"Alright! Stop your damn nonsense and let's finish this. I need to go home and sleep." Yang Chen shouted loudly.
Chen Lijun nodded and yelled, "Everyone get in the car and get ready! What are you driving? Just these two crappy Volkswagens?"
The others were driving either Lamborghinis, Ferraris, or GTRs.
These sports cars just needed a little gas to speed up.
If Yang Chen drove the Phaeton against them, he obviously couldn't compete.
This wasn't a gap that could be made up by skill alone.
So, Yang Chen had already talked it over with Wang Zijun.
Wang Zijun brought his Lamborghini Aventador and lent it to Yang Chen for the race.
Wang Zijun cursed, "Damn, are you kidding me? You're driving sports cars and he's driving a sedan. Do we even need to compare? He's using my Lamborghini, that's fair."
Chen Lijun laughed heartily and said, "You've got some courage, daring to lend a Lamborghini for a ride-sharing driver to race. Aren't you afraid he'll wreck it along with himself?"
