A Bentley rushed down the hill, took a stylish swerve, and passed the finish line amidst everyone's astonished gazes.
Zhang Xian crawled out of the car after pushing open the door. He lit a cigarette and leisurely smoked as he sat on the hood of the car, ignoring all the stunned glances around him.
Fu Meiting also got out of the car after calming her nerves inside the car.
"How is this possible?"
"It's an illusion, it must be an illusion."
"Am I dreaming? But why am I not the protagonist?"
Panlong Mountain's summit fell into silence, save for the rustling sound of wind blowing through leaves. The scene before the crowd's eyes was so unbelievable it felt like they were in a dream.
A young chap driving a common Bentley, who managed to break the record set by the "Car God" Xiao Ze, and even surpassed it by more than thirty seconds? Had they been living their lives in vain before this? Weren't there many experts who came to Panlong Mountain before?
"Vroom..."
