Soon, two young men of medium build walked out of the Lamborghini and the McLaren P1.
The two of them looked at each other, and there were faint sparks flashing between their eyes. They were full of provocation.
After a while, Sun Luguo, who was wearing a white shirt, said, "Big Sister Jiaxin, I didn't expect you to be here."
Song Jiaxin said, "It's rare for it to be so lively. Of course, I can't miss it. What's the game today?"
"That Sun Luguo insists on giving me his P1. Although it's a little ugly on the outside, I can still reluctantly accept it," said Liu Yuhang, clad in a plaid shirt.
"Shameless!" Sun Luguo grunted.
"Big Sister Jiaxin, Liu Yuhang and I are having a race. We're going to run a lap along East Mountain Road. The bet is my McLaren P1 and his Lamborghini."
Liu Yuhang called out, "Everyone, you may all join the match! If you win, the McLaren P1 and the Lamborghini will be yours!"