The rain-soaked road was slightly smooth. Murong Qiao stood at the entrance and could already see the fiery red racing car.
It seemed like they were competing.
Murong Qiao paused for a minute or two before walking forward.
There was a huge screen facing the audience in the air. This allowed people to clearly observe the progress of the competition and the exquisite operations of the contestants.
The fiery red racing car was in the lead. It rushed in front and left the others far behind.
Murong Qiao found a seat in the front row. Although it was outdoors, the audience was not troubled by the rain.
At this moment, the competition was reaching its climax. There were still two rounds to go.
Tang Huai was far in front, his hands firmly holding the wheel. His entire body seemed to have fused with the car, and he was as tense as an arrow that was about to leave the bow.
