"Sister Meiqin, be careful." Yao Feng wanted to reach for Pang Meiqin's hand, but didn't dare. In that moment of hesitation, the teleport arrived.
The vision of Tang Zheng and Pang Meiqin cleared, and they found themselves on the racetrack, surrounded by countless F1 racing cars, all poised for the final start countdown.
Roar, roar!
The engine roars were deafening, almost tearing eardrums apart. The drivers were warming up their engines, their sharp gazes piercing through helmets, crisscrossing with murderous intent.
The racetrack had a volcanic structure, and the stands around it were packed with spectators waving flags, supporting their favorite drivers.
It was noon, and the scorching sun hung in the sky, casting its searing light.
The rising temperature caused air convection over the track surface, distorting the light.
