Only half a lap left.
Gu Danyu glanced at her rearview mirror, one hand resting on the steering wheel, lips slightly curved upwards.
The red sports car suddenly made a sharp turn, reversing direction, and lightly brushed past the car behind, sparking a blinding shower of sparks.
Immediately after, she reversed quickly, her delicate wrist making a gentle turn, flooring the accelerator, and within the blink of an eye, she widened the distance between her and Seventh Master.
The venue was silent for two seconds before erupting into screams.
"Damn, that technique was too awesome."
"I was scared stiff just now, my god, what did I just see."
"Ahhh, Miss is so cool!"
As the crowd boiled with excitement, an inconspicuous sports car was quietly taking a shortcut, approaching the racetrack.
Zheng Qing licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, pushing the speed to its maximum.
