James Blythe's race car was a modified Ferrari 458.
Norris Moore loosened up his fingers on the track and warmed up for a while before opening the car door and getting in.
In the audience, an elegant-looking man focused his eyes on the black Ferrari 458 on the track.
He had a cigarette between his fingers, the smoky haze surrounding his brow and eyes, further emphasizing his deep and mysterious gaze.
A gunshot rang out.
The race track was filled once again with the thunderous roar of the engines. The black Ferrari 458 was lightning-fast, leading from the start.
"Damn!"
James Blythe, who had been watching the race casually, cursed under his breath and stood up in disbelief. His Ferrari was at the front of the pack with Norris at the wheel, leaving several cars behind.
