Dawn was gradually falling, and on the coastal highway, the hum of engines surged and fell.
"Go for it, Yanfeng!"
On the rest area, hundreds of young men and women gathered together, cup in hand, drinking and cheering unabatedly.
Next to this group of lively men and women sat cars worth over a million each, engines roaring.
A whopping ten cars!
Not one of them was priced under two million!
Of course, to these men and women gathered here, a two million car was nothing. The real skill lay in modifying a run-of-the-mill two million car into a high-performance vehicle.
So, none of the cars parked here were factory originals. They were modified by experts, most with horsepower of over 450.
Cheng Yanfeng, who they were cheering on, waved his hand nonchalantly, which caused the alcohol-stimulated women behind him to let out even stronger exclamations of surprise.
"Damn, this sucks!" Sun Ye stood in the crowd, sulkily downing a big gulp of wine.
