Ye Hao raised his middle finger to the car window, then dragged the Lamborghini into a red blur, instantly entering the square...
"Phew phew!" When entering the square, Ye Hao didn't drift, after all, there were too many people, plus there were bottles and cans all over the ground, and a lot of water traces. If something unexpected happened, it would be troublesome.
"Screech!" Ye Hao hit the brakes hard, the car moved twenty meters before finally stopping, and the tires of the sports car were scarred from this round of racing.
Hall Rize only entered the square ten seconds later, but his face was full of disappointment and unwillingness. He was not resigned to Ye Hao winning just like that, especially since Ye Hao stopped several times to play around.
