10, 9, 8, 7, 6...
When the young lady counted down to 5, everyone got excited.
4, 3...
But as the countdown began, Situ Yang's whole body was tense, his eyes fixed ahead, while Koji also patted the head of the alluring lady who was working hard, signaling her to pause for a moment.
The alluring lady reluctantly raised her head, with a crystalline droplet still glistening at the corner of her mouth. After wiping it off, she licked her glistening lips, greedily staring at the towering mainstay.
3, 2, 1...
"Start..."
As the young lady began to utter the word, Koji's GTR and Situ Yang's Wiesmann raced out with a roar, flames spitting from their exhausts.
The gust from the two cars racing by lifted the young lady's skirt high, revealing the white lace inside.
But after pressing down her skirt, she quickly ran to the large LED screen that displayed the entire Baling Mountain track, seemingly unwilling to miss this exciting race.
