The racing track was large and almost as big as the professional one next door.
Since there was no one else here, only the cars belonging to Huo Yao, Huo Changfeng, Chen Ming, and his subordinates could be seen there.
Huo Yao's car pulled up at the starting line. She rested her hand on the steering wheel casually and leaned sideways into the seat backrest. She gazed outside at the empty racing track and looked languid.
She had not gone racing in a long time.
Huo Changfeng was in the next lane getting ready. He turned his head sideways and looked at Huo Yao energetically. "All set?"
Huo Yao sat up straight and raised her hand in mid-air and gestured okay coolly. In an instant, she stepped on the gas. The Specter had fluid lines and excellent design. It shot out like a silver arrow and drove off under the dark skies.
