Start of the race
The atmosphere on the Laoshan Highway was very cheerful and carefree. The men hugged beautiful women; some of them being college students and others being mature women. The women flirted with the men, which boosted the ego of many of them.
However, away from the bustle of music, alcohol, expensive food, etc., in one corner, as if separated from the rest of the world, there was a jet-black Ferrari that seemed to camouflage itself with the night. The only thing that could be seen was the white cigarette smoke that escaped through the slightly open window.
"Hey, Li Zi. Nangong Chen is not here yet?". In the midst of the noisy atmosphere, a man about 24-25 years old with a beer bottle in one of his hands, approached Li Zi's small group and asked
Li Zi looked at the young man sideways and said, "Ji Juan, don't you know that little bastard well enough? The little brat thinks that because he's the son of a big shot in Beijing he can do whatever he wants".