"What the f*ck! What did I just see?"
"F*ck, he can even drift with a 100,000 yuan Civic!"
"Damn it, Xiaoyu's bra is about to be flung away."
Even though they had already passed the bend smoothly, Sun Qian, who was sitting in the back row, still felt a lingering fear.
She didn't know if Zhang Xiaoyu's bra had flown away, but she felt that she herself was going to be flung away soon.
"The tyres are still a little lacking. If it was a fully heated tyre, the turn would probably have been smoother," Lin Yi said lightly.
Zhang Yelei was still in a daze, feeling as if his soul was about to leave his body.
Who was this masked man?
A professional racer?
The owner of the CT6 behind him was equally dumbfounded.
What the hell was going on?
What the f*ck? Was he using a Type-R to fool people?
After a few turns, the owner of the CT6 car was nowhere to be seen.
