A sudden voice brought an inexplicable hush over the entire lobby of the Top-Tier Racetrack.
Everyone's eyes twitched, as though they had just heard a joke.
Zhao Zhoufan stopped in his tracks, a hint of disbelief crossing his face.
Ever since he had reached the pinnacle of Jinling City's racing scene five years ago, no one had dared challenge him. As a result, his first-place ranking at the Top-Tier Racetrack had remained unchanged.
He had come to the Top-Tier Racetrack today mainly to race around with a few old friends, never expecting to encounter a challenger.
Zhao Zhoufan looked at the challenger curiously, only to frown.
This plainly dressed young man looked barely over twenty. It was hard to say whether he could even drift, yet he had the nerve to challenge him to a race?
When Zhao Zhoufan remained silent, Jun Wangchen frowned. "Are you accepting or not? Can you give me an answer?"
"You've got guts. I like that!" Zhao Zhoufan suddenly smiled. Ignoring the girls secretly taking pictures nearby, he regarded Jun Wangchen with an air of arrogance, as though he were already looking at a loser.
"If you can bear the consequences of losing, I'll race you."
Jun Wangchen blinked. "Consequences? What do you mean?"
"Racing Mr. Zhao comes with risks. First, you'll lose your challenge fee. Second, you might lose your life. If Mr. Zhao happens to drive a little too fast and clips your car, sending you off the mountain and killing you in the wreck, he won't be held responsible!" the attendant beside them explained with an amused smile.
Many of the racers in the lobby involuntarily shuddered. Anyone who followed Zhao Zhoufan's races knew that those who raced him either overturned halfway through and suffered serious injuries or plunged to their deaths.