In the middle of the night in England, on a highway, a row of cars was racing by. They were marked with the same color. Going at extreme speeds, making perfect turns. The sound of tires rubbing against the ground was accompanied by screeches. In the quiet night, it was like a sad song.
"Chris, should we lower our speed? Otherwise, the little monkeys behind us will think we are ghosts." In the black Ferrari at the front, a blond youth with blue eyes said to the person on the other side of the intercom with a laugh.
"Gerry, I don't think there's a need for us to participate in the third quarter. These people are just second-tier." A mocking voice came from the intercom. "They can't even touch the lion's tail. How dare they challenge us in public?"
"Ellison, go and contact the Geriba team. Only they can be called our opponents."
"Yeah, Geriba's Richard's popularity is rising now. Someone says he will be the future Car God."
