If the introduction is insufficient, please move to the text. Cars, competitions, various beautiful scenery on tracks around the world, all kinds of racing cars, Wang Han will always remember that night. On the artificial island of the Hong Kong-Zhuhai-Macao Bridge, the sea breeze hit his face with a salty smell. The temperature dropped sharply, but his palms were sweating. Behind them are twelve modified racing cars, their engines roaring like a group of beasts chained up. The moment he sat in the cockpit and fastened his seat belt, the whole world fell silent. All that was left was his heartbeat and the scattered ship lights on the distant sea, staring at him like eyes.
