It's just an F3 formula race, no need to show full strength.
Rong Zhi lazily watched the few remaining cars ahead, her hands continuously turning the steering wheel sharply.
Another perfect extreme 180-degree drift around the corner!
The commentator couldn't hold back: "Holy sh*t!"
This... this... Although there was some showing off, the blue race car surpassed all the vehicles in front in a second!
Lin Shuangniao only saw a flash in front of his eyes, then he couldn't even see the tail of Rong Zhi's car.
And the blue race car didn't stop, after a wobbly tail swing, it sped off down the track.
Like a cheetah lurking in the night, preying on all its targets with unstoppable force.
Everyone was stunned.
The audience was too dumbfounded to cheer.
The judges forgot to count the laps.
Fortunately, there was a real-time video on the big screen.
But who the hell is this god?! This drift! This skill! They must be top notch!
