At Raul Evans's sudden outburst, Martina frowned and shot Sid a look of displeasure.
"Boss, his talent is astonishing! He's only nine, but he's already skilled enough to handle a shifter kart on the track with ease!" Sid said hurriedly.
"Why didn't you give me all his information when you first told me about him?" Raul demanded, ignoring Sid's explanation.
"I... He has more than enough talent, and we really do need a talented youth to represent us at that damned race in Belgium, don't we?"
"No! Sid, you're overstepping! I'd rather keep losing than have a driver like that!" Raul said, pointing at Wu Shi.
Sigh.
Wu Shi sighed. He was angry, but more than that, he felt a sense of helplessness. He spoke up in fluent Italian, "Sir, I think you should at least let me run one lap, even if it's just as an enthusiast here for fun."
Both Raul and Sid were visibly stunned, not expecting this foreign kid's Italian to be so fluent and perfect.
