At the start, the Maserati's engine roared, and like a wild horse kicking up a thick cloud of dust, it shot forward, leaving the Passat a good twenty meters behind in just five seconds.
Watching the Maserati rapidly disappear into the bends of Panshan Road, Ye Lin laughed coldly. "With such a significant gap in car performance, I'd love to see how you catch up. You've lost this one for sure!"
"Not so fast," Lin Feng said slowly. He then gradually pressed the accelerator to the floor, his eyes narrowing to slits, his hands resting casually on the steering wheel...
The initial part of Panshan Road was a straight stretch nearly a kilometer long. On this section, Lin Feng's Passat naturally couldn't match the Maserati's speed.
