"The car is ready, let's begin," Yi Bing said with a face full of arrogance.
Racing? Ha, he had never been afraid of anyone. Just because someone can drive a tricked-out car around the block they think they can race? What a joke! Today, he was going to show Zhang Fan what a real veteran driver looked like.
The twenty-million bet was as good as won.
"Wait a second," Wang Xionghui suddenly said.
"Wang Xionghui, what do you want? Get lost," a young man by Yi Bing's side barked.
"My bro Fan's fans haven't arrived yet, and besides, who knows if you've tampered with your car? I want to inspect it," Wang Xionghui said.
"Hahaha, him? He has fans? Are you kidding me!" Yi Bing pointed at Zhang Fan, his face full of mockery.
Others joined in, "Tsk tsk tsk, it wouldn't be a bunch of primary school kids, would it?"
"Brother, I really admire you, ya know. Accepting defeat is one thing, but calling people to watch you lose? You've got a broad heart."
