But now as the call connected, Qin Miao's words dispelled Leclerc's worries. At least from what that jerk is saying now, even if I knocked him out of the race, he wouldn't hold any grudges against me.
However, verbally Leclerc would never admit defeat: "Fear you, my ass. Your two world championships at Mercedes were just a stroke of good luck. Mercedes' car performance just happens to suit your driving style. You wait till you join Ferrari and see how I block you on the track!"
Qin Miao smiled faintly: "Sure, at that time I'll start all races with hard tires, clog up your pit windows on the track. When you come out from the pits and fall behind me, I'll wear out all the durability of your new tires before I change mine! It'll be sickening for you!"
"You bastard, when changing tires at the pit, I'll bribe my crew's staff to intentionally make mistakes while changing your tires!"
