Atop the extremely perilous track, the other four teams had all sent out their top racing drivers.
When Chen Yu drove his race car into the designated position, the four racing masters all cast strange glances at him.
"Brother, I heard you're a chef, huh! And you're also Mr. Tong's son-in-law. How could he bear to let you participate in this kind of competition?"
"Could it be that he wants to find a new home for his daughter?"
"If you ask me, you better go back! Find a good place to cook your dishes, otherwise, you won't even know how you die in a while."
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Chen Yu didn't pay attention to these four guys, but stared intently at the track ahead, with a barrage of information continually flashing through his mind.
In Chen Yu's current understanding, the Monte Carlo track was merely a low-level circuit.
For him, all he needed to do was maintain the car's velocity, and he could finish the course safely.
