When the man walked in, all eyes fell on Fan Jiatu.
At that moment, the members of the CTC Team all walked over to Fan Jiatu.
Zheng Jianghe extended his hand, the excitement on his face hard to hide.
"You're just in time. The race is about to start."
"This is quite a scene. I thought it was just an ordinary race, so I didn't rush over," Fan Jiatu said with a smile.
"It might be a small event for you, but for our team, it's a major race."
Zheng Jianghe took out a cigarette and offered it to Fan Jiatu.
"There can be absolutely no slip-ups in today's race. We can't lose."
While smoking his cigarette, Fan Jiatu glanced in the direction of the PRC Team.
"Are those the guys you're racing against? Did they bring any outsiders?"
Both of these teams were formed by rich kids, all amateur drivers.
If he was racing against people like them, Fan Jiatu felt it would be no challenge; he could win with minimal effort.
