This is simply ridiculous, a huge joke.
One must know that car racing is like a 100-meter sprint. Even a thousandth of a second could determine the winner, not to mention that Yang Fan is foolishly staying in the same spot, wasting so much time.
Standing not far from the crowd, Pang Kun skeptically curled his lips.
"What is this guy doing?" Pang Kun muttered to himself.
Could it be just like others said, he got scared?
A faint smile passed across Pang Kun's mouth, impossible, definitely impossible.
He has seen countless people; this kid doesn't seem like a pushover.
He trusts his own judgment more; he couldn't be wrong, this kid definitely has his reasons.
The henchmen standing next to Pang Kun mostly displayed mockery and disdain.
The other eleven cars had already gone far ahead, and this kid was still not moving; what's the deal?
So he still thinks he can win? Is this kid here to make a joke?
