Nowadays, even a mafia boss was afraid of the small thieves. Car thieves were on the lower rung of the criminal ladder, and their targets were oftentimes random; they would not even meet their targets, so there was no chance for them to know they had robbed Yao Zhixing. Plus, they might not even have known who Yao Zhixing was.
In any case, the man was unlucky. Obviously, Yao Zhixing could not visit all the mechanics and workshops in San Lin City to identify his missing steering wheel.
The much-anticipated race thus ended. Little Brother Yuan missed his opportunity of sitting inside his idol's car and had tears in his eyes when Ye Shuang dropped him home.
"In a few days, I will send you the letter of recommendation." Before parting, Yao Zhixing grumbled with a darkened face, "Now, I'll need to haul my car to the workshop. Just leave me your contact number."
