C612 One Slap
Under the watchful gaze of the entire crowd.
One kilometer.
Five hundred meters.
One hundred meters.
Piao Changjun finally crossed the finish line in his white Bugatti-brievilion, his mood somber and his face ashen. He caught sight of Rohan at the edge of the track and the mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces of the racers from Country Z, their disdain and mockery palpable.
"Alright, folks