After three rounds of drinks, the racers in the private room were either heading downstairs to hit the club or cuddling up to a girl to head back to the hotel.
Ji Chengling, who had barely drunk anything all night, glanced at Zheng Lingkun, "Is the person taken care of?"
"Just relax, Brother Ling."
Zheng Lingkun's tongue was heavy and with a wave of his hand, he said, "Money talks. I offered so much, the takers were lining up. I chose the one with the best reputation and the most efficient work. People say he's never failed. Just put your heart at ease."
Xie Chenmin's race time was more than ten minutes behind the 11th place.
But only over a minute faster than the 13th place.
In the eyes of those in the know, it was just a matter of hitting the accelerator.
However, that TS racer just happened to lose to Xie Chenmin.
The semi-finals would start at ten o'clock on the morning two days later.
