"Bang—" A piercing gunshot tore through the sky.
On the race track, two sports cars shot off in a flash.
The two figures beneath, like swift winds, shadowed each other closely, neck and neck.
As the finish line neared, Xue Fei was temporarily in the lead.
The thug in the car behind him, calm and composed, suddenly turned the steering wheel, cutting through the grass to take a shortcut, and with a fierce shove, he pushed the car in front of him aside and then dashed across the finish line.
Beep—
The first round went to Seventh Master's team.
Xue Fei walked back with his head lowered, his face the picture of shame, with a slight bruise on his temple from the collision just now.
"Boss, Teacher Gu, I'm sorry."
It was his incompetence.
Lu Jun's eyes blazed with fire, and he ground his teeth, "It's not your fault, it's their underhanded tactics!"
Having said that, the young man limbered up and walked toward a flamboyant red sports car.
