Gyro Mountain, located in the southeastern outskirts of Jiangzhou City, was filled with strangely shaped, rugged rocks and precarious cliffs. It was a very secluded and not fully developed scenic spot. Although the Panshan Highway leading up the mountain had already been constructed, no businesses had yet contracted to set up shop there. Over the past couple of years, it had gradually become the gathering place for underground racing enthusiasts in Jiangzhou City.
That night, the mountaintop platform, where dozens of sports cars of various models were parked, was exceptionally noisy. All sorts of car headlights illuminated the area brightly. Beside a silver Maserati, Song Cai was anxiously glancing at his wristwatch; the time already showed midnight.
"Young Master Song, we haven't been stood up by Lin Feng, have we?" asked Yu Ming, a short and skinny man, leaning against a black Jaguar with a frown.
