"It's him, it's definitely him!"
Because Huang Shi saw Lin Feng, saw the god of racing to whom he was so thoroughly impressed, he couldn't forget the deity who, with an A7, had won against a bunch of sports cars the year before, and what was more exaggerated was that he had led the others by an entire lap. On such crowded roads, to drive at that speed and still be safe—nobody but him could do it. He had since been searching for this person, but no matter how he searched, he found no trace. He never expected to encounter him today in his own restaurant. This was surely fate at work; today, he was determined not to let him get away.
