Everyone looked at the middle-aged man, and immediately, their eyes carried a trace of respect.
The man was once considered a racing king in his early years; he held the record for Ghost Mountain for a long time until it was broken by a newly rising race king in recent years, but only by a second.
So, upon recognizing the man, they all showed respect.
"What's your view?" someone asked.
"This young racer should be strong, but he won't necessarily win." The middle-aged man held a cigarette, smiling, as he casually wrapped his arms around two young women nearby.
"Why is that?" Others were puzzled.
The middle-aged man laughed heartily, "Because racing fast cars and driving mountain roads are completely different."
"Fast cars on straight roads can go as fast as you want, but compared to mountain roads, it's still too difficult, especially on Ghost Mountain's roads?"
