"Lead the way, stop wasting time." Ye Chenfeng glanced at them disdainfully.
"So arrogant, kid. We admire your courage, but you'll meet a terrible end soon." The big men said gloatingly.
Soon, they led Ye Chenfeng into the racing clubhouse.
Inside, there were many luxury cars; Ye Chenfeng glanced around and thought to himself: A bunch of brainless fools, showing their license plates, even using voice changers, what's the point? Their intelligence is just on display for a laugh, isn't it?
Finally, they took Ye Chenfeng to a basement in the clubhouse, an incredibly spacious area with dazzling lights flashing constantly and heavy metal music pounding in his ears.
It made Ye Chenfeng suspect there were other shady dealings going on, not just the racing club.
"Roar, roar, roar..."
From afar, Ye Chenfeng heard a group of people cheering, but they were all wearing racing suits and various masks, seemingly afraid to show their true faces.
