"Let me tell you, if it's going to rain, do it before the competition starts. Hurry up and get it over with—let it rain cats and dogs for half an hour, then clear up the sky so the granddaddies don't get delayed in their match!"
Whether it was Han Mocheng's grumbling being a bit disrespectful to the heavens or not, just as he finished, a loud thunderclap sounded in the distance and the wind started to pick up.
Han Mocheng was startled by the thunder and ducked his head, feeling a bit dazed.
"Damn, Young Master Han, your words are golden. Could you mumble a bit less? The heavens are displeased and might take you out with a lightning strike. Don't drag the other brothers on the car down with you!" Zhang Yang joked with a grin, pressing the accelerator a bit deeper.
