On the expressway leading out from the airport, a pitch-black Mercedes-Benz GL400 roared along like a behemoth of the asphalt.
"They say Sanpan Mountain is perfect for street racing, and it's pretty early," Chen Fei muttered with irritation, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.
The Sanpan Mountain loop road, located in the outskirts of Northern Mountain City, was an extremely rugged and treacherous path. One side was a bottomless cliff, while the other was built into the mountainside, leaving a narrow lane that could barely fit one and a half cars. This inherent danger, coupled with its many sharp turns, meant that ordinary people never dared to speed there. Over time, the road fell into a state of semi-disuse, with scarce traffic. Eventually, it was commandeered by the sons of officials and other wealthy young masters from several nearby cities, becoming their exclusive, famed holy land for street racing.
