Daniel thought of the gory limbs and shivered, "…."
Though repulsed by the bloody gift, thinking of Baxter's disgusting demeanor previously, he felt somewhat satisfied.
"I have to handle my withdrawal first." Time was nearly up, and conducting an emergency car inspection was clearly no longer an option. Daniel gave it some thought and decided not to risk his life on such a trivial race—it just wasn't worth it.
After giving a brief nod to Jian Qing, Daniel left to join his team.
At that moment, the racetrack's loudspeaker blared into life and Baxter's voice emanated from it. He briefly mentioned the bet he was making with Jian Qing without specifying what it involved.
Since Baxter was speaking in Chinese, everyone present could understand. Everyone, incredulously, turned to look at Jian Qing, who was making her way back to the VIP seats.
"How could it be possible? She looks even younger than me; how can she be racing against Baxter?"
