"Mr. Yu, you've just had a close look at him. Does he look like a pro to you?"
Next to the main hall of the Tianyue Club, where everyone was gathered, Song Cai asked Yu Ming, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
"His eyes don't look like those of a professional racer. Plus, the skin on the back of his hand is very fair; he doesn't look like someone who drives for long periods," Yu Ming, who was small in stature, replied nonchalantly.
"Help me get in touch with Duan Feibao. I want him to do me a favor tonight. Have him name his price!" Song Cai said, his tone icy.
"Wouldn't that be too obvious? Duan Feibao is an infamous terror on the Gyro Mountain racetrack. He's already knocked at least ten cars off the slope with his modified Hummer, and four or five of those incidents were fatal," Yu Ming revealed, clearly shocked.
