The two people started exerting their strength, overtaking each other.
Soon, each could see the other's intention.
Chen Piaopiao Laughingly said, "Wenjun, speed up more. Liao Bing has overtaken us again, that kid wants us to be the last ones."
"Dream on, he's dreaming. We will absolutely not be the last." Zhang Wenjun yelled as he pressed on the accelerator.
He thought about the last one having to carry so many mountain climbing bags, it numbed his mind.
He quickly accelerated!
Soon, they had overtaken Liao Bing again.
Seeing this, Liao Bing couldn't help but slap the steering wheel and said, "Damn it, Zhang Wenjun, this grandson, wants us to be the last ones."
"He's dreaming. I've driven tanks at the War Department for a while. Competing in driving with me, Zhang Wenjun, you bookworm, are you my match?"
Saying this, he stepped hard on the accelerator and overtook on a curve.
"Ah..." Liao Qing sitting in the co-pilot seat, and that other woman in the back, both screamed.
