"Wow, Boss, you're gonna take part in the Yunling death race?" A'sheng exclaimed in surprise.
"Don't blabber, if you scratch my car, I'll skin you alive."
A'sheng was overjoyed: "Boss, don't worry, that will absolutely not happen!" To think he would actually get to drive the legendary Bugatti Veyron, A'sheng was so excited he nearly jumped for joy.
In every place, there are always a few remarkable figures, and Yunling was no exception.
Before long, a domineering McLaren P1 stopped nearby, and a man in his thirties got out of the car.
It was clear this guy was popular. The moment he got out of the car, a crowd started cheering:
"Brother Tian, Brother Tian, the King of Cars!"
"Brother Tian wins every battle, reigning supreme over Yunling."
"It really is Lin Zetian, I've actually seen my idol!"
"This is a true race car driver, totally blowing those effeminate professional racers out of the water."
...
This was Lin Zetian, known as the King of Yunling.
