Was he joking? A professional race was far more dangerous. Even though Miss Huo was a brilliant racer, she could not compare to a professional. In a professional race, it was a matter of life and death.
If he allowed her to join the race, the chief steward would break his arms.
Zhou Yixun refused to give up. "Please help me. I genuinely need his help."
Chen Ming frowned and said, "Impossible. The driver doesn't have a racing license. Even if we want to help, it is useless."
"It doesn't matter. It isn't a professional race, so no licenses are required," answered Zhou Yixun anxiously.
The moment Chen Ming heard what he said, he made up his mind not to let him see Miss Huo. Although Chen Ming was not a professional racer, he had encountered a lot of dangerous underground races in his lifetime with dangerous stakes.
Underground races were far more violent than official races.
