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Upon hearing the young man's voice, the crowd fell silent—someone was challenging the new king of cars?
When they got a clear look at the youth, everyone was startled—Young Master Zhou?
He was stirred by today's race as well?
Before they could greet the youth, Tang Luo spoke coldly, "Who the hell are you? Any Tom, Dick, or Harry thinks they can race me?"
"..."
The scene grew even quieter, and Ah Jing's eyes widened.
He dared to speak to Young Master Zhou like that?
Looking for death!
"Tom, Dick, or Harry?" The youth was taken aback for a moment, then pointed to himself, "Are you talking about me?"
"Who else do you think?"
Tang Luo frowned—where the hell did this guy jump out from?
"How daring, you actually dare to speak to Young Master Zhou in such a manner!"
The middle-aged man behind the youth roared.
"Old Wang, stay cool, stay cool, hehe, it's quite interesting."
But the youth waved his hand, revealing a smile.
