Bro, Are You a Professional?

Everyone standing at the gate watching shook their heads. "The M8 is done for."

"What do you mean, done for? It's only just started. Why are you in such a hurry?" The GTR's owner sat on the hood, lit a cigarette, and laughed.

"Didn't you see? He already lost at the start."

"Don't forget, this is a five-kilometer race. How are you all so unprofessional? I'm betting on Number Six."

"Cut it out. Let's wait and see."

Meanwhile, Su Yang rested his left arm on the window and propped half his cheek up with his fist. His right hand held the steering wheel, and he looked completely relaxed.

The two cars were about to reach the end of the straight. Their headlights revealed a Y-shaped junction in the distance. A sign pointing left stood in the middle of the junction. The left road led up the mountain, and after making a loop, they would return via the road on the right.

The M5 ahead turned onto the mountain road on the left first.

Su Yang followed closely in the M8.

Vroom, vroom, vroom! The M5 roared the whole way. Although it was loud, it wasn't actually going very fast.

Su Yang glanced at the speedometer. It was only at eighty miles per hour.

"Your car sounds fierce enough. Why don't you drive faster?"

Beside him, Zhuang Mengli pressed herself tightly against the seat. "That's enough. Safety comes first!"

"What do you mean, that's enough? This is only eighty, sis. You usually push it to around a hundred and twenty on the road. You're scared at eighty now?"

"Big brother, this is a mountain road!"

"Big sis, we're racing, not delivering tofu."

Su Yang had originally planned to follow the M5 for a while. As long as he won, that was