The Nanshan area at night is a gathering place for the wealthy second generation of Beijing.
Today, they were racing on Nanshan, and the winner would take two million from each of the others.
Hou Muyan was determined to win this money!
He could no longer hear anyone else speaking; as the speed of the car soared, he was in an excited state like a rampaging Berserker.
As the speed reached a critical point, the crimson Ferrari took a turn hugging close to the guardrails, and the screeching sound of tires gripping the road echoed through the mountains.
"Young Marquis! That female driver is catching up!"
The owner of the car behind Hou Muyan shouted, but Hou Muyan, focused on the race, ignored them.
A few seconds later.
A black Ferrari appeared in his rearview mirror.
Hou Muyan's pupils tightened slightly; his features were cold and bewitchingly charming, and his faint smile bore a bloodthirsty scent.
"Old A, come to the front, let's squash that female driver together!"
