"Stop talking." God Z frowned and said, "If you'd checked and investigated the opponents beforehand, we wouldn't be in this situation. Pei Yutang, I'm telling you, there is no way we will win."
"Pei Yutang, you got all of us in trouble!" A ZH1 team member yelled angrily.
No one would be willing to take part in a competition that they were bound to lose. Especially when there was such a huge obvious difference between the two teams' levels and skills.
"Then what should we do? Don't back down!" Pei Yutang's forehead was perspiring, as Song Yaonan had made a bet with him regarding the result of this race. This outcome would determine his fate, so there was no way he could lose.
Whoever lost the bet would have to disband his car fleet and crawl under the other party's legs. If he really lost this bet, it might be more merciful to die on the spot.
"Air Commander isn't here today. Perhaps we won't suffer a terrible defeat." God Z looked solemn and glum.
