That night, on Jiangzhou's Yandang Mountain. It was a barren hill almost exclusively occupied by the privileged second-generation elite of Jiangzhou.
At the foot of Yandang Mountain, dozens of supercars emitted deafening roars from their engines. Amidst the interwoven colors of their headlights, massive bonfires burned wildly. Several provocatively dressed, glamorous women swung flags, twisting their bodies with arrogant smiles in a dance that could make any red-blooded man's pulse race. This scene was the epitome of an underground street racing venue.
"Young Master Li, everyone has placed their bets. Why haven't we started yet?"
By the most blazing bonfire, a handsome young man stepped out of a Porsche 918, looking at another young man who was sitting on the hood of a modified Maserati, gazing into the distance.
"We're waiting for a few more people," Li Dongfu replied with a stern expression.
