The impassioned music sounded in the arena, directly mobilizing the emotions of the audience.
Every driver's car was also ready.
Murong Qiao sat at the front. One could see at a glance that there was a fiery red car parked at No. 10.
The red color was as dazzling as flames. Even if it stayed there quietly, it couldn't help but guide the owner of the gaze to notice its existence.
This color reminded Murong Qiao of when she met Tang Huai.
"The competition officially begins!"
As the signal sounded, almost in an instant, racing cars rushed out one after another.
The rules of the competition were that the first place in the finals would win this championship.
Murong Qiao didn't understand the crux of racing, but she could tell that at the beginning, the fiery red color was at a disadvantage.
