The crowd in the stands was screaming wildly. Yun Zijin and Su Mengyao got swept up in the atmosphere and joined the frantic screaming.
At the starting line, the referee blew his whistle, raised the flag high, and then, with another shrill blast, swung it down sharply.
Su Jingyun's and Xia Zhiyun's cars shot forward simultaneously. The acceleration of the supercars proved to be absolutely crucial at this moment.
Xia Zhiyun fell behind by a slight margin as Su Jingyun pulled ahead, quickly taking the inside lane to speed through the turn.
Xia Zhiyun watched the Porsche 918 Spyder pull at least twenty meters ahead of him. His brow furrowed, and his foot instinctively pressed down harder on the accelerator.
"What is Xia Zhiyun doing? He's accelerating into a turn instead of slowing down. Does he have a death wish?"
