The Speed Prince of Hong Kong!

Ye Chen frowned as he met Master Yang's provocative stare and said, "How do you want to do this?"

"It's simple!" Master Yang grinned and extended two fingers as he announced, "2 kilometers. Whoever reaches 2 kilometers will win. If you lose, your Renault Sherpa will belong to me, and vice versa, my Land Rover will belong to you."

"What if you lose?" Ye Chen said while smiling.

Master Yang said with full confidence, "I won't lose. You must know that I, Yang Feiyu, am named the Speed Prince of Hong Kong."

Cough, cough, cough!

The old man in traditional attire next to him could not stop coughing.

Yang Feiyu only realized that he had exposed his name and where he came from. He could not help but feel annoyed. "So, are you coming?"

"If you lose, you won't be bothering me any longer and you'll stay far away from me," Ye Chen said calmly.

"Sure!" Yang Feiyu could not stop nodding as his car came to a stop.