"Wei, come on, tell us your thoughts."
"Hehe, surprised or what? Unbelievable, huh?"
"Come on, show time! Start your performance."
On Chen Cheng's side, a group of people laughed out loud like pigs.
Hearing this, Xiong Wei's body started to tremble violently.
Just the driving skills Zhang Fan showed!
Three hundred miles per hour drifting!
Three hundred miles over three centimeter obstacles!
Three hundred miles per hour and wall racing!
Car aerial spins!
Just these were enough to totally outclass him.
It can be said that world-class top racers couldn't pull off such flashy performances.
And Zhang Fan actually did it!
Even with normal racing, he couldn't beat Zhang Fan.
Let alone that he gave Zhang Fan a three-minute head start.
And it was after his painstakingly exaggerated performance that he voluntarily let Zhang Fan have three minutes.
Thinking about this, Xiong Wei wanted to die!
Why!
Why compete with Zhang Fan in driving skills?
Why bet with Zhang Fan?
