"Are all these racing cars yours?" Hai Tang was a little surprised.
"Of course!" Hai Yuan answered quickly. The racing club behind the Dharma Cultivator is very rich. He's one of the racers who invested the most money this year!"
"Actually, they were all sponsored by others," said Dharma Xiu with a humble smile.
"After all, car racing is the most popular sport in the country. It's only right." Hai Tang nodded.
Hai Tang didn't understand racing, but she could understand the beauty of mechanical assembly. Thus, she admired each racing car very seriously and took notes from time to time like a primary school student visiting a museum.
Walking to the front, Hai Tang saw a strange-looking lump of iron. She stopped to examine it carefully and was surprised to find that it was a racing car that had been wrecked.
There was also a pile of parts taken from the wreckage of the racing car on the ground.
