Ye Wangchuan raised his hand and gestured to him to stop. His brows suddenly frowned under the brim of his hat and he looked over with deep eyes, a look that was lazy and sharp enough.
James understood and changed his words: "You came at the right time. It's almost time."
The people at the starting line didn't notice that he changed his words instantly. They just thought that James was a foreigner and that foreigners often made slips of the tongue. Everyone's eyes were on the man and woman who came down.
Fortunately, the man who was two steps behind had his baseball cap covering most of his face, so his features could not be seen clearly in the dim light of the Yanjiao mountainside at night. The headlights shone dimly on his narrow waist, and everyone could only judge that he was a young and handsome man.
Most people's attention was drawn to Qiao Nian who was walking in front.
Including Li Shao, one of the protagonists of the night, and the F1 racing driver he found in the crowd.
Zhou Guan was sitting on the hood of the car, putting on his gloves with his head tilted. When he heard the whispers around him, he looked up impatiently.
The girl's unbridled face came into view.
The other person was wearing a red racing suit, with short arrogant hair and a pair of really wanton eyes. He walked towards the crowd, and the crowd automatically made way to both sides.
"Who is she?"
"I don't know." Li Shao stared at her with wide eyes: "Isn't she from your racing circle?"
Zhou Guan felt a sense of oppression from the other party that he hadn't felt in a long time. He shook his head with his jaw clenched, "No, I've never seen this kind of person."
Li Shao looked back at him, then immediately turned to look at Qiao Nian, and said with excitement in his tone: "Fuck, this girl is so cool! I have never seen such a cool girl."
Is it cool? Zhou Guan looked over, his brows furrowed, a sense of stiffness spreading throughout his body, as if his body was trapped by an invisible barrier, unable to move freely.
He didn't think the girl in front of him was cool. As a professional racing driver, he only felt a strong sense of oppression from her.
The tension that came from the depths of his soul made his heart tremble continuously, and a sense of impending death forced all the muscles in his body to tense up.
"There might be a dark horse tonight." "Who?"
Li Shao suddenly turned around, looked at him, then followed his line of sight to see Qiao Nian walking to the front of the car, and uttered a disapproving sound.
"You mean that chick?"
"Um."
Li Shao waved his hand: "Are you kidding? She's a woman? Playing racing? You are the No. 1 F1 racer in China, why are you worried about a woman who comes here for fun?"
Zhou Guan pursed his lips, looking extremely embarrassed.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Li Shao turned around and patted his shoulder with a smile: "Don't feel too stressed. I asked you to come here to defeat He Song's grandson. Just keep an eye on He Song."
"As for the girl you mentioned..." Li Shao stood in front of their red sports car, patted the engine cover, and said competently: "You used a Red Bull RB12, and they only drove an ordinary Aston Martin. It's only because that girl is not here that she came to Yanjiao with an unprofessional car, otherwise she would have been kicked out long ago."
"You mean..." Zhou Guan had heard rumors about this mountain in Yanjiao. It was rumored that this was a racing mecca developed by people in the prince circle.
He is just an ordinary racing driver. No matter how famous he is, he can't come into contact with people in the prince circle, so he has never met him in person.
Even Li Shao, the second-generation rich man who hired him, probably has never seen the owner of this mountain.
Li Shao really stopped him: "Okay, you know what I mean. That person is not someone we can discuss, so don't cause me any trouble."
"I know."
Zhou Guan stopped talking and shut his mouth. (End of this chapter)