"Of course it's interesting." Baxter laughed heartily, his gaze turned sinister as he looked at Jian Qing, "What about you, dare or not?"
Jian Qing curved the corners of her lips into a faint smile, "The true essence of a race lies in the stakes, otherwise, it wouldn't be fun."
Baxter questioned her, "What stakes?"
He took the bait!
Jian Qing's dark eyes shone with a startlingly chilling light, her voice steady, "Race me, if you lose—you cripple your own hands."
Her airs were light, but the stakes she set were profoundly bloody, causing both Daniel and Baxter to reel in shock.
To a racer, his hands meant everything, it goes without saying. Should Baxter lose and his hands become ruined, he would be reduced to a good-for-nothing, thoroughly banished from the racing industry.
"Jian, you…" Daniel tried to stop Jian Qing, after all, this personal grudge was between him and Baxter. It didn't need to involve her.
