Jian Qing made a U-turn, the car tires grinding against the rough ground, creating a "squeak" noise that was rather harsh on the ears.
Through the car mirror, Jian Qing watched Baxter's disheveled state, a playful smirk gracing her lips as she waved her hand at him.
"Catch you later, Baxter!"
After finishing her sentence, Jian Qing stepped on the accelerator. Her black-purple car, like a victorious monarch, sped off towards the finish line at its own pace.
Compared to her, Baxter seemed to have experienced a rather brutal defeat.
Watching the receding silhouette of the car, Baxter's face darkened, his hand slamming against the steering wheel.
Damn it!
His defeat shocked everyone, leaving them speechless for quite some time.
Only when the black-purple car crossed the finish line, and its driver, an imposing femme fatale, stepped out and seized the black flag of victory, did the spectators finally come to their senses.
