Half an hour later, Zhang Fan and others arrived at the winding mountain road.
There was an old factory abandoned for a long time, and just below it, a vast field of weeds that had been turned into a racetrack. It was for this reason that it had become the gathering place for the street racing gang.
On weekends, this place served as the headquarters for the speed demons.
Surrounding the area, all sorts of modified cars were parked, with more than ten vehicles speeding along on both sides.
Kicking up bursts of sand and dirt!
A few cars were being adjusted.
The humming sound of engines made Zhang Fan's blood boil as well.
Yi Bing smirked with a saucy air and shouted, "Out of the way, riff-raff, I'm going racing."
Instantly, a crowd turned their heads this way.
When Ye Yanran and Weng Shuang appeared in front of the crowd, a wolf-like howl immediately thundered through the air.
"Damn, top grade!"
"Tsk tsk, she looks unfamiliar, where is this chick from?"
