Chen Xiangbei, having grasped the meaning of Odetto's words, felt his aura surge again.
In F1, there is no tradition of respecting the elder or caring for the young. It's all about the young and strong punching the nursing home in the south and kicking the Beihai Kindergarten in the north.
So what if you're the King of Cars? I'm coming for you, Schumacher!
With another slam on the accelerator, Chen Xiangbei charged forward, entering Schumacher's slipstream once more. This time, the distance between the two cars was closer than ever, with the space between the front and rear measurable in mere centimeters.
"Is this Chinese guy not planning to give up? Does he really think he can challenge the King of Cars?"
"Stop the pointless attacks and think about how to conserve your tires and score points."
"Driver Bei, you're not worthy of being Schumacher's opponent!"
"Without the performance advantage of HRT Racing Car, you're just another roadside car in front of Schumacher!"
