Don’t Talk About Kneeling, Or Even I Will Kneel

"Uncle Li, let me be honest with you. You're my special friend. Even if you don't want to give me face, do it on my father's account." Qi Shaoyuan hastily interjected.

"This…"

The middle-aged man fell silent for a moment before he sighed helplessly. "Nanyuan, it's not that Uncle Li doesn't want to give you or your father face. Those are the rules of the organization…"

Qi Shaoyuan was speechless…

"Alright then. Sorry for troubling you, Uncle Li." Qi Shaoyuan had to leave.

"Hold on." The middle-aged man suddenly stopped Qi Shaoyuan.

Qi Shaoyuan was delighted. "Uncle Li, is there anything to discuss?"

The middle-aged man shook his head. "There is no room for discussion. I just wanted to ask you something. What's the name of the foreign racer who was banned from competing? I have to write down his name and ban him from appearing on the track."

The corners of Qi Shaoyuan's mouth twitched. "I don't know…"