On the provincial road, Ye Xuan was leisurely driving the Flying Wing at a speed of about one hundred and eighty, glancing around and enjoying the scenery along the way.
Along the way, he casually overtook a few sports cars.
"Qiuming Mountain, here I come."
Ye Xuan smiled, took his fill of the scenery, and then floored the gas pedal, boosting the Flying Wing's speed to two hundred.
Driving with flip flops is just awesome!
"On Qiuming Mountain, pedestrians are few, often drivers compete for supremacy. The road is still there today, but the veteran drivers of the past are gone." Ye Xuan hummed a tune, smiling as he drove.
On the provincial road, his car speed was far ahead, leaving several sports cars a few hundred meters behind.
"Holy crap, that's actually a Flying Wing."
The owner of a Chevrolet supercar widened his eyes, unable to believe it, and said in shock.
"This is insane, did the Flying Wing actually overtake my Cadillac?"
