Three minutes!
Four minutes!
Five minutes!
Wang Haitao was in top form today, covering the distance that used to take seven minutes in just five.
Xiao Hai looked at the real-time data on the screen and exclaimed excitedly, "Hai Tao might even break the single lap record set by Feiyun Club; he's got this win in the bag!"
At this point, Ning Fan had been left a full lap behind, and almost everyone believed he had definitely lost.
"That's ten million just thrown away, how foolish!"
Many shook their heads and sighed, feeling pity for Ning Fan while also filled with envy for Wang Haitao.
They had already planned how to warmly celebrate Wang Haitao's victory!
However, just at that moment, an unexpected change occurred!
Ning Fan, who had been trailing far behind, suddenly began to accelerate madly, not even slowing down a bit in the turns!
The conspicuous marks of the tires scraping the ground made those watching through the real-time screen nervous for him.
