The serpentine curves of Lianpan Mountain's racing track saw a black and a silver sports car speeding past the night like streaks of lightning, their engines roaring through the mountainside.
The black GTR led the charge, with the silver Mercedes in hot pursuit.
Though shocked, Lv Wuya couldn't help but admire Lin Fei's driving skills. But, after all, he was once a professional racer. The very word 'professional' implies a degree of specialization.
There's only one letter's difference between professional and amateur, but the gap in real skill is vast.
Like right now, Lv Wuya, despite being amazed by Lin Fei's driving, had no intention of admitting defeat. After all, he was still ahead.
Lv Wuya was convinced that as long as he deliberately blocked Lin Fei's chance to overtake on the bends, victory would be his, even if Lin Fei's driving outclassed his.
