Mu Chen's eyes widened like walnuts, "Hao, isn't this a bit too much?"
"If you're too scared, just say it. I knew you'd be as gutless as your brother." Ouyang Hao snorted.
Provoked, Mu Chen shouted, "Who says I'm scared? I'll play, whatever you want tonight, I'm in."
"That's more like it. Your grandfather didn't fight all those years in the war for nothing."
"Of course, back then, grandpa could chase away the Japanese devils with just some millet and rifles. You think I'd be afraid of this?" Mu Chen said smugly, lifting his chin.
The other childhood friends watched as the two bosses blindfolded themselves. Even the ones who were hesitant couldn't back down now. In an instant, eight supercars lined up in a row, their flashy colors catching everyone's eyes even at night.
Not far from the cars, a scantily clad girl held a flag in her hand, a whistle in her mouth. At her signal, the flag dropped, and the eight cars shot off like arrows from a bow.
