"Huh? That kid's car didn't slow down?"
Qiu Dafeng was taken aback for a moment, noticing that the Bugatti in front showed no signs of slowing down. It instantly left him a hundred meters behind, maintaining a speed of over 200 kilometers per hour.
"What an idiot."
Qiu Dafeng's lips curled into a mocking smile. In street racing, winning or losing was important because it represented their face. However, compared to face, life was more important. Although Qiu Dafeng was somewhat arrogant, he wasn't stupid.
Now, that Bugatti was only twenty meters away from the curve, and it was already too late to slow down.
Qiu Dafeng wore a playful expression, ready to watch how the Bugatti would crash into the guardrail or even fly over it, falling into the cliff-side river.
Screech~!!
A sharp sound of tires rubbing against the ground echoed.
The silver Bugatti's body formed a perfect arc, turning the corner in an extraordinarily beautiful manner.
