Wang Xionghui became excited, nearly roaring out loud.
Although he was an amateur driver, his driving skills weren't bad either. At this death curve, if it were him, he would definitely slow down to the lowest speed.
Drifting, he could do it, but goddamn, drifting at the moment of landing, what kind of sorcery is that?
At the same time, a group of street racers were thoroughly shocked.
Holy shit, they had been racing for so long, crashing at the death curve numerous times, some even ended up in the hospital for several months.
Fuck, they could actually get through like this!
"666666, Zhang Fan is mighty, this move, worth a hundred rockets!"
"I'll throw in ten."
"I'll do twenty."
Suddenly, Yang Haochen's live streaming room's popularity shot into the top three.
"Damn it, it's this guy again, what the hell, has their live streaming room gone mad?"
"Come on, bros, let's check it out."
