The few people in the audience in front of the big screen stared at the screen. At this time, the competition had entered the third stage.
The third track was also the most dangerous track. This track had the highest altitude and the weather was the most unpredictable. Especially now that it was cold in spring, it was very likely that there would be light snow.
There were no signs on the track, and it all depended on the driver's intuition.
Back then, Tong Pei and 840 had raced on this part of the track.
Guo Miao held the steering wheel gently and leaned back in her seat. She stared at Hai Lin's car in front of her with a relaxed expression.
Guo Miao had completely mastered 840's style. Compared to the average racer, 840 was indeed strange. He would choose to overtake at places that ordinary people would not prefer so as to disrupt the opponent's rhythm.
840 was just playing psychological warfare.
