"Master, you have to avenge me! That guy just now was too arrogant. He not only used tricks to beat me, but when I mentioned your esteemed name, he openly looked down on you and said you were nothing special!"
While recounting the story, Hai Tao exaggerated Ning Fan's actions in an attempt to incite anger in Liu Neng, the national champion and racing god.
Liu Neng was no fool, and he knew exactly what kind of person Hai Tao was, so he was initially skeptical of his words.
However, Hai Tao's skills were indeed very outstanding in domestic amateur races. Could there really be someone who could overtake him even after being half a lap behind, and did so using nearly circus-like methods?
"What does this man look like? What's his name? What's his background? Tell me everything."
Liu Neng sat down on his chair, took a sip of tea, and spoke in a deep voice.
His demeanor was as calm as clouds drifting in the wind.
