"Alright!"
Connor readily agreed.
Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw this. Their expressions were extremely incredulous.
The mountain road that Waller had mentioned was indeed very famous; all the racing enthusiasts in Newtown knew about it. The road conditions were very complicated, and the whole road was winding around a mountain. A few years ago, people would often go up to race, but the death rate was very high, with every five out of ten people dying.
Later, the highway bureau directly sealed off this road, and no one went up at all.
Waller, as the famous racing god, naturally wanted to challenge such a difficult road. However, Connor had no racing experience at all. No one expected Connor to agree.
"Connor, are you crazy?"
Yerba grabbed Connor's arm and shouted at him excitedly.
"What's wrong?"
Connor turned to look at Yerba and asked with a puzzled expression.
Yerba's big watery eyes widened.