you say anything?"

“…”

No one dared to convey Ye Wan's arrogant words to Zheng Lingkun, but Zheng Lingkun had already guessed it.

Looking fiercely at the car taillights that had turned into two pairs of small red dots in the distance, Zheng Lingkun took out his cell phone and made a call.

He wanted to see when such a great figure would emerge in the imperial capital's racing circle!

Do you think that you are qualified to honor Xie Chenmin just because you are close to him? You are courting death!!!

(End of this chapter)