Bet!

However, Harry's friends did not think so.

"Haha, Harry, you're the racing king of the capital. No one is your match in the racing arena or on the city roads. This guy is just begging to be humiliated!"

"A country bumpkin wants to compete with our capital's racing king? Do you even know your way around? Harry, you're definitely going to win!"

Harry was also very smug and confident. After all, he knew the local traffic conditions and roads better than anyone.

Harry said, "Tell me, where's your destination?"

"West Villa District," Jordan Steele answered.

Harry laughed when he heard that. "Haha Jordan, you're really unlucky! My family has a villa there too. I go there often and I'm very familiar with the road conditions. This time, be it in terms of terrain or driving skills, you will definitely lose!"

Jordan sneered but said nothing. Racing was indeed not his forte, but only a professional racer could beat him.