"Ah."
Some timid spectators couldn't help but cry out, closing their eyes in fear.
Li Mochan frowned, clutching his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white.
Little rascal.
"Screech—"
The tires screeched against the ground, rainwater splashing and blurring the black figure.
With her toes touching the ground, Ye Jiuliang quickly steadied herself, exerting force through her wrist, the bike regained its balance, speeding swiftly through a treacherous turn.
She glanced back towards the audience, her gaze quickly sweeping over that familiar figure, a mischievous smile curling at her lips.
"Ahhh—"
Seeing Ye Jiuliang dangerously negotiating the turn, the crowd erupted once more, cheers echoing continuously.
The competitors relentlessly chasing from behind saw Ye Jiuliang maneuver the turn, fueling their burning desire to win even more.
At this moment, all the racers had only one thought in their minds.
Surpass Black J.
