"How, how can your driving skills be so incredible? Who are you?" The man's head was covered in blood, but his eyes were full of shock.
Ren Feng's demeanor suddenly became profound, looking into the distance, his contemplative gaze seemed to draw people in.
"The king of street racing at Qiuming Mountain with its twists and turns." Ren Feng said lightly, his gaze incredibly deep as he looked at the man, "The seasoned driver from Qiuming Mountain is me."
The man's eyes widened, Qiuming Mountain? Seasoned driver?
Oh my, are you kidding me?
After the police came to take the man away, Bai Xiaoyue walked over with a peculiar expression.
"You're the King of Qiuming Mountain?"
Ren Feng chuckled, "Xiaoyue, of course, there's even a poem to prove it. 'Few pedestrians traverse Qiuming Hill, often drivers compete for the thrill. Though the lanes remain today, the seasoned driver's gone away.' Though I've retired now, there's no one daring enough to claim they're better than me at racing."
