Qie Xieling remained focused in all that screaming. He had always wanted to take him along but Bo Ailun had always slipped away. Unfortunately for Bo Ailun today he wasn't fast enough.
His hands steady on the wheel the roar of the engine echoed through the race track as Qie Xieling pushed the car to its limit. The sleek machine, a marvel of engineering and speed, hugged the asphalt like a predator on the prowl.
As he approached the notorious sharp turn, his hands tightened on the steering wheel. He downshifted, the car's rear fishtailing as he executed a perfect drift. The tyres screeched in protest, leaving a trail of white smoke as they skated on the edge of friction and physics.
Beside him, Bo Ailun finally stopped screaming not because he wasn't afraid. It was because he was just too frightened to make a sound.
