The first man to walk out of the silver-colored car looked like a wealthy young master. Walking beside him was a voluptuous, tall and beautiful woman.
The wealthy young master whistled haughtily as a form of provocation. "Wow, isn't this the Son of the Wind, the future pride of the F1 arena? Out for a spin with your chick? Am I disturbing?"
A young fellow with sand-colored hair who stood behind him snorted loudly. "What Son of the Wind? Brother Nan, you always defeat him! He has never won before!"
Another man mocked him loudly. "I reckon his lousy car fleet is about to get dissolved soon!"
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This remark had succeeded in riling Pei Yutang up. He immediately exploded with fury. "Song Yaonan! My fleet will not be dissolved even if you get knocked down and shattered to pieces!"
Song Yaonan quipped casually, "Yeah, you shouldn't dissolve your fleet. If you do, who would take the last place?"
"Ha ha ha!" They all roared with laughter.
