At the foot of Fengye Mountain, a bunch of rich kids were gathered together and talking with relish. Beside them were several flashy and expensive racing cars.
The main character of this race was actually Dong Yan, who was wearing sunglasses and a top-notch branded outfit in the middle of the crowd. At this moment, he was proudly listening to the compliments of the rich second-generation heirs around him.
Compared to Dong Yan, the young master of a top-notch wealthy family from the central city of the Federation, the ordinary second-generation heirs of S City seemed much more mediocre. All of them were eager to please Dong Yan so that they could use him to integrate into the top-notch upper-class circle.
At this moment, Han Ye, the son of S City's mayor, was smiling obsequiously. "Young Master Dong, it's already so late. You've already defeated three challengers. I believe no one in S City is more skilled than you."
