Meanwhile, at the eighteenth bend of Red Autumn Mountain, a multitude of luxury sports cars had already gathered, surrounded by quite a crowd.
Brother Han, the race organizer, got off from the foremost supercar with a somber face, his complexion grim as he looked over the various car parts strewn about the bend.
Before him, a young man was shivering as he stood by his side.
"Old Hu, what exactly happened? Tell me everything, and be honest."
Brother Han's face darkened to the extreme. Such a serious incident at Red Autumn Mountain, the General Manager of Zhang Group dying in a car accident—regardless of his involvement, he couldn't escape responsibility. The police would not let him go, since he was the organizer of this race.
