At this moment, Mo Yang discovered that the white sports car he had left behind by about half a lap was actually catching up now.
"Damn! Is this for real?"
Mo Yang's eyes widened, he could hardly believe his eyes, uttering an incredulous shout as if he had seen a ghost.
Soon, Zhu Bufan's car speed increased once again, about to pull up beside Mo Yang's sports car.
It wasn't long before Zhu Bufan's white sports car slightly overtook Mo Yang's red one. However, Zhu Bufan didn't speed up; he just slightly led Mo Yang, as if it was intentional.
"He overtook him! He actually did it!"
The scene erupted with astonishment. Although just moments before, they were certain the white sports car would definitely overtake Mo Yang's red one.
But at the actual moment of overtaking, they couldn't help but exclaim.
The reason is simple, they all were very familiar with Mo Yang's driving skills, which were only slightly inferior to Car King's, but still rarely matched on the racing track.
