Ye Tian's red race car sped past everyone with almost no trace, leaving the other racers far behind— it seemed as if even catching a whiff of his exhaust was a luxury.
Seeing this scene, the biggest reaction didn't come from the professional racers on the track, but from the spectators in the viewing area.
"Did my eyes deceive me? The car that just zoomed past looked like number thirty-three?"
"Referee, I want to report number thirty-three's car— there's definitely something wrong with it. Did you upgrade his engine?"
In the stands, countless people waved their betting slips, pointing at the screen and cursing loudly.
On the third-floor VIP box, Yan Feifei's face was ashen, holding a cup of hot tea, but she had no intention to take even a sip.
These people were too much!
Before the race started, they mocked Lin Beichen.
Now that the race had begun, Lin Beichen managed to navigate the hairpin turns with his own skills!
