Don't Worry

Zhang Heng didn't have to wait too long before the modified car club members returned.

The president came back with them as well, and as he walked toward Zhang Heng, he was touching his pocket with one hand. In response, Zhang Heng quickly drew out his utility knife.

"You have misunderstood me." Upon seeing that, the club president quickly moved his hand away from his pocket to show that he had no malicious intent. He then took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "You won this round. The total prize money is 240,000 yuan. Your bank account number?"

"I haven't had time to apply for a bank card. Do you have cash?" Zhang Heng asked.

The club president was stunned when he heard Zhang Heng's request. Was that how a master lived his life? He was shocked by the fact that Zhang Heng did not even own a bank card. Maybe only people like him could possess such masterful driving.