Jiang Siming was walking toward the entrance when he inadvertently spotted several strange figures—or rather, several people whose bearing and outfits were completely out of place. They were all women.
One of the women was wearing a mask and walking with her head lowered, as though she was afraid of being recognized.
However, her eyes kept looking around. Her azure eyes were filled with curiosity, as if she had never seen a scene like this before, looking just like Sun Wukong when he had first descended into the mortal world to cause trouble.
Jiang Siming detected a trace of familiarity in her eyes. He felt as if he had seen this woman somewhere before.
Jiang Siming was about to rack his brain a little more when the woman had already walked past with her companions, so he could not be bothered to think about it any longer.
Just then, Wei Shen and the others arrived. The young men all cried out excitedly at the sight of so many luxury cars.
The best car they drove now was Wei Shen's, but even that was merely worth a little over a million yuan.
Placed here, it was no different from a beggar's car.
"Old Jiang, you're really going racing? Are you sure you know how to race? This isn't ordinary driving." Wei Shen still wanted to make sure.
Driving and racing were two completely different concepts.
Someone who had driven for decades might not be able to beat the most ordinary professional racer, but even the most ordinary professional racer was definitely an excellent driver!
Racing was extremely difficult and dangerous. Wei Shen was worried that Jiang Siming might get hurt by accident, which would be a disaster.
Jiang Siming smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Ah Wei, don't worry. Just