The rowdy bar immediately quieted down when Qingfeng Li stepped into the bar. Everyone turned their gaze to him. Some looked at him with admiration and envy, but more people looked at him angrily.
They admired Qingfeng Li because of his car skills and their natural admiration towards a good racer as a car lover. He could drift while accelerating and drive a punctured car down the hill.
They were angry because they had gambled and lost their wager. They did not expect Qingfeng Li to win. They had lost their money. How could they not be angry?
Of course, other than those who were furious because they had lost money, the thugs were also angry. Kun Wang was their big brother. They were naturally angry that he had lost the race.
Qingfeng Li smiled lightly as he looked coldly at the people in the bar. He did not care if they were admired him or were angry at him. He only cared about the person who placed the nails on the tracks.